I glanced up to see her shaking her head.
“You can,” I told her.
“But what if I can’t?”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m still hungry, because this pussy is my dessert, and I’m going to take my time devouring it.”
I added a second finger, feeling her clench around me. And then I went back to teasing her clit, alternating between the flat of my tongue and the tip as I worked it over her, giving her direct pressure, easing off to trace a pattern around it, adding more pressure again. Inside her, I spread my fingers, prepping her for the much larger invasion of my cock. Slick sounds filled the room as I pumped them into her, her pussy absolutely drenched. I needed another taste, so I slid my tongue lower and lapped at her, stroking between my spread fingers and then back up to her clit again.
“So good, Emma. So fucking good,” I told her. “Feel how wet you are for me?”
“Yes.”
“You’re dripping.”
“For you. Just for you.”
My dick twitched to hear the words, and I could tell from the dampness inside my boxers that I was already leaking precum—that’s how hard she made me. Wanting to reward her, I hooked my fingers forward and stroked her G-spot. She let out a strangled sound and grabbed my hair, holding me tight to her.
And she didn’t think she’d be able to come like this.
A stray thought hit me like a bullet, and my mood darkened. Becausewhydid she think that? Because she hadn’t? Ever? Had Beau never gone down on her? Or had he done the typical male thing of abandoning the task because it took longer than he wanted?
I shoved the thoughts away and redoubled my efforts to make Emma come. This part of her body had been neglected for too long, it was time for someone to worship it instead.
I did exactly what I said and took my sweet time, and the taste of Emma, the feel of her fluttering around my fingers, was driving me wild. It took all my effort just to hold still, to not thrust against the mattress like some mindless beast. Coming now might feel good, but coming inside Emma would feel like heaven, and I didn’t want to miss the chance by spilling too soon. This might be the only night I ever had with this incredible woman, and I planned to make it last.
Beneath me, she started to tighten up, her breaths coming in short little gasps, her head falling back on the pillow as her legs squeezed the side of my face, her thighs shaking, breasts jiggling.
“Noah, I’m—oh, god.” She sank her hands into my hair again, nails scraping my scalp, and, fuck, that felt good. “Is ... is this okay?”
“Pull harder, Emma,” I told her. “I want to be fucked, too.”
I thrust my fingers deep, stroked my tongue rougher, and she cried out, hands fisting in my hair, holding me in place as she started rutting against my face. I matched her speed, humming against her sensitive flesh, and the sounds coming out of her turned desperate, primal. A keening moan rose from the back of her throat as her entire body tightened up, and then her orgasm ripped through her, her hips losing the rhythm, hands gripping so tight I saw stars, pussy choking my fingers as her muscles clenched and she bore down on me one final time.
“Yes, oh, Noah,yes!” she yelled.
I slowed my pace, moving my tongue to the side of her clit, fingers stilling, head spinning from how turned on I was. My face was slippery with the evidence of how hard she’d climaxed, and arrogant, masculine pride rose within me toknow I was the only one who had ever made her come like this.
She went boneless beneath me as she came down from her high. I eased my fingers out of her and wiped my face on my discarded shirt before standing from the bed. I snagged a condom from the nightstand and pushed my sweats and boxers off, feeling Emma’s sex-drugged eyes on me the whole time.
A hint of apprehension crept into her expression as her gaze dropped to my dick.
I winked at her. “Don’t worry. It’ll fit.”
She grinned and spread her legs wider. “I almost hope it doesn’t.”
I nearly choked. “Emma.”
“What?” she asked, mischief sparking in her dark eyes. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be split in half by a giant cock.”
“Then let’s find out,” I said. “Get on your hands and knees.”
She let out a thready exhale and did what I said, her full breasts swaying beneath her, back arched, hips high, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I opened the condom and started rolling it on, my gaze wandering toward the skylight and the view of the comets growing closer and closer in the night sky, my earlier skepticism forgotten. Emma was turning me into a true believer, and I prayed this wouldn’t be our only night together. That, like the Star-Crossed Lovers, the universe would grant us a second chance, too.
I got onto the bed behind Emma, taking a moment to revel in the sight of her, her shoulders flexing, spine bowed, ass presented like a present. Reaching out, I stroked my hand down her back, loving the way she shuddered in response.
