I don’t share the surprised look on her face. Of course Tucker was as selfish in bed as he was out of it.
“Show me how you play with yourself. Let me watch this pussy swallow your fingers.”
Heat creeps up her neck. “In this position?” she asks, dropping her hand between her thighs.
I cock my head to one side, unsure if I’m dreaming or if this is really fucking happening. “Why don’t you sit back on the bed, hitch my top around your waist, and spread those perfect thighs for me?”
She grows a little coy, and I slide my thumb across her plump bottom lip.
“Are you good with that, Mama?”
When she nods lightly, apprehension fills her pretty eyes.
“Can I ask you something?” I want to ask a question that’s been on my mind for a while.
“Sure.”
My hands are back on her face. “How many men have you slept with?”
Green eyes track to the bed beneath us, and I hate that she’s anything but comfortable.
“Only Tucker.”
That’s exactly what I suspected, given her age and relatively sheltered life with Scott and Freya. In contrast, I’ve been with more women than most of the guys on my team. Although I was married for a long-ass time, to say I got around before I met Maria is a huge understatement. I was the biggest fuckboy in my freshman year of college.
“Do you like touching yourself, Billie?”
Her eyes are back on mine, confidence steeling her shoulders. “Yes. Especially when I’m thinking about you.”
My balls contract to the point of pain.
This woman is going to annihilate me.
I tip my chin at the headboard. “Go ahead and show me.”
She doesn’t hesitate, scooting until her back is planted firmly against my headboard, top already bunched around her middle.
All she needs to do is let her knees fall apart, and I’ll be privy to the best show of my life.
“Tell me what you want me to do next, Emmett.”
Billie proves that inexperience doesn’t necessarily translate to incompetence as she takes two fingers and slides them into her mouth.
I’m going to expire.
My voice is gravelly when I attempt to find words. “I want you to part your legs and take them as wide as they’ll go. The only view I want this morning is your pretty pink cunt as it weeps for me.”
Edging her knees apart, she confirms what I already knew—perfection. Aside from a single strip of short hair, she likes to keep herself bare.
“When you massage your clit like that, what do you think about me doing to you?” I ask, watching the way she works the swollen nub beneath her fingers.
She spreads herself wider. “Eating me out.”
Reaching beneath the waistband of my shorts, I glide my palm over my cock, pre-cum leaking down the shaft. With my other hand, I push them to my knees, letting Billie see me without a steamed-up shower door between us.
Although she might try to hide it, I don’t miss the flare of her eyes or the way her pupils dilate.
I stroke myself again, tipping my head toward the ceiling. “Do you think my cock would fit inside you?” It’s a rhetorical question,but I want to hear her agree that our bodies were made for each other.
