I pulse between my thighs, certain that if he doesn’t get his mouth on me in the next few seconds, my whole body will combust through desperation.
“Do you want an honest answer?”
He carefully peels my jeans off before tossing them behind him. “I want your honesty, always.”
Emmett sucks two thick fingers into his mouth, pulling them out and running them over my thong.
I cry into a palm when he circles and pinches my already-sensitive clit.
“Tell me the truth, Bill,” he presses, nuzzling his face between my thighs. “Has a tongue made you scream before? Or was Tucker as selfish in bed as he is in public?”
He knows the answer before I even share it.
“No one has ever gone down on me before.”
I thought that Emmett would be only happy with that knowledge. Instead, sadness flattens his smile.
Hooking his fingers into the straps of my thong, he edges them down my thighs.
It’s the most intense experience of my life—gray eyes fixated on my face while he strips my lower half.
He shifts closer, gently passing a finger through my heat, and my hips buck of their own accord. Every muscle is coiled tight by weeks, months of anticipation.
Emmett looks wholly pleased at my body’s response, pulling off his glasses and setting them down on the floor beside him.
“This cunt”—he pushes a single finger inside my entrance—“is the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”
Curling his finger, he sucks my clit between his lips and swallows down his first taste.
Smooth strokes of his tongue toy with my entrance, lapping at me like he’ll never get enough of the way I feel in his mouth.
My legs shake, full-body shudders overtaking every nerve ending.
Christ, he’s good.
I might be new to this, but I can tell he’s on the opposite end of the spectrum when it comes to the depth of my own sexual experience.
Maybe that thought should make me feel inferior, although nothing about the way this man devours my body could elicit anything other than confidence.
My back arches, and I dig my fingernails into his shoulders when he adds a second finger and curls them toward my front wall like he originally promised he would.
“I’m going to come, Em.”
He just grins at me, working my pussy like it’s his favorite toy. “You’re beautiful like this, Billie. Sprawled out on your couch, pussy dripping with need.” His voice is alluring, his touch the perfect balance of firm and gentle when he pumps his fingers harder and draws sounds from me I never knew were possible.
“More,” I plead, my orgasm reaching a toe-curling high. “I want more.”
Withdrawing, Emmett rises to his feet and licks me from his fingers.
“I really want to fuck you, Bill. Are you ready for my cock?”
Anticipation heightens every sense as I whisper, “I’m ready for you.”
Smiling wide, he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and fetches out his wallet before working on his belt and zipper, his jeans dropping to the floor.
Feral eyes fixate on mine when he pulls a condomfrom his wallet and tears the packet open with his teeth. He dips a hand beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, sheathing himself with ease. I wonder how many women Emmett has slept with.
“Spread those gorgeous thighs for my cock,” he instructs, pulling my mind away from thoughts of his past until all I can think about is the next few seconds and how he’ll be inside me.
