Oh. That's hot...
"Gladly," I breathe, and draw him closer by his hair until I feel his teeth sink into my delicate skin. I hope they'll leave a mark.
I roll my hips up and down, grinding against his gorgeous face, chasing the friction.
When he looks up, glistening with me everywhere, I can barely hold myself.
Then—mid-throb, mid-moan—he pulls back, saliva and my juices running down all over his throat. His eyes are half-crazed, and so are mine. I'm ready to kill him.
“Lying never tasted better,” he says, savoring it, wiping his mouth with a slow drag.
I glare daggers, even though I'm still splayed under him. "Say another word and I'll come without you just out of spite."
He smiles, face pulled back in amusement. "You think you're in charge, huh? Adorable."
He lands a kiss on my pulsing center and before I can say anything, he flips me, easy as tossing a coin.
I'm braced on my knees, head spinning, eyes locked on the lit-up window in the building across that isn't so far and wonder if they can see us, when—smack.
Ben's palm cracks across my ass, sharp enough to send a white-hot jolt between my legs. My cry splinters into the air, startled.
I turn my head back just when his hand comes down again on the same spot. Two slaps and it's already burning red, my skin thrumming.
His fingers dig into my butt-cheeks, pulling me wide open. Wider. Then—my eyes flare—so wide, I've never been so exposed and raw in my life. It's like he wants to see inside of me.
A guttural groan escapes him, his face only an inch from me. "Fuck... You're so dripping wet for me, Emma. It's running down your thighs."
I bet I am. I've never been hornier in my life.
"Don't worry," he says, breath hot enough to burn my soaked folds. “I want you dripping straight into my throat. I want to swallow every part of you you’ve never given anyone."
His tongue deliberately drags up my leg, tasting me before he plunges it inside and I gasp, my hips instantly rocking back.
He starts eating me like he's hunting for honey, tongue hard and riding deep, circling, his nose nudging on my flesh. The tide swells and I bite back my loud moan.
"Slower, Ben..."
"No. Louder," he rasps.
His tongue becomes a rapid, focused blur, striking and lapping with a frantic rhythm through my folds.
"Oh... god..." My breath is ripped out of me, torn open from the inside out, my ears buzzing, the lightning bolt rushing up my spine.
Then I realize he isn't done.
His arms lock me in place, caging me, and the suction turns feverish.
My elbows break under the force and I breathe loudly.
"What... what are you doing... Wait..."
He groans into me like he's found his obsession made flesh and he needs more, needs everything. Then his mouth goes completely feral.
"Wait—" I choke, clawing at the floor, trying to twist free. "Ben. It's enough. It's enough—"
I turn my head at him, pleading with my gaze, but he locks eyes with me, unyielding, and his tongue surges through me in one hard, upward sweep.
Urgh... god.... so... good...
