Page 61 of Rescued Heart


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His cock couldn’t be any harder than if she’d dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. He stepped up on the landing, crowding her back. “Get in the apartment Emme and take your clothes off.”

Her pupils dilated. Chest rising and falling, she spun and dug in her pocket for the apartment key. He followed as she rushed through the door, setting the pizza and bag with the wine on the table in front of the couch.

She’d kicked her shoes off in the living room and dropped her shirt a few steps from it in the short hall leading to the bedroom. Following the trail of clothes, he tore his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. For every article of Emme’s clothing he found, he took off his own and left it next to hers.

She stood in the center of the small bedroom, clad only in her polka dot underwear. “Panties, Emme.”

Her nipples hardened as he watched. “I thought I’d leave those for you.”

His dick pulsed and he felt a drop of moisture escape. “On the bed.”

She walked backward until she hit the bed, then sat and scooted back, watching him the whole time. Bracing a hand on the end of the bed, he crawled to her. He stopped halfway up her body and hooked his fingers into the edge of her underwear, drawing it down over her hips. She bent her knees and pulled her feet free.

Running his hands from her ankles up to her knees, he pressed her legs apart. “Open for me, Emme.”

Her back arched slightly, pushing her hips up, and her legs fell open. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her fists clench in the bed covers. Her breasts rose and fell with each shallow breath.

He’d barely touched her. Not the way he wanted to. Not the way he was going to.

He planned on worshiping her body all night. Showing her exactly how much she meant to him.

Showing her he loved her.

It was too soon to say the words, but he knew she was it for him.

Trailing his tongue along the inside of her thigh, he moved higher, wedging his shoulders between her legs. He nipped the soft fleshy skin at the top of her thigh. She hissed in a breath and one of her hands grasped at his hair, still too short for her to do anything other than thread her fingers through.

Using his thumbs, he spread her apart. She was wet and ready for him. Her hips rolled in small circles, seeking relief. He touched her clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Uhn.” Her body bowed off the bed like he had shocked her.

Fuck she was responsive.

He pressed her clit more firmly and pushed his thumb into her, twisting it.

“God, yes.”

He grinned and circled his tongue around her sensitive nub. He wasn’t god, but he definitely planned on showing her heaven.

Her hips moved faster, setting a regular rhythm. “More,” she breathed. “Please.”

Ask and you shall receive.He didn’t stop moving his tongue. Pulling out his thumb, he replaced it with his first two digits, rotating and curling them to rub the front wall of her sweet pussy.

She gasped. He hooked his other hand around her hip to hold her still and close to his mouth, not letting her move away to find relief. The muscles of her channel rippled around his fingers, indicating she was close.

He didn’t know if he wanted her to come on his face or around his cock. Maybe he could do both. Rising to his knees with his fingers still buried deep, he grabbed a condom from a pile on the table beside the bed.

Her eyes flew open. “Oh! No!”

“Hang on, babe.” He tore the condom open with his teeth and pulled the rubber circle out, spitting the packet to the floor. He leaned down and circled her clit again with his tongue.

She held him in place with her hands on the back of his head. He took his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, while he rolled the condom on. He thrust into her tight opening, then circled her clit. He went back and forth, never staying in one spot long enough for her orgasm to build.

Her growl of frustration, accompanied by her knees clenching the sides of his head, told him she was close but couldn’t reach the finish line. Not without him.

Shoving his hands under her ass, he lifted her hips and shoved his thumb into her again.

Her nails bit into his scalp and she moaned. “Yes. There. Oh, fuck. Yes.”