I moved off of her reluctantly and she sat up. She unsnapped her bra in a single, fluid motion, tossing it aside, and leaving her topless.
I felt like the wind got knocked out of me. They had to be the most gorgeous breasts I’d ever seen, full and heavy with perfect little rosebud nipples. I leaned down to take one in my mouth.
Emilia arched her back and I raced to slide my arms around her as I kissed and tongued her nipple. I was so out of my mind for her that it was starting to become a real possibility that I’d come in my boxers—especially if she kept making those horny little noises.
“Pants,” she moaned. “Off.”
I didn’t stop kissing her as I moved to tug at her waistband.
“No, I meanyours,” she insisted. “Now.”
I somehow managed to pull them off while reclining, along with my briefs, leaving me naked.
“Well, okay then,” Emilia stared down at me, wearing a wicked grin.
I clutched my cock at the root and had to force myself not to start stroking. I was so fucking close already, it wasn’t going to take long.
The next thing I knew Emilia was climbing on top of me and taking my full length in her mouth.
“Hold on,” I insisted weakly, because I needed to stop her if I was going to hold on to my self control, but her mouth was too magical to let me do anything.
Emilia didn’t have a gag reflex, taking me all the way to the hilt and holding eye contact the entire time she was deep throating me. I couldn’t decide which was hotter, the feeling of her warm, wet mouth on my cock or the devious look in her eyes as she did it.
And therhythm. She’d draw me in slowly, teasing, then increase her pace, then slow down again. I felt myself getting shudderingly close to coming, but each time she’d seem to sense it and back off.
“This is torture,” I said in a ragged whisper.
“I know, and you love it,” she whispered back.
Well, she wasn’t wrong about that.
I let her continue for a few minutes longer then finally mustered the strength to gently push her back.
“My turn,” I rumbled as I climbed on top of her. “I’m going to make you beg for me.”
“Oh, you think?” Emilia giggled.
Her laughter stopped abruptly when I pulled her shorts off. I barely even got them over her knees before diving between her legs and dragging my tongue down her sweetness.
“Oh mygod,” she moaned when I pressed my tongue inside her.
I teased her exactly the way she had tormented me, varying the pace and intensity of my tongue, mouth, and fingers. I flicked my tongue on her sensitive nub and she practically levitated off the couch. I almost lost it myself when she threaded her fingers through my hair and pulled me even closer to her body.
Impossibly, my mind drifted back to her saying that she’d faked it with other men. I wasn’t about to let that happen with me. I increased my focus on her clit and was rewarded with an almost operatic shriek.
There was no way she was faking it this time. I could feel her body heating up, clenching,tensingbefore release. I was close as well but I wasn’t backing down until she was screaming my name.
A few seconds later, I was rewarded with just that. Her stomach went concave and I could feel little fluttery sensations as an orgasm rocked through her.
I watched her beautiful face go all dreamy as she came back to earth.
“What the hell was that?” Emilia whispered.
“A preview,” I said as I stood up. “Let’s go. Time for the main presentation.”
She held her hand out to me and I leaned over and gathered her in my arms. When she snuggled against my chest, still punch drunk from her orgasm, I had to wonder if there was any better feeling.
I was about to find out.
