Her fingers dig into my hair, nails scraping against my scalp as she pulls me deeper into the kiss. I groan when her lips pull away, suddenly feeling empty where they once were, but she moves along my jaw and then down my neck. It’s too much, and not enough. I don’t know where to touch her first, so I touch everywhere—her waist, her thighs, the soft skin behind her knees. She trembles under my hands, and I know this isn’t just lust that we are feeling.
It never has been that.
Reaching for the hem of her dress, I drag it up slowly. Emma’s mouth breaks contact with my skin, breathing heavy with wild, glassy eyes. Her lips are swollen and cheeks areflushed red. There’s a look on her face that says she’s trying to decide whether to let this continue or run again.
So I stop.
My hands stay in place on her upper thighs, chest rising and falling like I’ve just run a mile uphill. “You have to tell me.” The words come out careful and serious. I need her to be the one to decide. “Do you want this? Us? If you do, you have to say it. Otherwise, I walk.”
She swallows, her throat working hard as she takes in my question, analyzing all the possible consequences that could result from what we’re about to do. She finally gives me a nod, but I need to hear her say the words.
“Say it, Em.”
“Yes, I want this… you.” She breathes out, slow and shaky.
It’s enough.
It’severything.
I shift her beneath me, laying her back onto the couch with reverence as her dress bunches up around her hips. I slide down, settling between her legs, and rest my hands on her thighs. She shudders at my touch, her fingers clutching at the couch cushions.
I meet her gaze. “Might want to hold on tight, Princess.”
Her eyes go wide as she parts her lips and tries to say something, but nothing comes out, besides a whisper of my name, broken and pleading. I kiss my way up her thigh, slow and deliberate, at my own pace.
She deserves to be worshipped. I want to know every inch of her, to taste every piece of the girl I lost. My hands slide under her dress pushing it further up her body for better access, mouth trailing behind. When I finally reach her panties, I place one slow kiss on the fabric between me and her center before hooking them in my fingers and sliding them off.
I place another kiss on her bare cunt now.
Fuck.
I lose the last sliver of sanity I have left.
I grab her body and flip us over so I am laying down and she is on top of me. “Sit on my face, baby.” I demand.
She obeys, climbing up and placing her thighs on either side of my head. Her cunt now hovers over my mouth and I feel like an animal, the need to taste her again completely taking over me. I grab the back of her thighs and pull her down onto my mouth, swiping my tongue along her slit once.
She tastes like heaven and sin and something I’ll never get enough of. Emma cries out, one hand flying to my hair and the other gripping the back of the couch as her hips jerk. I grip around her thighs tighter, keeping them open as I look up, focusing entirely on her and the way she starts to come undone over me.
I pull her hips closer as I swipe my tongue a second time, slower and deeper, deliberately teasing.
“That’s it, Princess,” I murmur against her skin. “You’re so good for me. So fucking perfect.”
Another swipe.
She gasps, dragging her nails through my scalp as I work her over. My mouth and tongue are relentless now, kissing and licking and sucking on her clit over and over.
I can’t get enough. I don’t want to ever stop.
Her hips roll into me, matching my rhythm, chasing it,needingit. And I give her everything. I devour her like it’s the last meal I’ll ever have.
When she breaks, her body tightens and her breath shatters into pieces. It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
She comes apart like a wave crashing against a jagged shore, and I ride it with her with my tongue lapping her clit and holding her through every tremor and breathless cry. Her hands grip my hair tighter as she comes. My cock pulses as I lick up her cum, wanting to be covered in it as well.
I press kisses along her inner thighs as she floats back down.Resting my forehead there, I try to catch my own breath. My body is tight with restraint. Every inch of me aches for her. But I don’t move until Emma slides down my body. She moves her hands down my face and as our eyes lock onto each other’s.
She’s undone, but so beautiful. Several strands of hair stick to her neck and forehead as she glistens under the glow of the fire that I’m just now noticing she lit herself. She must’ve started it while I was outside having a mental breakdown.
