It was—thin green silk, edged with lace, and sturdy as hell, with wide straps and four hooks in the back—and Emmy laughed breathlessly. “Glad you like it. It’s hard to find pretty stuff in my size. Sorry I’m not wearing garters.”
Karl lifted his head enough to give her a smoldering smile. “I promise I’m not sorry aboutanythingright now. Not that I’d say no to garters. Or next time.” He deliberately blew cool air over her heated, wet nipple. Emmy arched, clutching his hair and trying to bring his mouth back to her. He obliged, hungrier than before, and explored the shape of her breasts and the edges of the bra with his fingertips. “Can I…”
“You can,” she promised, then laughed softly as his hungry ocean-blue gaze came up to hers again. “Should I ask for details first?”
“No. Yes. Maybe.” He straightened and put his hands on her hips again, taking a step toward the bed. She put her hands under his shirt, reveling at the hard, smooth muscle, sparsely scattered with hair. His belly clenched and he shivered, then nodded. Emmy skimmed his shirt up and off, and for a few seconds could hardly even think. His body was so strong and broad and beautifully made. Unable to help herself, she kissed his breastbone, then licked his nipple.
His gasp made her do it again, and again before she closed her lips over the hard little nub, suckling it as her fingertips found the other one. Karl groaned again, clasping his hands into her hair, holding her mouth against himself as he shivered. “Jesus, Emmy, it feels good. Please, I want to kiss you?” His big hands found their way to her jaw, gracing it before he lifted her mouth from his chest to his lips and kissed her with increasing urgency. Her hair, which she’d put up that morning, loosened, sliding in thick strands around her face and his fingers and wrists. “Emmy. God, you’re beautiful. Can I bring you to the bed?”
She whispered, “You can,” again, and he walked her there, kissing her all the way, until it hit her in the backs of the knees. He caught her before she could so much as wobble, holding her close against the incredible heat of his body, and eased her dress off her shoulders, watching her all the while. She nodded, eyes wide with anticipation, and Karl smiled, dropping kisses on her neck as he unfastened the multiple hooks on the bra so deftly Emmy couldn’t help a laugh.
He blinked at her before he took the bra off her. “What?”
“Ican’t get all those hooks that easily. You’re a master.”
A wicked smile pulled at his mouth. “I hope I’ve mastered a few other things, too.” He slipped her bra away, then groaned and slid his hands over her breasts, lifting their weight and running his thumbs over her nipples again. Emmy’s breath caught and Karl ducked his head, more than his head, head and shoulders, so he could kiss her breasts, and murmured, “You’re so little,” against her skin, so softly.
Dizzy delight made the faint protest of, “Well, I’m short,” hard to even come up with, but Karl laughed gently and straightened, stealing a long and lingering kiss before he smiled down at her.
“Short,” he agreed, “and big in all the right places. Emmy, you’reglorious. Can I…?” His fingertips tugged at the waistband of her shorts, and she caught her lip in her teeth, but nodded. He slipped them down her legs, along with her panties, and for a moment she thought he might stay down there, but instead he stood as if it took a lot of concentration to do so. “Sit?”
“Sit?” she asked bemusedly, as if the idea was unfamiliar.
Color actually flushed through Karl’s cheeks, and his voice got even rougher with desire. “On the bed? It’s just…what I was going to do earlier. I want to kneel for you, Emmy. I want to stroke your skin and taste you everywhere. I want to kiss your throat, and your breasts, and when you’re wet and whimpering and gasping I want to spread your thighs and make you come with my fingers and my tongue. I want you to forget there’s anything in the world but how you feel, and maybe that it’s me helping you feel that way.”
Heat pooled and almost crested between her thighs, weakening Emmy’s knees. She reached for a bedpost, but there weren’t any. Karl caught her hand, though, steadying her, and the heat of his touch sent a wonderfully cool shiver over her body, tightening her nipples, tightening everything. His gaze dropped to her breasts, darkened, and stayed dark as it returned to her eyes. “Yes?”
“Yes.” There was hardly any sound to the word, but Emmy’s voice cracked on it anyway. “But…” Her fingertips fell to his waistline, questioning, and Karl swallowed a sound that would have had the whole B&B knowing what was going on, if he’d let it out at full volume.
It was his turn to whisper, “Yes,” on the end of that magnificent swallowed sound. “Let me kneel naked for you, so if you want me I’m easy and ready. Please, Emmy. Let me show you how much I want you.”
“If you keep talking to me like that I’m not going to even be able to…” Emmy didn’t even know what she wouldn’t be able to. Think, for sure.
Karl’s smile brushed hers, and he murmured, “Then let me,” which was nebulous enough that it maybe didn’t make any actual sense, but Emmy was absolutely prepared to let him, so possibly making sense didn’t matter that much.
She unfastened his jeans, sliding them down along with his underwear, and as they dropped, involuntarily and entirely too loudly said, “Oh my God,yeah.”
He was grinning when she looked up at him, wide-eyed. “Told you I needed the extra-larges. Sit now?” The last words were very soft, gentle, and somehow made Emmy’s knees cut out because of their tenderness. She sat, and Karl, with a shivering moan, dropped to his knees to spread her thighs, kissing one and then the other, closer and closer to her meltingly hot center. His hands were everywhere, tracing her skin, touching her breasts, rolling her nipples until she gasped, then slipping away again to glide down her spine, making her arch in ticklish, delightful pleasure. Finally, as she thought she might lose her mind with hope, he lifted her thighs over his shoulders, first one, then the other, and murmured, “Feel free to get your hands in my hair,” his breath feeling cool against the heat of her need.
And then his tongue was on her, soft and hot and incredibly certain. Emmy bit back a high-pitched whimper and bucked toward him, wanting nothing more than to knot her hands in his hair and pull him closer with her calves pressed against his back. She started to, then stopped, and Karl rumbled against her, sliding his hands to her bottom and tucking himself even closer, his tongue sliding inside her like he wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by her, buried in her with his mouth alone. No one had ever encouraged her to be—to begreedy, Emmy thought—and the power and sensuality of it was all but overwhelming.
It was as if he could tell she was on the edge. He rumbled again, practically a purr, and closed his mouth over her clit, suckling as she clutched his hair and folded her legs around his shoulders, letting herself trust that he’d asked for what he wanted, by giving her what she needed. Orgasm ricocheted through her in extraordinary pulses, her whole body alight with pleasure, and in the aftermath, his mouth became very, very gentle, teasing her through more waves without quite overpowering her.
Then he looked up, smiling, and Emmy thought she would faint from new desire, not that hers had faded at all. His gaze was so kind, his eyes so beautiful, all of him so utterly gorgeous that she whispered, “I need you. I need more. I want you in me, Karl.”
His smile went absurdly sweet, so sweet it was almost lazy. “One moment.” He reached for the condoms, and a few seconds later she was pulling him toward her, ready to have him right there on the edge of the bed. He hesitated, though, and her eyebrows rose in question. “Would you be on top?” he whispered, as if he was asking a tremendous favor. “I want to be able to see you above me. I want to be able to touch you.”
Emmy’s breath caught. “I don’t want to squish you…”
Karl took her hand to put her palm over his hard length, hot through the thin surface of the condom. “I very much want to be squished.”
Emmy, surprised, laughed and then clapped her other hand over her mouth, remembering they were trying to stay quiet. Karl grinned up at her. “You’re not going to squish me, not the way you mean. I promise. I swear it. I am unsquishable, and I love being able to watch a woman on top of me.”
No longer really protesting, Emmy said, “The bed will squeak…” as she scooted back across the mattress, giving Karl room to climb up with her.
“Not as much as it would if I was on top,” he said cheerfully, “and if it helps, I promise to hold very still.”
Emmy’s whole body went alight with need again at the unexpected offer, a gasp escaping her. Karl, sprawling across the bed, his manhood jutting enthusiastically, gave her another slow and this timedefinitelylazy smile. “I promise to hold still,” he murmured. “I promise to let you ride me and use me and find your own pleasure as fast or as slow as you like, and that it’ll be the most incredible experience I’ve ever had.” His cock twitched as if in agreement, and Emmy, biting her lower lip, slowly crawled over him to straddle his hips.
