“Heels?” I ask.
He doesn’t look up at me, too fixated on my pussy.
“With how many times I’ve wanted to bend you over your desk while you’re wearing those at work, they’re staying on for now.”
He lifts one of my legs to his lips, placing a reverent kiss to my ankle bone. His eyes take a leisurely path over my entire body until he finds my face.
“You’re beautiful, baby.”
I feel myself glow under the praise. “Thank you.”
There’s an edge of disbelief as he rakes over me again, this slight shake to his head as he does. There’s not an ounce of me that questions if Emmett finds me beautiful. Not only does he tell me with his words, but his touch says the same thing. Hismouth does as well when he runs it over my skin, peppering thankful kisses.
He kisses meeverywhere.
Absolutely everywhere that he can reach.
And it’s a torturous tease when he does so on my inner thigh. Closer and closer, but not quite where I need him.
Until he is.
“Oh.” I lift my hips into his face when I get his mouth where I crave it most. But his big hand instantly presses on my stomach, keeping me pinned to the mattress.
I can hardly move with the force in which he’s holding me down and it’s a delicious realization that I don’t have control right now. I couldn’t move if I tried.
I melt into the bed at the thought. Turn my brain off. Feel his tongue flick against my clit. Revel in the sensation of his lips kissing my pussy.
He kisses me there the same way he kissed me everywhere else. Like he can’t possibly get enough. Like he’s so thankful I exist.
“Your mouth—” That’s all I can get out because that mouth sucks my clit between his lips in a way that has me about to come undone already.
He comes up for a quick breath, only long enough to say, “You taste so goddamn good, Reese. I’ve thought about it since I tasted you on my fingers.”
Then he goes right back to owning me.
I should maybe feel a bit self-conscious about being naked and splayed while these insane needy noises escape from my throat, but I don’t care. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want him. I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want to come right now.
His coarse facial hair scratches against my sensitive skin and it has me out of my mind. I can only imagine what a mess I’mmaking on his face. But the way he’s devouring me, it’s almost as if that’s exactly what he wants.
Then he lifts my hips and runs his tongue in a rough line down my seam until he reaches my ass. He licks a circle around that before retracing the same path back to my clit.
“Holy shit,” I cry out. “Do that again.”
I feel him smile against my sex, but he gives me what I want and repeats the motion.
“Please make me come. Please, Em.”
“Are you begging for it?”
“Yes. Yes, yes. I learned from the best.” I truly don’t think I’ve begged for anything in my life. If I want something, I just do it myself. But there’s no way I could make myself feel as good as he’s making me.
“Sounds lovely coming from you, but you don’t have to beg, Reese. You ask for anything from me, and you’ll get it. Understand?”
“Will you make me come?”
His answer is silent and comes in the form of two fingers rimming my entrance. He flicks a rhythmic pattern with his tongue that makes me boneless, but when he adds those fingers, slipping them into my pussy, he has me shaking.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry, trying to writhe against the bed but unable to move with the hold he has on me.
