Chapter 1
Abreathy little moanescaped her lips as I slid down her body and toward the apex of her thighs, nuzzling my nose against her skin. She shifted in her sleep, kicking the covers off her waist and giving me an unobstructed view of her naked body. Red love bites dotted her neck and across her chest, so I paused to run my tongue over the raised skin, preening as I watched goose bumps appear in the wake of my mouth.
She moaned again, reaching for something, and I willingly pressed my head against her hand, giving her the opportunity to run her fingers along my face.
It felt good—better than good—but I kept myself from purring like a damn panther and double-downed to reach my goal. My cock strained, as desperate as I was to reach its destination, but I pushed my immediate need to the background and trailed my tongue over her stomach. Her skin was salty and delicious, carrying the scents from last night and peaches—always peaches.
From the first time I felt her lips on mine, I was addicted—licking and teasing any part of her body I could touch. The longer we continued our late-night trysts, the more I wanted to take—but she wasn’t mine to keep. She was my friend. My confidant. The one I returned to when life got serious.
Her nails ran through my hair as I left open-mouth kisses on her inner thighs, inching closer to my goal. Another whimper escaped her lips as I gently pushed her legs wider and breathed her in before letting myself taste. My fingers dug into her hips, and my eyes glazed over as I took her in. I wanted to slide my tongue around her nipples, pulling them into my mouth until she screamed—but first, I needed this.
I slid my hands underneath her pert little ass and lifted one leg over my shoulder, desperate to lick her sweet pussy before I went mad with desire. When I felt her tug on my hair, my eyebrows shot up, and I met her open eyes, smirking.
“Good morning, beautiful. Thought I’d get an early start to breakfast.”
“Don’t let me stop you.” She giggled, rolling her hips to get closer to my mouth.
“Never.” I blew against her pussy, and she arched her back, hands touching her breasts to squeeze and tug on the sensitive flesh.
Fuck.I could come just watching her pleasure herself, but I wasn’t selfish like that. The moans and whimpers I could pull from her lips were too sweet to be made by her alone—not when she had my tongue, fingers, and cock at her disposal.
I dove in, licking from her center to her clit and moaning as I tasted her. The remnants of us from last night, mixed with her arousal and peaches, had me pressing my dick harder into the mattress to relieve the ache.
She gripped my hair, rolling her hips against my face—as if I’d stop before she came—and whimpered. “Just like that, Miller. You know what I need.”
“Yeah. I do,” I said from between her legs, barely taking my tongue away from her clit to answer.
I flicked and sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves while trailing my fingers up her inner thigh and dipping one inside her. She gripped my finger so sweetly I had to add another, groaning as she tightened around me. Her legs opened wider as I licked her, one hand fisting the sheet tightly to hold myself from diving between her knees to sheath myself in her warmth.
She gasped as I sucked her clit between my teeth, leaning on her elbows to lock eyes with me. I pinned her lower body down with my forearm, not breaking her hypnotic hold as we stared at each other. As I drove her closer to orgasm, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, but I wasn’t having that.
Her orgasm was incredible to watch—I needed her eyes to stay on mine. I lightly popped her inner thigh with my palm, and she moaned, lifting higher on her elbows before drawing her lower lip between her teeth.
“Eyes on me, Emma,” I said, lifting my tongue from her core. She nodded and ran one hand through my hair. Confident those jade eyes would stay where they belonged, I doubled down on my goal. Two fingers continued to thrust in and out of her as I flicked my tongue over her clit. She tugged on my hair againbefore moving the hand to her breast to pinch her nipple. I stared transfixed, willing myself not to come as she used my body for pleasure.
When her mouth opened and no sound came out, I knew she was close, and when her pussy contracted around my fingers, I added a third, pushing her over the edge. Her hips stilled, and her back arched as I sucked on her clit, flicking my tongue like a hummingbird over the taunt bud. She took a breath, and then the most delicious,obscenesounds passed through her lips, making my cock ache, desperate for the same release I’d given her.
The most well-rehearsed symphony could never sound as beautiful as her coming apart on my tongue. I curled my fingers, slowly hitting that perfect spot over and over—completely unhurried as I worked her over the edge and through her release.
One hand loosened its death grip on my hair so she could run her fingers through the strands. I brought her down slowly, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from her body while murmuring praises ofperfectandgood girl.Her body went limp under me, and I reached for her, twining our fingers together. The flat of my tongue continued to give her long, punishing licks until she arched her hips again, hissing.
“Oh. Oh. Stop. I can’t.”
“You sure about that? I want one more from you, baby. Your pussy was made for me to lick.”
She looked at me with half-lidded eyes, then reached out and traced her fingers across my shoulders. I caught her hand and kissed her open palm, smiling.
I nipped and licked my way up her body, paying particular attention to her belly button and nipples. When I reached her lips, she tugged me closer, moaning into my mouth as our tongues fought for control. There was nothing better thanwaking up between her legs, and I broke away from her mouth to grin again, loving the light sheen of sweat that covered her lithe body.
I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers. The simple kiss was too short to satisfy me but long enough for her to smile into my mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck and moaning little sounds of contentment. I used the kiss to trail my fingers along her sides and then tangle them in her locks—every fucking second of that kiss.
“That was amazing,” she said, throwing one leg over mine as I collapsed beside her. I grinned, propping my head on my elbow and running my hand along her stomach and toward her breasts. She arched her chest into my touch and giggled, turning her head to the side and then covering her mouth with her hand and gasping.
“Frickity-fuck. Is that the time, Miller?”
“Hmm?” I said, pulling her closer so I could thrust against her thigh. My cock was painfully hard and begging me to flip her over so I could have my dirty, filthy way with her. But she kicked me off, shooting off the bed and frantically trying to smooth her honey-blonde hair. “I can’t believe you let me sleep in. I have to be at school in an hour.”
“Oh. Calm down, baby. You don’t need an hour to get ready.”
