Her eyes widened, and she nodded, hands going back to knead her breasts. Before she could articulate another syllable, I dove in, licking the tender, swollen flesh between her legs. I flattened my tongue against her clit, putting both hands under her so I could maneuver her closer to my mouth. As soon as my tongue tasted the remnants of her release, I became ravenous.Desperate.Lapping her thighs, her clit, and thrusting my tongue inside of her, imagining it was my cock.
Pleas and cries tumbled from her mouth, and she fisted my hair, yanking the strands as she thrust against my face. The sharp sting spurred me on, and I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them toward her front wall to reach the spot I knew would make her see stars. I felt her tense as she wrapped her legs around my head so there was nothing but her pussy surrounding me.
I wanted to do this to her again and again, then bury myself in her tight heat as she screamed my name.
“Oh, Miller. Please. Please. Don’t stop. Never felt this good.”
I raised my brows and looked at her, pinching her nipples with one hand while she’d propped her elbow on the bed so she could watch me lick her. There was nothing more beautiful than her, at this moment, hair a mess with curls plastered to her forehead.Her body tensed as I sucked her clit between my teeth, flicking my tongue against it as fast as I could.
She came with a cry and my name on her lips, riding my face like a fuckinggood girlas another orgasm overtook her body. Harsh pants fell from her lips, and she let go, throwing herself flat on the bed. I nuzzled her pussy, licking every inch of her with broad strokes until she hissed and bucked her hips.
I smirked from between her legs, resting my head on her thigh and squeezing her ass. “One more, baby.”
She huffed, propping herself on her elbow and using the other hand to run through my hair. She pulled, gentler than last time, and I sat back on my knees, smiling. A light sheen of sweat covered her body, and her breasts and neck were covered with red marks—fucking perfect.
“As amazing as this is, I think you’ve wrung me dry.”
I leaned down, kissing her inner thigh and licking toward her breasts, stopping to dip into her belly button, causing her to giggle and tug my hair again. I buried my face between her tits, sucking one nipple into my mouth, then the other, loving how she pushed her chest forward to meet my lips.
“Are you sure you can’t give me one more?” She opened her mouth, hesitating long enough for me to smirk and lean down, nibbling on her pulse point.Delirious.I was delirious with lust—wanting to give her more, to see her break for me—even at the cost of my own cock. It was rock hard, but I’d fuck my hand in the bathroom, thinking of her, if she was too wrung out after I’d given her another.
She lay back and opened her arms, reaching for me as I willingly came to her, closing the distance between us so I could taste her lips. Her mouth molded to mine, and she whimpered, licking my top lip so I’d open my mouth and let her tongue dance with mine.
“Miller,” she gasped, breaking the kiss and pushing a hand between our bodies. My cock jumped as her hand pumped slowly, and I couldn’t help the moan or how I moved against her to relieve the ache. She pushed, and I sat up, watching as she opened the bedside drawer and grabbed a condom. Ripping it open, she sheathed it over me, gripping the base hard enough for me to thrust into her hand.
“You’re welcome to try.” A devious smirk overtook her features as she jostled me between her legs and lifted her hips, the intent clear. I rolled against her, and for a fleeting second, I longed to rip the condom off and feel her bare skin connected to mine.No barriers. Just the two of us—like it should be.
“Please. Miller.”
I leaned down, drawing her mouth to mine as she wrapped a leg around my hip. Slotting my cock against her entrance, I pushed in slowly, knowing how sensitive she must be, and groaned. We moved together, her nails scratching my back and already on the brink of release. She met me thrust for thrust, urging me deeper, harder as our breaths mingled, and I lavished my tongue over any spot I could reach.
“One more?” I asked, pleading. Her eyes danced in the light, and she nodded.
“Yes. Fuck. Miller. Yes. Please. Let me feel you. All of you. Make me come.”
“Yeah?” I brought our bodies together again and again, feeling my orgasm approaching as her walls fluttered around me. The feel of her body pressed to mine was almost too much, but I kept going, kept thrusting, knowing I could get her off again. “One more. I need one more. Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”
She tightened around me, her legs around my waist, squeezing me so hard my thrusts became erratic. Another cry escaped her lips, this one broken and raspy as her nails dug into my back.The orgasm ripped through her body as a litany of curses and pleas fell from her lips.
Finally, I welcomed my release, the force of my orgasm turning the room blurry and making bright spots dance in my vision. The intensity was so fierce that all I could do was bury my face into the crook of her neck and hold on.
We collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and mingled breaths, and for a fleeting second, I couldn’t tell where she ended and I began. I pulled her close as she looked at me, eyes heavy with sleep. She shifted closer, legs coiled with me as I pulled a blanket over us.
She slowly blinked and rested her head on my chest as I squeezed, not caring that there was a very real possibility of choking on her hair in my sleep. “Stay?”
We shared a glance, something profound stirring in my body and burying itself deep into my core. A lazy smile drew across my face as I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Yeah, baby.”
“Good.” Her eyes drifted closed, and I soon followed, slipping into a dreamless sleep with her in my arms—like she belonged there.
Chapter 12
You know whatwas maddening? I should be thinking about getting the showroom into working condition or the drive to Greenville I had to make for a part. Then, there was working on specs with Simon and checking on the crew working past Edisto Island.
Work things should occupy my waking hours—but they didn’t because I was freaking stuck on Emma James. Stuck on lastnight and how I felt when I was with her. How she felt molded to my body and falling apart around my fingers and mouth.
This morning, we flitted around one another. She filled our coffee cups while I added creamer, both moving in this comfortable silence that felt too easy. It should have been strange and uncomfortable, but instead, it was this peaceful stillness. A stillness that consumed me, filling in the empty spaces of my soul.
This was precisely the type of bullshit I didn’t need. Pretty soon, one of Emma’s dates would leave her giddy with happiness, and I’d be thrown back over whatever line in the sand we’d drawn.
