“You’re a work of art,” he rasped, breathless as he stroked between her legs. “Fuck, and you’re so wet.”
“I’m always this wet for you,” Amelia told him truthfully and couldn’t tell what aroused him more—the statement or that she arched her back and rolled her hips to match his rhythm. “I want you,” she sighed.
“Oh yeah?” Emory’s mouth hovered over hers. “How bad?”
One large hand settled on her throat firmly, and his thumb pushed against her jaw. Lust darkened his gaze as his fingers pumped inside of her. Amelia meant to respond, but when her mouth opened, moans poured out as pleasure coursed through her, each steady wave building toward her climax.
“Please,” she cried out and gripped the sheets. She wassoclose, even gasped it once and then twice.
Unceremoniously, Emory pulled out of her and shed the rest of his clothes with a cocksure smile. She might’ve pouted and putup a fuss if not for him on his knees before her. Emory’s fingers glistened with her pleasure as he stroked his cock. She knew he was big—how could he not be for a man his height—but his dick was perfectly long and thick and slick at the tip as he ached for release.
Until that moment, it hadn’t occurred to Amelia to be nervous. Emory was more man than she’d ever been with; not just his size but the voracity of his appetite. Her pulse beat as frenzied as the thoughts racing through her head.
“First,” he said, his voice gravely as he eased on top of her. The tip of his cock rested between her legs. He caressed her cheek as his tongue flicked against hers. “You will always come first. Besides…”
He kissed her neck, sucking gently right beneath her ear, the first mark of many he’d undoubtedly leave.
“Ever since that night you tried to run away from me…”
Emory’s lips skimmed between her breasts, stopping only long enough to suck each nipple. His hair brushed her waist, tickling on the way down.
“I can’t stop thinking about how wet you were.”
Amelia steadied shaky hands on his shoulders as he trailed kisses down her belly.
“How sweet you tasted.” His lips passed her hips. Emory hooked one arm beneath her leg. “How good you’d look naked in my bed, riding my mouth.” He matched her eyes as his lips grazed the inside of her thigh. “There hasn’t been a night since when I haven’t come so fucking hard thinking about this.”
Yes. God, yes.
Amelia nodded eagerly, though he couldn’t see. He closed his eyes and circled her clit with his tongue in one delicious swipe. Her legs trembled with another lick that terminated in a deep kiss between her legs. The tenderness disarmed her. No one ever kissed her like that. They went for the kill; too hard, too eager, too ready to be done and on to the next thing.
Emory lingered, no moment too trivial, so he took his time as he said he would, and it started with a kiss. A simple kiss betweenher legs and then another. The sensation racing through her was unreal. A mere fantasy couldn’t have predicted it. With delicate pressure, he sucked on her clit then each lip before his tongue set in again. Amelia lost her breath as she gripped his shoulders, her chest constricting and fingernails digging into his skin.
He’d said he was great at eating pussy. Great. Justgreat.
With a mouth like his, she figured there was some truth to the statement, but he’d monstrously undersold himself. The man was a savage between her legs, merciless in how he devoured her. If this was what being eaten alive meant, she’d die a million deaths for him to do it every night.
“Jesus,fuck,” Amelia gasped. “Emory.”
“That good for you, baby?” he chuckled and stroked her from the inside, his long fingers easily reaching her sensitive spot hidden deep.
Amelia couldn’t answer. Words would’ve failed her anyhow. As with his hands, Emory’s mouth commanded her body. He hooked his arms behind her knees and, in one swift movement, rolled to his back and brought Amelia with him.
“Ride my face,” he commanded and didn’t wait for her to shimmy up his body. With a firm grip on her ass, Emory hauled her up his chest and set in again before Amelia could even straddle him.
Dizzy and disoriented, she held onto the headboard and tried desperately to compose herself as he lapped at her pussy. With every flick of his tongue or caress of his lips, she came undone, her legs trembling and thighs crushing his cheeks. Emory peered up at her and the wickedness in his gaze said he wanted a show. It was her time to shine.
Any lingering inhibitions fell away. Amelia matched his eyes as she swiveled her hips in loose rolls. Emory buried a moan between her legs, his chest rumbling and fingers digging into the back of her thighs. Lost in the moment with his mouth between her legs, Amelia closed her eyes and rode his face as faithfully as she’d ride his cock.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so sexy,” Emory muttered, his pantingbreaths like heaven between her legs. “Turn around and suck my dick.”
Once again, Amelia had hardly processed the demand before Emory had flipped her around and positioned her exactly how he wanted. On all fours, she was face to face with his perfect cock. Amelia wrapped one hand around his shaft and glanced back at Emory with a sweet smile. She couldn’t say what flashed in his eyes—possessiveness, lust, the need to mark her as his own and keep her forever.
“That’s my girl,” Emory said and licked her cum off his lips. “Get to it,” he commanded with a wink and light slap to her ass.
Amelia’s stomach flipped, and she met that command with a tease. She sucked the tip of his cock then placed a soft kiss there.
“Like this, baby?” she asked, her lips deliberately brushing his tip. The gesture drove him crazy. Cheeks flushed, Emory grit his teeth.
