His body heated and cock hardened as he rose to his knees. Amelia bit down on her bottom lip and slowly spread her legs before him. In the dim light, she glistened, already wet and ready for him.
Emory ran a hand over his face. “Goddamn,” he breathed into his palm before easing on top of her.
His fingers worked between her legs, one and then two tucking inside. His lips skimmed her stomach and, further down, he peered up at Amelia as she held her breath. Propped on her elbows, she watched intently as his mouth arrived between her legs and his tongue slid along each of her lips.
“Emory,” she sighed, her head falling back as he savored her taste.
He kissed between her legs just as slowly and sensuously as he kissed her mouth. It was a destination for him, not an inconvenient errand along the way of getting off. He relished the heavenly little pants and moans that escaped her, a whole chorus of sounds that made his heart pound as his lips and tongue worked in concert.
“You taste so fucking good,” he panted before diving back in.
He meant it too and had obsessed over far less. If she only knew how savagely he craved her. Most nights, it was all he could think about. Unable to focus at business meetings, deals had been done and decisions made with his blood hot and Emory thinking only of how she’d taste and the ecstasy he could bring her.
Amelia rolled her hips, grinding against his mouth as her knees fell further apart. Her lost inhibitions thrilled him almost as much as the flush of wetness soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. Emory plunged his tongue inside her and swiped her clit until Amelia arched into him.
“I’m so close,” she gasped. Another few flicks and she tensed, her thighs warming his cheeks as she came in one shuddering breath.
Everything softened then—her body, the sound of the TV babbling in the corner, the gauzy blue light. Emory crawled up her body, his mouth slick from her orgasm. With the heels of his hands propped on either side of her head, he drank in the sight of her beneath him. Amelia’s hair fanned across the pillow, and she panted shallow breaths. A fine layer of sweat coated their bodies. Its scent mingled with the sweetness of her perfume.
“You’re fucking perfect, Amelia,” he whispered into a kiss.
Some women were scandalized at tasting themselves. Amelia didn’t seem to mind as his tongue slipped into her mouth. On top of her, their kiss slowed enough for him to revel in her taste and the feel of her lips plush against his. Emory bucked against her, his cock nestled between her pussy lips and his shaft grinding against her clit.
“I need to be inside of you,” he groaned and almost accomplished the task. The tip of his cock slid inside, but Amelia sat up and kept his gaze as she guided him to lie back then knelt between his legs. Emory expelled a rasping chuckle.
“What is it?” she asked.
“You’re so eager to please.”
She settled to one hip, her hair cascading over her shoulder as she tilted her head.
“For you, yes.”
For me.If he could hold a mirror to her, she’d watch her own willing surrender and love in the look she gave. It spurred Emory’s possessive streak. She’d belong to no one else ever again.Mine.
With one arm propped behind his head, he enjoyed the viewas Amelia wrapped her fingers delicately around his shaft. He covered her hand with his own and instructed her movement.
“Hard, baby,” he said and squeezed with steady pressure.
Good girl that she was, Amelia obeyed beautifully and stroked him in slow, hard movements. Emory closed his eyes with a shaky breath as pleasure tore through him, an electric wave that rippled down to his toes. He wouldn’t last long, not with her touch like magic. He cracked his eyes. Amelia licked her lips and rose to her knees. She climbed on top and ground against him, her wet pussy teasing his cock as she rolled her hips.
Emory wound her hair in his fist. With a light tug, he demanded in a throaty groan, “You gonna take my cock like a good girl, hmm?”
He bucked his hips to push inside, but Amelia shook her head with an impish smile.
“You have to wait.”
“I’ve been waiting all day,” Emory protested and tried to corral her by the waist, but she slipped away and eased down his body.
Her gorgeous lips nestled against the tip of his cock. “Then what’s a little longer?”
Emory shuddered with the exhale she gave the moment before she took him in her mouth and sucked. An ecstatic sigh vacated him, and he gathered up her hair in his fist again. Her hand coiled around his shaft and met her lips with each pass. And when he liked it too much and moaned with impending release, she lifted her eyes to watch him.
Emory muttered incoherently into his palms. Whatever he said was lost in a slew of delirious sighs and groans. Euphoria sent the room faintly spinning. He was so close and could’ve let it ride, but another need superseded simply getting off. Emory reached down and gathered Amelia in his arms. She came eagerly as he hauled her on top of him.
“I need you,” he breathed into the crook of her neck as she laid against his chest.
“It’s only been half a day,” she laughed before sucking on his ear lobe.
