With every undulating motion of Emmeline’s hips and every sound whispered from her pursed lips, the need to possess the woman crowded out everything else.
With every strike of my belt, my cock hardened even more until I couldn’t take it any longer.
The raging need within me won out. I tossed the belt, throwing my head back as I kicked off my shoes.
While I undressed, she shifted on the bed, remaining on all fours while slowly tipping her head over her shoulder.
Watching.
Waiting.
Hungering.
And the look on her face could set a man’s soul on fire. Especially in seeing the two tears streaming down her rosy cheeks.
When she changed directions, crawling to the edge of the bed, my thoughts drifted into an even more insatiable desire to have her smeared ruby lips wrapped around my cock. Seeing her this way was every man’s wet dream.
And she knew it too.
As soon as I was undressed, her exaggerated actions intensified.
With her chest rising and falling, her eyes trailed down the intricate tattoo leading from the raven on my chest, vines crawling down my abdomen muscles to the deep V connectingmy groin and my thigh. She even held her breath, following the trail from just above my cock to the way the vine twisted around my leg, where it was expertly crafted to appear three dimensional until the dead tip of the vine surrendered to the earth below.
Almost instantly, her eyes lifted to the piercing on my cock.
Her luscious lips dropped open, forming a perfect O. After taking several deep breaths, she not only lifted her gaze but also her head to stare into my eyes. “You’re pierced.”
With many women, when they issued the statement, they did so with disgust. Not with this woman. Her entire body was excited about the prospect of additional stimulation, which I prayed to God would happen.
To entice her even further, I flicked my finger across one of two sterling silver balls attached to the long bar. “Yes, I am.”
“Holy shit.”
Now that was the only invitation I needed.
With her eyelashes skimming across her upper cheeks, she swirled the tip of her tongue around the circumference of her lips. The guttural sound I made from being in utter discomfort was exactly what she’d wanted to hear, rewarding me by reaching out and raking a fingernail down the length of my dick. When she rolled it back up, she fingered the piercing, taking her time doing so. The act was far more intimate than anything we’d done thus far.
And the look on her face remained fascinated.
With her other hand, she decided to continue teasing me by crawling her fingers down my chest. Did she not understand thetime for playing games was finished? Maybe I needed to make my point.
I allowed her a full minute to stroke my cock, including rolling my balls between her fingers before grabbing a fistful of her hair. “Succhiatemi, dolceAmbrosia.”
She lifted her gaze, acting as if she’d continue being rebellious after my telling her to suck me. Goddamn if her hesitation wasn’t about to kill me. My frustration was showing in the additional beads of sweat that had found their way to my chin.
“Open your mouth, Emmeline. Don’t require me to tell you twice.” My voice was gruff, even full of irritation, but she simply licked her lips again.
“What happened to the rule that you couldn’t touch me?”
All I could do was laugh. “I think we’ve moved way past that, breaking every rule. Don’t you?”
“I don’t know,” she cooed. “Have we?”
Why was she doing this to me? Turnabout was fair play. I rubbed the tip across the seam of her mouth. Seconds later, she finally surrendered, stretching her mouth wide open.
At that moment, seeing her peering up at me with more than just mischief in her eyes yanked at my heartstrings. She was searching for everything she’d longed to have in her life.
And I wanted to give it to her. Every bit. I wanted to treat her the way she deserved to be treated, showing her that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. I longed to shower her with more than just roses, although I wouldn’t mind having the petals of hundreds of flowers for her lie on.
