His legs parted as I moved between them, my lips trailing down his chest, his stomach—dragging myself over him until the rigid length of him pressed against my skin. A pause, just where I knew he wanted it most.
Then—
One long lick up the base of him with the flat of my tongue.
His head fell back against the bed with a thud. "Jesus fucking Christ."
A wicked smile curved my lips before they wrapped around him, covering the tip in warmth.
His head snapped up, eyes flying wide. "Oh—"
I savored it. Watching him watch me as I pulled back. My tongue circled the thick head of him, swirling, playing. He tangled gentle fingers in my hair—a stark contrast to the tension coiled in his body.
His pupils dilated, mouth parting as my tongue flattened against the vein along the underside of him, dragging up in one tantalizing stroke.
"Yes," he groaned, chest heaving. "Just like that."
A feline grin spread across my lips as liquid pooled between my thighs. Our eyes locked—and I descended in earnest, taking him into my mouth inch by inch. Past the head, down his shaft, letting him hit the back of my throat before pulling up just as slowly.
A growl broke from him. "Emma."
My name was as much command as plea.
Focus sharpened. My focus dropped as I found my rhythm—one hand cupping his balls, squeezing gently, the other grasping the base of him. My mouth watered, coating him. Both hands moved in unison—tightening, relaxing, gliding.
"Emma." My name again, but this time it broke, hands flying to my scalp, pulling my hair from my face.
Fire lit in my veins. I pressed further, chasing the crack in his voice, the tremble of his hands, the pulse of him.
He grew more insistent, all semblance of control snapping in two—and I reveled in it. His fingers pulled at my hair, urging me deeper, faster. My tongue pressed firmly against the sensitive spot beneath the head.
His legs started to quake. Arms shaking as he gripped the sides of my head, fingers tangled tight. He lifted my head and slammed it back down. The back of my throat gave way, pushing past barriers, my answering groan vibrating against him.
But he needed more, the animal holding me still demanding surrender.
And I gave it freely.
"Swallow for me, love," he growled, his body locking tight.
I loosened, relaxed, fought the urge to choke as he spilled down my throat—thick and hot.
"Fuck!" The word tore out of him, powerful hands still using me, wringing out every last drop.
Slickness pooled between my legs—a throbbing ache that pulsed in time with each burst he let go.
The tension in his muscles eased thrust by thrust, lungs regaining function as he came down from his high.
The taste of him lingered on my tongue. Every ragged breath a small victory.
His hands softened, turning tender once again. A thumb brushed against my cheek, wiping away a tear his ferocity had drawn from me.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, lifting his head to peer down at me.
Our eyes met again, regret screaming in their depths.
Now that simply wouldn't do.
I licked a deliberate line up the underside of him, luxuriating in the twitches and tremors of too-sensitive skin.
