Page 144 of Pretty Obsessed

My breath hitched.

He laid bare, not even under the covers, one knee tucked to the side, thighs spread, giving me a perfect view of his tight pink ring and balls, and the head of his cock.

I took myself in hand, stroking as I crossed the room. I didn't hesitate, crawling up behind him to lay between his thighs. I'd never rimmed him, but I'd thought about it a lot. Sliding my hands up the back of his thighs until they cupped his full cheeks, I lowered my face between them. Tongue finding his opening.

No clue what I was doing, I flattened my tongue and dragged it over him. He pressed against me and groaned. The reaction gave me confidence, and I pushed my tongue into him, and then flicked it over the sensitive skin. In and out, swirling around him.

"Fuck!" Emory jumped, pulling away at first, back-arching, half turning. Fear flashed in his dark eyes.

Quickly his expression morphed, changing into one laced with hunger and lust.

I locked my arms around his thighs not letting him get away from me. "It's me, dearest."

"Holy fuck." He collapsed back to the bed pressing his face into the sheets. "I didn't mean to fall asleep."

I kept up what I'd been doing. "You’re so beautiful laying there I couldn't help myself. I had to taste you."

He pushed into my tongue moaning louder. "You own me, don't you? It's your right."

"That's the hottest thing you've ever said to me." I forced my tongue inside him again.

"Best wake up of my life, and my heart is hammering." He gasped, and arched like a cat, grinding into my face.

"Keep that up."

“Fuck. If you keep that up, I’m going to come before we even start.”

“Maybe I want you to. Then I’ll stay inside you until you’re ready for a second round.” If I could hold out. We both seemed starved for this.

“How are you so good at that?” His words were laced with sleep and lust.

"You sound so good." I turned my head, biting one cheek and then the other. "And I could do that all day, but not tonight. Tonight I'm spending inside of you." I grabbed the bottle of lube I'd had waiting to slick my fingers as I raised back to my knees. I coated myself and him, pushing three fingers inside him without warning.

He cried out, turning his face into the mattress. "It's been so long."

"You've had my dildo inside of you." I relentlessly shoved my fingers in and out of him, and he met each thrust wanton and needy.

"It's not the same."

"Do you want my cock?" I rubbed the tip against him.

"Badly. Please don't make me wait any longer, River. I've waited so long already."

We both had. I withdrew my fingers and took him in one stroke. No begging required. No easing in. Fully sheathed to the hilt as I collapsed forward on top of him.

Pushing his knees further apart with mine, all of me draped over all of him, I rocked in slow strokes, taking full contact and enjoyment.

I put my lips next to his ear. "How much have you missed this?"

"You have no idea." He reached around and grabbed my butt, forcing my grind to stay inside him.

He bit down on his arm, working his hips with mine. Nothing closer or more filling. Joined with our elation meeting as I licked moans from his lips, given in warm gasps and grunts.

"Roll over."

"Taking charge now?" I asked, but slipped from him to do as he asked.

He sat up, taking me in. "I thought about this a lot while playing with the dildo."

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