Page 52 of Pervade London
He suckled my clit with that dangerous mouth of his, keeping me poised on the precipice.
I may hate the man, but damn he’s good at this.
The enthused noises he made down there as he lapped away sounded taboo. I suddenly felt embarrassed by our reckless tryst. I focused on the ceiling’s ornate plaster, the design a beautiful thing.
My back arched violently.This pleasure is a beautiful thing.
A sigh escaped my lips, and then I flinched as negative thoughts of self-loathing consumed me. There was no talent in my hands. I didn’t deserve to have my dream realized.
My body went rigid.
James stood up straight. “Well, there’s your problem, right there.”
I looked at him, feeling dazed. “What is?”
“You’re not letting go. Not surrendering. Not allowing the moment to steal you away so your soul can sing.”
“What are you talking about?”
“We’re going to try this again, Emily. Only you’re going to give yourself to me completely. Let me own you, and in the depths of your soul believe it. Offer your pussy to me like it’s all you have.”
“It is. I failed.”
“Your dream is a heartbeat away. You’re going to step back on that stage and give yourself over to your instrument and forget yourself.Youare inconsequential.”
This audition process didn’t allow for second chances. There were too many applicants. Still, my clit throbbed wantonly for more of his artful mouth, and he must have read my lustful expression.
“Ready?”
I nodded.
“Thighs wider, please.”
I obeyed.
“Let go, Emily.” He leaned low between my thighs again and passionately savaged my pussy with pouty lips and an exploring, feverish tongue. The deep affection of his mouth made me believe he might even know a thing or two about love.
It wasn’t easy to believe—with my thighs spread open we’d had an artful conversation with me exposed erotically like a dancer from the Moulin Rouge.
I’d consented to this act even after he’d destroyed my life.
Yet I didn’t want him to stop.
He raised his head. “Let the pain devour you, the agony of loss consume you until it’s all you are.” He slid two fingers inside me. “Play like this.”
I flinched when he spread his fingers and the pressure inside me grew, bringing a rush of pleasure. He was doing something remarkable with his touch and I stilled for a moment, overcome by bliss and wonder. I inhaled sharply when his other hand went for my swollen nub, strumming it as he finger-fucked me in brilliant unison.
My jaw clenched as the tension built between my soaking wet thighs.
I wanted to tell him I hated him…but blinding pleasure stole my words.
“Play as though you are no longer confined.”
The air left my lungs as his fingers continue to pump inside me and I felt his mouth crash down on my sensitive clit again, his tongue swirling and flicking, possessing me with a skill that made me shudder violently.
I felt too lightheaded to fight.
The notes found me…
