Page 68 of That One Night
He grinned and tugged at her shorts, sliding them down her hips. “Take off your top,” he murmured. “I want to see all of you.”
She did as he asked, not bothering to unbutton it, just pulling it over her head. And then she was bare for him. Her body was pale compared to his. His gaze narrowed as he took her in, from the curve of her neck to the swell of her breasts. Her nipples were pink and hard as he leaned in to kiss one of them, teasing and flicking it with his tongue, before pulling it between his teeth.
It only took a few moments until she could feel her body start to heat up. He moved his hands between her legs, finding her most sensitive spot again, kissing her breasts as he teased her clit.
She was on edge. Her breath was short, her skin glowing. He kissed her lips softly again, then moved down, until his hands were on her thighs, pulling them apart so he could stare at her.
“I want to fuck you with my tongue.”
Oh, she wasn’t expecting that. Wasn’t expecting how hot it was to hear him say it, either. She found herself blushing in a way that made him smile.
“You want that?” he asked her.
She nodded, her lips parting to let out a long breath.
“Say it,” he told her. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your mouth on me,” she told him, knowing he needed to hear this. That he needed her to say it. “I want you to fuck me with your tongue.”
A smile pulled at his lips as he parted her legs. “You’re glistening for me.” He looked hungry as he stared at her. And she liked that a little too much.
He pressed his face between her thighs. She could hear the sharp intake of his breath, like he was smelling her. Oh god, that’s exactly what he was doing. Then he moved closer still, his tongue flickering against her clit, as he slid a finger along her, before pushing it inside.
“You’re so tight,” he whispered as he managed to push a second inside of her. She gasped at the intensity of it, her thighs tightening around his face as he buried himself in deeper.
“Oh God,” she whispered. She wasn’t sure how much of this she could take.
“He won’t help you,” he murmured, sucking her between his lips, alternating between hard and soft, curling his fingers inside of her until she started to flutter around him.
She pushed her fingers into his hair, her nails scraping his scalp as he found the sweet spot inside of her, the delicious shock causing her hips to lift off the bed.
“God, I love this,” he muttered. She opened her mouth to reply, but she couldn’t. Her breath caught as he started fucking her with his fingers, his mouth plundering her until every cell in her body felt like she was about to explode.
He was playing her like she was his favorite instrument. Finding the notes and making them vibrate. Then, just as she was reaching the crescendo he pulled his fingers out, making her cry out in desperation, before replacing them with his tongue.
“Hendrix!” Nobody had ever made her feel like this. Like she needed to be consumed. Like she was his last meal and he was determined to savor it.
He let out a soft groan, then flickered thetip of his tongue inside of her, pressing his thumb against her clit. He circled it until he could feel every part of her tightening. There was a pause, like the silence before the storm, then her back arched and she let out a scream.
The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, coming in waves as he licked the sweetness from her, holding her tight as she convulsed around him.
As she started to breathe again, her hold on him loosened, like she didn’t have the energy to control her muscles anymore. He clambered on top of her, claiming her mouth, kissing her through the end of her orgasm.
“Okay?” he murmured as she finally started to focus on him.
“More than okay,” she murmured.
He moved up, stroking her face, kissing her softly. “Good. Because I plan on doing that again very soon.”
They spent the next hour kissing and touching each other. He’d made her come twice more – once with his mouth and once with his fingers, and now she was lying on top of him, kissing him like she’d never get enough.
He loved the way she’d come alive in his arms. Like she’d been half asleep for the last few years, waiting for him to come along and wake her up.
He also let her lead the way. She liked it when he ate her, that much was obvious. She liked his fingers, too. But he’d beencareful not to push her. He didn’t want her to do anything she wasn’t ready for.
Maybe that’s why her circling her hand around his dick took him by surprise.
He let out a groan at the softness of her palm. “Emery, you don’t have to…”
