Page 57 of The Matchmaker Meets her Duke
"Emmett," she sighed, and his mouth claimed hers at the same moment that his finger slipped inside her. His wicked tongue explored in her mouth, and Pandora cried his name. His fingers spread her folds down there, sinking into ready wetness until her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her legs shook as if she were possessed. She dug her nails into the hard planes of his shoulders, writhing in his embrace, lost in the heady thrill of pleasure.
She did not know when her feet had left the ground or when it was Emmett whose knees were planted on the ground. But it had happened while she was lost to the throes of breathless, maddening pleasure. And now he was lifting her legs, spreading her wide, while his mouth climbed up her skin, from the curve of her knees to the warm flesh of her thighs. His tongue tantalized and teased, working her open, driving her wild.
Pandora's back arced of its own volition, jolting out of the bed. It was too much for her. She felt as if a volcano had roared alive in her belly, between her legs. Emmett's strong hand steadied her in place. She gasped and writhed, pulling hard at his hair. She grasped for the headboard and the pillows, anything that would save her from this mercilessness that her husband perpetrated against her, from the way that he was driving her mad, wild, and senseless. From the delirious sensation of his mouth trailing up her legs.
A fire burned her from the inside out. Her breasts swelled, her nipples puckered in desperate, writhing need. Still, she arced into him, begging for anything, begging for everything.
Emmett whispered the most precious words as he kissed up her legs. His lips were on her calf as he told her that she was the most beautiful woman the world would ever know. The slow, sensual lick of his tongue along the expanse of her smooth, creamy legs as he told her there was no one he would rather be with. The small kiss on her knee, planted like a delicate flower, perfectly and precisely, as he told her he couldn't wait to taste her. Pandora's body was here, but her writhing, desperate mind filled with pleasure was buried up in the skies. Yet she could vaguely make out his words, and she listened to them, and she believed them.
But all of her senses came crashing down when his mouth, after trailing along her upper thighs, arrived at the wet center that was aching, throbbing with need. But surely he didn't mean to… he couldn't possibly be–
"Emmett!" she yelped in shock, her eyes flared and widened as she jolted out of his embrace. "Emmett. What are you doing?"
He gathered her toward him, hooking his hands behind her knees. "I implore that you wait to see," he said.
He started to lower his head into her legs yet again, but Pandora stopped him, her cheeks flooded with heat. She sputtered her words. "You can't… surely you don't mean to–"
"I do," he said, his voice drawing with amusement. The audacity! She was confused, speechless, and flush with embarrassment, and he wasenjoying it."I mean to, Pandora. And I want to. And I'mgoingto."
"Emmett, wait. Please." She put a stopping hand on his arm, which pried her legs open still. "I've… I've never done that before."
"Oh, I know." A glint in his eyes as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. She looked away, wondering if he could tell that her center had further pooled with heat as she watched the mere gesture.
"Pandora, I want to taste you," he croaked, the words like hot fire running down her back. "Now, allow me to, will you be so kind?"
She shut her eyes and took in a sharp breath as he moved her legs wide open. It was different this time, knowing what he was about to know, knowing where exactly he was headed. Electrical sensations zipped through her body as the tip of his wet tongue rolled up her legs. When his mouth met her center he stopped, and Pandora felt all the breath leave her lungs and leave the entire room.
"Emmett." She clutched his hand, a helpless cry lifting out of her mouth as he blew cold air on her throbbing, aching nub. Then his tongue circled her drenched nub, slowly and precisely, and Pandora was certain that the maids downstairs would come running up to her rescue at the ungodly cries that rose from her throat.
He sank a slow, powerful finger into her, working in and out, stroking her while his tongue gently licked. That, combined with her nipples engorged wildly, tightened painfully from all the sensations that whirled through her body like a storm, made Pandora dig her nails into her husband's back, grab a fistful of his lush curls.
She shut her eyes and writhed."Yes, no, please,"she cried. She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to never stop. She felt her toes curl, felt the first shock of explosion as it began as a rolling ball behind her legs, flying through her belly, settling in her throat, and finally, bursting out of her mouth in violently wild, surprising jerks. Pandora surrendered to the ripples, her body awash in overlapping waves of pleasure. Emmett did not stop. He hooked his elbows tighter behind her knees, steadying her through the wicked waves while his finger continued to work in and out of her, his tongue lapping until another scream tore out from her throat.
Emmett splayed his body over hers, a small smile tinkering on the corner of his lips, and dropped an open-mouthed kiss on her lips. Pandora kissed him back as if he were a meal and she had been starved, tasting herself on his tongue, flicking her tongue against his until she couldn't bear to anymore. "Emmett," she cried into his ears. She wanted something more, something only he could give. And she wanted it now.
"Yes."
"Please,"she begged. One word, but he understood the need, perhaps even better than she did. He shrugged out of his shirt and Pandora admired the fine mat of dark curls on his chest, glistening with sweat, dampness, and dangerous male heat.
They peeled themselves off their clothing, stealing kisses between the unknotting of her corset and the unbelting of his trousers, stroking and grasping and fumbling for warm and creamy body parts. He cupped her breasts in his hands. He flicked his thumb over her hardened peaks, taking them into his wet mouth one after the other while she clasped her hands over his head and begged that he didn't stop. He did stop. He stopped to lovingly arrange her on the bed. He stopped to push her knees up, and wedge himself in the junction of her thighs.
Pandora gasped at the sight of him, all hard skin and smooth ridges. Moisture beaded and dripped between her legs, and he caught a drop with his finger. She cried as she watched him suck it into his mouth, but nothing prepared her for his erection as he slid across the damp curls between her legs. He briefly paused at her pearly gates, then pushed wide in.
Pandora shut her eyes as a bolt of fire seared through her body. She knew pain then, aching, stretching, tearing, gasping at the invading thickness that slowly and yet suddenly filled her.
Pandora clung tightly to him, her hands pressed against the warm and sweating hard planes of his back. She was unprepared for the painful pleasure, wincing and whimpering at first. Then he slid himself out of her and eased back in slowly, and Pandora gasped her delight, her eyes turned up in pleasant surprise. Her muscles gripped him tighter. She was stretched, filled with his manhood. She sheathed him, marveling at the perfect mesh of their flesh. She could hardly believe that he had fit into her. She moaned and wriggled, beginning to enjoy it.
Beads of sweat from his forehead dripped into her gasping mouth. Their gazes met, their eyes locked on each other's, but Pandora's words had been stolen from her as well as her breath. And when he groaned,"Heavens, Pandora,"she understood him, that open breathless wonder on his face, but she could find no words to relay all that she felt too. She was choked for words. She was taut, strung wild and tight with unspeakable bliss. She would come apart. One more breath and she feared she could come apart.
She splayed her hands flat on his back, grasping for something, for anything. She sucked in sharp breaths, crying as he worked a steady rhythm, teasing her tight folds open, rotating his hips in slow circles as he filled her.
She felt the first lick of that rippling sensation, and all the muscles in her body seemed to clench into one. "Pandora, no, oh sweet darling," Emmett cooed, the tendons on his neck standing out against his gleaming skin. He was holding back, Pandora knew, straining to contain himself, to make the thrill of this first time last as long as possible for her.
Pandora felt a pinch of pride as she took in the sight of this man coming undone before her. She was doing this to him. The beads of sweat that dripped down his forehead, the determined yet strained look on his face as his hips rolled into her with need.Shewas responsible for the wild look in his eyes.
With each thrust, the headboard slammed the wall. The bedside lamps rattled. He thrust deeper, harder, faster, and Pandora's body arced and sizzled. She watched him shut his eyes, paralyzed as he neared the peak of pleasure. He rammed himself into her, his body hard and primal against her, as he groaned her name. Pandora felt a hot rush between her legs as he rocked her with final devastating thrusts. His strokes were slow, sure, possessive. Fueled to new heights, their merged bodies shuddered, peaking and colliding. Their bodies fused in one shared hot, sticky release.
Emmett fell back, collapsing into the tangle of her luscious limbs. She leaned into him with pleasure-glazed eyes and struggled to catch her breath. For a moment there was nothing but sure, absolute silence, save for the sounds of their ragged breathing, the undulating rise and fall of their chests as they recovered all the air in their lungs.
