Page 99 of Practice Makes Perfect
“Please,” she repeats, more desperately this time. “I need?—”
“What do you need, Em? Tell me.”
Her hand tightens in my hair. “I need to come. Please, Linc.”
The raw need in her voice sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. I return my mouth to her center, doubling my efforts, drinking in every gasp and moan she makes. And then I feel her body go taut, trembling on the edge.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her. “Let go for me.”
She does, with a cry that I’m sure the entire party can hear. Her body convulses around my fingers, and I work her through it, gentling my touches as the waves of her orgasm subside.
When she finally relaxes, I place one more soft kiss on her center and pull back to look at her. She’s a vision—eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
“Come here,” she says, her voice husky.
I move up her body, expecting to kiss her, but she surprises me by pushing against my chest. For a moment, I’m confused—until she manages to flip our positions, straddling me with newfound confidence.
“My turn,” she declares, eyes sparkling with mischief.
My cock throbs at the sight of her above me, still naked except for her bra, looking like some kind of avenging sex goddess. “What did you have in mind?”
She trails her fingers down my chest, stopping at the waistband of my jeans. “I think it’s time I show you a thing or two.”
“Is that right?” I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.
She nods, unclasping her bra and letting it fall away. “I’m going to make you beg,” she says, confidence radiating from her as she works on my jeans.
My pulse quickens at her words. This is a side of Em I haven’t seen before—bold, assertive, in control—and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. A second later, my cock is free, and my erection is bulging.
“I want to try something,” she says suddenly, a hint of nervousness creeping back into her voice.
“Anything,” I reply immediately, because right now I’d probably agree to rob a bank if she asked me to.
She bites her lip, as if reconsidering, then says, “I want to… I want us to… at the same time.”
It takes me a second to catch her meaning, and when I do, my brain nearly shorts out. “You want to sixty-nine?”
She nods, her confidence briefly faltering. “Is that okay?”
“That’s more than okay,” I assure her, my voice rough with desire.
With some maneuvering, we get into position—me on my back, her above me, facing the opposite direction. The view is spectacular: the curve of her ass, the glistening pink of her pussy, still sensitive from her orgasm. I place my hands on her hips, guiding her down to my mouth.
At the first touch of my tongue, she moans, the vibration traveling through her body to mine. Then, without warning, I feel the wet heat of her mouth envelop me, and it’s my turn to groan. She hums in response, the vibration almost unbearable against my sensitive skin.
I redouble my efforts, determined to match her stroke for stroke, lick for lick. It quickly becomes a game of sorts—each of us trying to make the other lose focus. When I suck on her clit, her rhythm falters. When she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, I momentarily forget what I’m doing.
I’m so caught up in the sensations—the taste of her on my tongue, the feel of her mouth around me—that it takes me a moment to realize we’ve found a rhythm, a perfect synchronization. It’s like we’re dancing together, each movement flowing into the next, building toward something monumental.
The connection between us has never felt stronger. It’s not just physical anymore—it’s something far deeper, far more profound. With every stroke of her tongue, every arch of her body, I feel us becoming more intertwined, more united, more one.
I can tell she’s getting close again. Her thighs tremble around my head, her movements becoming more erratic. I’m not far behind, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level.
“Em,” I manage to warn her, pulling away from her for a moment. “I’m close.”
She doesn’t stop, doesn’t pull away. Instead, she takes me deeper, one hand reaching down to caress my balls gently. The dual sensation pushes me right to the edge, and I struggle to maintain enough focus to keep pleasuring her. I want us to come together, want to share this moment completely.
I concentrate on her clit, alternating between gentle suction and firm strokes of my tongue, my fingers still working inside her. Her body tightens around me, and I know she’s right there with me.
