Page 84 of Resisting the Temptation
If Emma wanted me to kiss her, she would tell me. Right?
I shake my head to get myself to focus on the scene instead of my twitterpated feelings for the sunshine girl waiting for me.
I bundle my clothes together and walk out, my half hard cock twitching when I see Emma sitting with her legs spread on the edge of the bed. She’s so short her feet dangle almost comically over the edge, not even close to the floor. I toss my clothes in my bag and kneel on the floor in front of her.
Right now, even though I’m technically the dominant one, she’s my goddess, and I’m ready to worship her.
“Time for dessert,” I murmur right before I lick languidly between her pussy lips. She’s not dripping wet, but she’s wet enough that I groan when her flavor hits my tongue.
I know I had her less than seventy-two hours ago, but it’s been too long. How have I been going a whole week without having my mouth on her pussy?
I pull back just long enough to tell her, “I want you to come fast so I can show you why I wanted the balcony. Come when you want,Dulzura.I need you dripping and ready to take my cock.”
Then, not wanting to waste any time, I suck her clit into my mouth. Emma falls back and arches into me, and I see her fists clench the sheets out of the corner of my eye. She moans as I alternate between sucking her clit, thrusting my tongue into her, and nibbling her pussy lips.
I know her better than every MEP Plan and Shop Drawing I’m in charge of, so I slide two fingers into her wet heat and find the sensitive spot inside her, hooking them up over and over while flicking my tongue on her clit.
“Oh,fuck,” Emma squeals, and I feel her pussy clamp down on me. I pick up the pace, and in less than a minute she moans loudly as she comes.
I pull back, peppering her with praise as she slowly comes down from her high. Then I stand up and look at her.
Some of her hair has come out of her braid and is framing her face, and her body is flushed.
She looks absolutely stunning.
“Do you want to taste yourself,Dulzura?” I purr, running my fingers through her wetness.
“Yes, Sir. Please,” she rasps.
I go to put my fingers in her mouth, and she shakes her head. “I want… I want your mouth.”
I freeze.Surely she doesn’t mean…
“Kiss me, Sir.Please,” she begs, sitting up onto her elbows and pursing her lips.
God, I want to. So badly. But not like this.
I shake my head. “Our first kiss isn’t going to be in the middle of a scene, honey. I need to know it’s not just the orgasm talking.”
Emma pushes her bottom lip out into a pout, her blue eyes glassy and full of desire—and maybe a little bit of hurt at my rejection.
I want to give in, but I can’t. I can’t in good conscience do it without a serious conversation, even if every part of me is screaming to crash my lips against hers. Claim her in a way no one has in four years.
“Don’t pout at me,Dulzura.I’m barely holding on here,” I grit out.
Emma sighs but nods, flopping back down onto the bed. I lean over her and cup her face with my hand.
“Hey, it’s not because I don’t want to. It’s all I’ve wanted to do since the moment I saw you across the room at the club. But I can’t—I can’t go past your limits without a conversation.”
“Okay,” she whispers, giving me a sad smile.
“Tell me your color, Emma. If you want to call ‘red’ and go to sleep, we can. Do whatever feels right for you.”
“Green, Sir. I want to know about the balcony.”
I grin, grabbing her wrists gently to help her stand. “Then come here, honey. Let me show you why I chose this room.”
Chapter 41
