Page 28 of Renascence
“Fuck,” he mumbles against my mouth. “You’re wet already. I want to taste you, Emily.”
My body goes rigid.
He pulls back, regarding me cautiously. “What?”
“I’ve never… that is, no one’s ever….”
“Don’t tell me that asshole never ate your pussy.”
“No.” I shake my head, uncomfortable not only with the conversation, but the reason why James wouldn’t… engage in that activity.
“Why the hell not?” Venom demands an answer.
“He said….” I avert my gaze but he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “He didn’t like the smell.” I rush the words out, trying to make it quick and painless.
Venom swears, grumbling about James being a worthless piece of shit. I won’t disagree there.
“Why the fuck were you with him so long?”
I shrug. I’ve asked myself that question so many times, but never found a satisfactory answer.
Venom falls to his knees before me, pressing his face between my thighs before I can stop him.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a panic.
He pushes my dress up, dragging his nose from the crotch of my panties to where they cover my mound. My knees tremble, embarrassment forgotten as more beautiful sensations travel through my body. My lids flutter closed, head falling back with a moan.
“That smell? It tells me you’re aroused. Even if I hadn’t touched you, it would’ve told me that if I ripped these fucking panties off, I’d find you wet. Forme. You smell like fucking Heaven, and I bet you taste even better.”
His fingers hook into the leg of my underwear, moving it aside.
“Venom, don’t.”
My plea is weak at best, my resolve slowly weakening when our gazes lock. Here is a man, kneeling at my feet, eyes begging me to allow him to perform an act my own husband wouldn’t. He promised me we wouldn’t do anything I’m not comfortable with, so he’s waiting for my permission. As self-conscious as I am, I desperately want him to do it.
I nod, my fear turning into something quite different when his tongue slides between my lips. My legs quiver, goose bumps popping up on my skin.
“Oh, God….”
I’ve definitely never experienced anything like this before, and not just the pleasure from his tongue. I feelwanted.
“Look at me, Emily.”
I didn’t even realize my eyes had closed again. They fly open, and I watch as Venom buries his lips in my sex. Our eyes meet, the look in his making it impossible for me to break our stare. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. For years I thought there was something wrong with me. Now, after a few minutes and even fewer words, this man makes me feel like the dessert section of an all-you-can-eat buffet. It’s in his eyes, the way he’s staring up at me like there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be, like he can’t get enough of me… of my…taste.
“Venom….”
At the sound of his name, he growls, ripping my panties off and spreading my thighs to his liking.
“You’re going to come on my tongue, Emily. I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll forget every word that motherfucker ever said to you.” My body shudders, leaving no doubt in my mind that he could achieve that feat. “I’m going to make you come so many times, it will completely wipe him from your memory.”
“Please….”
I don’t know what I’m begging for. Maybe it’s for him to keep talking, or for him to lick me again. Maybe I need him to make good on his promise.
To make me forget.
“You want my tongue, Emily?” he asks, punctuating his words with a lick to my clit.
