Page 50 of Emma & Edmund

"Please, tell me."

A hot blush blazed over Emma's face, down her neck, and over her shoulders, fueling the pool of desire whirling wildly in her gut. Her mind was too far gone to even pretend to think of a valuable answer, let alone bring a voice to it.

Luckily, Edmund seemed perfectly unbothered by her temporary muteness. Reverently laying her across the sofa as if she were the world's most precious jewel, a pleased hum played on his lips as he looked at her with the same worship in his eyes as he knelt before her.

This is happening,Emma thought,this is real. Just like in her dreams, she did nothing to stop it.

Engulfing her chin with his palm, Edmund brought his lips to hers, kissing her with a slowness that had Emma wondering if she misinterpreted. Perhaps Edmund had no intention of creating reality out of their dreams, content with simply a kiss.

She couldn't have been more incorrect.

Settling into his hold, Emma wound her arms around Edmund's neck, holding him in close and reveling in the simple feeling of hot skin against hers. His lips, his neck, his arms, they were all so familiar yet so exhilarating. A dream could do little to prepare one for such a moment, despite how thoroughly it tried.

A dream could tell you it feels like lightning through the veins when a hand covers a thigh. A dream cannot even begin to describe how it would raise every hair on her body, how the pooling in her gut would begin to leak.

It was uncomfortable and wonderful all at once, but again paled in comparison to when Edmund took handfuls of her trousers, still dressed in disguise as she was, tugging them down her hips without pause. A rip sounded as air hit her legs.

"Just a taste, dearest Emma."

Only her thin chemise kept him from her bare hips and couldn't have been more irritating. Emma almost wished it would just burn right off. She refused to remember its involvement was her fault.

She needn't test her patience for long. Wonderfully trapped in his iron grip, Edmund effortlessly manipulated her whole body, taking handfuls of her bottom to support her as she was pulled halfway off the cushion, legs coming to dangle over his shoulder.

Both of her hands were needed to hold back a scandalized gasp. His breath tickled the back of her knees, and she could have just died from embarrassed delight when he pressed a kiss into the flesh of her calf.

"Edmund?" Emma asked through her palms, unsure of what she was asking for. He lifted his eyes again to hers, and Emma felt a new surge through her inner lake of desire.

Rather than the softness, the kindness that she had come to know, the black pools were heavy with hunger. Somewhere past desire, past longing, into a world she had no words for. But Heaven damn her, shelovedhaving that look trained on her.

That wonderful feeling didn't stop as he boldly separated her knees, throwing one over his other shoulder, keeping her legs apart, allowing his face to cradle between them.

Just as a starving man to a buffet, Edmund feasted.

Emma's neck snapped back, spine arching dramatically when Edmund first brought his mouth to her pulsing center, dragging an experimental tongue across the length of her. The whimper that came from her throat was far from proper but paled in comparison to the wonton way her legs opened even wider to accommodate Edmund's body.

Her nails raked through his hair, latching onto the silky onyx locks as a torrent of involuntary sounds fell from her lips.

Against her sex Edmund hummed in approval, the vibration sounding through her thighs and lower lips sent her to entirely new heights. Those were only again topped when he slipped that wonderful tongue between her lower folds, playing at the pulsing hole hidden within before continuing upward.

When the tip of his tongue flicked over a hardened nub that her dreams didnotprepare her for, Emma clamped her thighs around Edmund's head, trapping him in place with her ecstasy-induced strength.

"Heaven help me!" She gasped, grinding against his stiff tusks, chasing the insane thrill he rained down on her. Since the discovery of the spot, and her reaction to it, Edmund mercilessly targeted it. Lapping, nipping, sucking -oh God, thesucking- so deliciously one would think he was as enraptured in pleasure as she.

Pushing both hands into the plump cushion, he consumed her even more. Her hips, resting now against his chest, were held high in the air, her back nearly bent in half. All of it combined in the now almost impossibly tight coil in her gut, begging to be released.

She whimpered when Edmund changed his course, slipping his tongue back down the short distance and, after a single testing prod, plunged the wicked appendage in her as far as he could.

A scream ripped from Emma's throat, the beauty of completion washing over her.

Despite the nearly violent quivering raking up and down her legs. Edmund held her steady with a hand propping her ass up as he explored every inch that his tongue could reach, drinking from her like the well of youth.

The massive but forgiving muscle massaged her from within, searching for something. Emma gleefully rode along a new wave of wonder, the coil within her tightening once more.

Slipping the very tip of his tongue against an inner bundle of nerves had her exploding all over again. While the dreams certainly had been educational, they were nothing compared to the highest cloud she was now soaring on.

Her limbs felt like melted butter, her mind nothing but mush, and she could do little but whimper when Edmund bundled her in his arms, lifting her as if she were nothing but a feather. And a feather she felt, flying on the wings of her release.

She hardly had a thought as he carried her to the bed, not bothering to shut the door behind him, nor her descent to the mattress. The only thing that did matter was the warm body that folded around her. The arm that cradled her head wrapped her in a deeper sense of security than she ever remembered feeling before.

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