“Too fucking good,” he purred, a low rumble in his chest that made me melt under him. The vibration. The sound. It all made me shiver in a pool of lust.
First he kissed me breathless, and then he got to work on taking off everything that I was still wearing. Every single layer. Off the both of us.
Being naked with a male formed like him was a new experience. One that I was certain I wouldn’t do with anyone other than him. He made me feel beautiful, but I still had so many insecurities about my body.
The stretch marks, the rolls, the dimples in my flesh, the softness of my breasts. But I don’t even have a moment to think about it, because without waiting, he draped himself over me, sucking at my breasts as if they were ripe fruits that he couldn’t wait to taste.
His tongue is sweet and rough against the underside,alternating between too much and not enough. He spread my legs open with his knee, positioning himself right between them.
CHAPTER 35
Emma
Iexpected him to start sliding inside me in one smooth move. I was certain that I was wet enough, and the way he was gripping my waist gave away how eager he was for that to happen.
But for the longest time, he just seemed satisfied nibbling on and around my nipples. Even though I felt him hard and hot—his tip slippery—rubbing against the inside of my thigh whenever he moved.
His attentions led to me gasping and him groaning. A deep, rich sound rising from deep inside his chest.
“I... I thought you wanted to...” I trailed off as his eyes opened, flipping up to look at me with the darkest, dirtiest look I’d ever received.
“We will,” he rumbled. “But this is too good. I’m not rushing.” The words were so gravelly that I barely understood him.
“They’re not—” I cut off to take a sharp intake of breath as hewent back to what he was doing. “They’re not great.”
That was when I felt a soft bite, right on the hard point of my nipple. My spine shot up from the bed.
“They are. They’re fucking fantastic,” he groaned, rubbing his face against one and then the other, plumping them and burying his face between them.
I wanted to smile because of how much he was enjoying them. Especially since they weren’t that great in my eyes. But he’d had them in his mouth for the better part of ten minutes.
He seemed to realize what I was getting at anyway. “You’re so perfect, Emma,” he groaned. “I’ve always thought that. Since the first time that I met you.Especiallythe first time that I met you.”
He sucked on one while pinching the nipple of the other. He was enthusiastic about the way he loved them. Filthy, too.
“They’re so pretty,” he groaned, and a choked laugh bubbled out of me.
He moved upward, closing his teeth around my shoulder and collarbone. One at a time, taking his time before he nuzzled a spot on my shoulder, near my neck, that tingled for some reason.
“You’reso pretty,” he murmured.
It would have been sexy even if the head of his cock wasn’t brushing against my pussy. The scalding heat of him meeting the wetness, a complete mess waiting to happen.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged his huge shoulders into my body, even though I couldn’t move him if I tried. But he went with me anyway, letting me lead him down. I still can’t believe how this male reacts to me.
Especially not now, when most males would have lost their minds already and been completely out of control. I kissed him, and he groaned against my lips, his hands wrapping around my hips and rocking me against his thigh.
He parted his lips and spoke, his words slurred, when he was usually so calm and levelheaded. “I think I’m going to die if Idon’t taste you.”
It was probably some kind of sin for me to me so gleeful and proud that I was making this male quake for me, but I couldn’t stop myself. Vanity or Pride. I’d go to hell and still feel it. “You are tasting me,” I purred against his lips.
He shook his head. “Your pussy, Zemar. Let me taste your sweet pussy. Your scent is making meso fucking hungry for it.” The last words were said on a growl that sounded almost out of control. His fingers dug into the mattress on either side of my head as he said it too.
Swallowing hard, a little bit of trepidation slipping into my previously calm thoughts, I gave a slow nod. That was all the permission he needed.
Before I knew it, his shoulders were spreading my legs for his head and he had his tongue buried inside of my dripping pussy. I cried out, gripping his hair to try to hold onto a semblance of sanity as he used that tongue to fuck me.
He was completely lost to it. So thorough, so noisy, in his utter, amazed, enjoyment of going down on me. Of my body.
