“Yes, Jules?” I smile against her pussy. “Was there something you wanted to say to me?”
“I…” she trails off when I go back in, sucking hard once on her clit.
“You’re going to keep your legs spread and let me enjoy myself?”
“Fuck you,” she breathes. I grin up at her as she props herself on her elbows and gazes down at me, pure dazed lust on her face.
“Maybe one day. But not today.”
Then I dive in, pulling out every stop to make her feel good and forget about every other man who has ever existed.
I spread her with my hands, thumbs trailing up over her lips, tongue trailing close behind. She tastes like heaven, and the sounds she makes drive me wild.
When I spear her with my tongue, her body bucks against the intrusion and she murmurs my name, voice thick, fingers weaving into my hair.
She grinds against my face with reckless abandon. “Emmett, yes.”
“Quiet, doll,” I murmur against her tender flesh. “They’re filming just outside.” I move my mouth back up to her clit and slip two fingers inside to fill her up the way I know she needs.
Julia gasps, and I’m pretty sure it’s partially from the sensation and partially from the realization that we are sneaking around—flying dangerously close to the sun.
Her words transform into wordless moans, and I can feel from the tautness in her body that she’s trying desperately to keep quiet.
And I don’t make it easy for her. I work her hard. Fucking her with my fingers and feeling her go so warm and wet around me. Tasting her arousal as she makes a mess for me. Watching every twitch of her muscles. Storing away every needy sound she makes so that I can play this soundtrack in my head when I’m alone later and fucking my fist while thinking of her.
“You going to come for me, Jules?” I taunt while trailing my mouth over her inner thigh, adding a third finger and watching her stretch for me.
“Yes. Fuck. Please. Please don’t stop.” Her quiet voice brims with tension, and her skin hums beneath me as I slip a palm up the underside of her leg, spreading her wider before doubling my efforts.
She asked me not to stop. And who am I to deny her?
I don’t stop. I use my mouth to show her how badly I want her—how badly I need her. Sucking, licking, biting.
And when her legs shake, I still don’t let up. Her fingernails grip my scalp. I can tell how close to the edge she is.
And I shove her right over.
She cries out as her body bows off the bench, and my free hand shoots up to cover her mouth. I want to hear her make that noise over and over again.
I hold her there, still going, wanting to draw out her pleasure for as long as I can before I have to go back out there and pretend I have eyes for anyone other than the woman stretched out before me right now.
“Mm,” she murmurs before her body goes soft.
I watch her. Pink cheeks. Glassy eyes. Damp skin.
She looks thoroughly sated, and it makes me feel like a king. Making her feel good is a high I’ve never felt before.
She throws an arm over her face with a contented sigh and a disbelieving giggle. “I might owe you one for that.”
I pull my fingers from her, loving the sight of her slick, puffy, pink pussy before me. It makes me want to throw caution to the wind. Rip off my belt and impale her on my cock. Listen to her scream my name over and over again.
But I can’t. Not here. Not now.
“No, doll,” I drop a kiss on her thigh. “That was all for me.”
I’m not lying. I needed that. Needed her. To feel… us.
Suddenly, the reality of it all feels heavy. It feels real. It feels like the thing I’ve been avoiding.
