“Now what?” I ask, my voice shaking.
“Now you sit.”
He makes it sound so simple. I’m just supposed to smoother him to death like there is not anything to be shy about. His hands glide over my hips, kneading my cheeks and urging me to lower.
“Sit, Aspen. Give. It. To. Me.” The way he looks up at me and the pointed break between each word snaps my self-doubt.
His mouth is on me the second I give in, his deep, satisfied groan rumbling through me. He’s frantic, and I think I finally understand why it’s called eating. There’s teeth and tongue and so much hunger as he devours me whole.
The urgency is on another level. I’m soaring, climbing higher and higher with each stroke of his tongue.
My moans come loud and fast, and only makes him more enthusiastic. I’m afraid he’s going to pass out. This is most definitely strenuous.
“Emmett,” I cry out, lifting my hips to check in.
His response comes with a slap on my ass, making me yelp in surprise. He yanks me back down, rubbing the stinging flesh as his tongue spears me—fucks me like that all while caressing my ass. Then his hand sinks between my cleft, stroking my back hole with his finger.
“Holy . . . Oh s-shit,” I sputter. “Yes.”
He takes that as the enthusiastic consent it is, letting his palm wander up the curves of my body, wrapping around my throat and jaw until it’s waiting, palm up, in front of my lips. I know exactly what he wants without him having to ask.
I spit, shocked at my complete lack of pause. Then my brain goes offline entirely when he rubs the saliva between my cheeks and starts pressing his finger, breaching the tight muscle just slightly.
Between that and the way his tongue works me, it’s dizzying.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please. More. I’m there.”
So,sothere.
I want it so bad. My skin buzzes. My head swims.
I chase and chase, bucking against his face as the pressure from his thumb increases, stretching me. I let my hands join the mix, one plucking my nipple, one circling my clit.
Stars burst and I come hard. It’s almost too much, and yet, I never want it to end, rocking on his face through every wave.
When I still, he helps me shift off him, and I crumble to the bed beside him.
Lying there, my heart pounding, I take stock of him. His face shines with the evidence of what we just did, his eyes are hooded, and the crooked smile that tips his lips is smug. I’m about to smack him for being so arrogant when I see his bandage barely hanging on to his burned shoulder.
“Oh, shit.” I roll, carefully rubbing down the edges of it. “Are you okay?”
He glares up at me. “Never been better.”
“Your shoulder.”
“What shoulder?”
“Not funny.”
“It’s fine. Didn’t even notice.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Did it seem like I was in pain from the way I ate your pussy just now?”
No, it did not.
But I wouldn’t put it past him to hide how he’s really feeling.
