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"You won't die from lust."
"Maybe not." I shudder with a sharp intake of breath. "But I might caith before you're done."
As my cock throbs against her belly, her confusion melts into understanding. "Do you mean ejac—"
"Yes," I hiss. If she speaks the word ejaculate, I will caith right this second.
"I can help with that."
She drops to her knees at my feet, her face positioned before my slat. As she regards my cock, the bead of moisture poised on its head seems to capture her attention, and she licks her lips. Then my wife leans in, opening her mouth.
I stop her with two fingers on her lips. "Don't. Please."
All I want is for her to take me into her mouth, but I'm not ready for that. Maybe I never will be. Coming here tonight, all but begging her to let me fuck her… That's the biggest loss of control I've ever experienced. While Emery gazes up my body at me, the look on her face suggests she realizes I've made all the concessions I can tonight.
She rises and lays her hands on my chest again.
I sweep her into my arms and settle her onto the mattress. Then I climb onto the bed, hovering over her with my knees on either side of her thighs. With her beautiful body stretched out beneath me, I ease one knee between her legs, urging her to part them. She complies without a second's hesitation, spreading her thighs for me as she raises both arms over her head with her hands just above the pillow. I skate my palms up her belly, molding my fingers around each breast while I push my thumbs under them, rubbing in slow and delicate circles.
Her body arches into my touch, the delicate curve of her spine lifting those breasts.
I sweep my thumbs up to toy with her taut nipples, and her neck arches this time, forcing her head deeper into the pillow. I'm breathing harder now, and my pulse pounds in my ears. Though I know it's ridiculous, I don't care because this feels too good to stop. I smother her nipple with my mouth, saturating her skin until it glistens. The areola pebbles and darkens to a dusky shade of pink.
The breath catches in her throat.
With my gaze glued to her, I slide my tongue around her stiff peak, coiling it round and round her flesh with deliberate slowness, needing to arouse her as deeply as she always arouses me. Emery clenches her hands around the rails of the headboard, her back arching even more, and a whisper of a moan escapes her lips. My need to devour her grows too intense to hold back anymore. I lick and suckle and rasp my tongue over her nipples while I flick my thumbs over the tips, again and again, my breaths almost as hectic as hers while she writhes beneath me. My erection grazes her belly when she bucks her hips.
Her eyelids flutter half-closed.
Then her lids spring open, wide and unblinking.
I can't think about why she looks that way, not when I've got her on the verge of orgasm, so I keep tormenting her flesh until that stunned expression fades and her eyes gradually slide almost closed.
Then they pop open again. She grips the headboard tighter and lets out a frustrated whimper.
I lift my head, stilling my thumbs. "What's wrong?"
"I—" Her eyes shimmer with nascent tears, and her lips tremble a touch. "I'm trying not to close my eyes, but I don't think I can stop it. I'm sorry, I know I promised, I'm sorry."
Christ, what a bastard I am. Bracing my body with one arm, I lay a hand on her cheek. "I'm the one who should apologize. Please forgive me, m'eudail. I never meant to cause you pain."
She takes a few breaths, seeming to calm her anxiety. "It's okay. You didn't do it on purpose."
I smooth my hand over her hair. "Forget what I said. Close your eyes if you need to."
"Are you sure?"
"Aye. That rule is rescinded."
She gazes at me with an expression I can't describe, something like wonder and sadness intertwined, but the look vanishes before I can even try to understand it, her playfulness returning. "Kiss me, Rory."
I stretch my lips into a closed-mouth smile, feeling a bit mischievous. "I will."
Then I kiss her nose and crawl backward down her body until my face hovers over her hips.
She raises her head. "You didn't kiss me."
"Ahm about to. Feel free to close yer eyes and scream mah name." With two fingers, I separate her folds and revel in the scent of her lust. "Mah lass loves pink. So do I, when it's the rosy color of yer succulent, slippery skin."
