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Straight, throbbing, the tip glistening with fluid. Like nothing she’d ever seen before.
“It’s so big. How does it fit?” Because fit it did, according to what she’d been told, into her.
He gave a strangled laugh. “You say all the right things, Gina.”
His staff was thrust up, eager almost, and so it was without thinking that she slid her hands down. She remembered herself just in time.
“Can I touch you there?”
“My cock? I will be disappointed beyond measure if you do not.” The words were insouciant, but his breathing was rough.
“Your cock,” she tried out the word and liked it.
“I told you I was yours. You can do with me as you wish.”
That sent her gaze snapping up to his. That hadn’t been what he’d said. He’d saidhis bodywas hers.I am yourshad a totally different meaning. The question bubbled up in her and she swallowed it down.
There wasn’t an explanation in his eyes, just focus on her, watching.
She brushed tentative fingers across his length and he made a quiet grunt. He was silk-covered hot stone. She dared more on the second touch, a caress.
“Gina, you’re going to kill me.”
“More?”
“Yes. More. Much more than you think. Remember how you chased that feeling? How vigorously I licked you?”
No, she hadn’t remembered until he said as much. He’d started slow and gentle, and by the time he’d been doing more she’d lost her mind, wrapped up in sensation so totally that she hadn’t thought about what he was doing, or who she was, or anything but the sensations he’d elicited. The pleasure between her legs and the ache in her chest and the vague feeling she wanted more.
But he’d used his mouth on her to devastating effect. She was willing to bet she could do the same to him.
His eyes went wide as she lowered her head to him.
“Gina,” he choked out.
She feathered her lips up his length.
“It’s most sensitive at the head,” he panted. “And the seam around the head. That’s where it feels best.”
It took half a second to have the thought, half a second to assess whether it would fit, half a second to decide it would, and a whole second to wrap her lips over the top of his cock and take that sensitive tip into her mouth.
The strangled cry that came from Emmett told her she’d done the right thing. Experimentally, she moved her head and sucked on him.
“Yes,” he breathed. His hand found her arm, gripping her in wordless appeal. He was enjoying this, and so was she.
It was all instinct and Emmett’s soft words of encouragement and suggestion after that.
“Use your hands too”, and a beg of, “faster please”. Then, “Gina, you’re making me crazy. You feel so good.” And, “Oh, please.”
This was the best thing in the world: him at her mercy, her teeth right by his most vulnerable part, his trust in her complete. And all his pleasure and pain at her whim.
His pleasure was everything she wanted.
She didn’t pause to wonder why the feel of his cock stretching out her lips or hitting the top of her mouth felt so right. Every sensibility and refined accomplishment was on a bonfire of desire and need. Emmett was the center of her world, the axis around which she spun, a sun to her planet.
He warned her he was going to spend if she didn’t stop, and she didn’t want to. She wanted to feel him in her mouth, and didn’t care if ladies didn’t do this sort of thing.
When he jerked and lost himself from her ministrations, the sound he made zig-zagged down her back. It ought to have been debasing, or humiliating or some such thing, but all it felt was good. It felt like power to reduce him to a quivering, moaning wreck from her mouth and hands on him.
