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“No, of course I don’t want to back out.”
Relief filled his eyes but quickly vanished, replaced with the hot, hungry look he’d been wearing ever since I took off my clothes. “Good.”
He ran a hand up one inner thigh and then the other. His hands were warm and rough and felt delicious against my skin.
West pushed against my inner thighs, opening me wide, and his gaze latched on to my pussy. “Spread your pretty cunt for me and keep your fingers there.” His gaze met mine again. “I want you to feel my tongue against your pussy, against your fingers, to remind of how you’re helping me to eat you senseless.”
My heart pounded at his words. Before I could stop myself, I blurted, “Do you teach classes on dirty talk?”
West chuckled, and the sound was just as delicious as the feel of his rough fingers against me. “Do you want me to answer that or to finally suckle your clit between my teeth?”
Oh god. I could just imagine what that felt like. “The second.”
He chuckled again but settled on the bed, head between my legs, and he looked at me with an expectant expression.
I slowly ran my hands down my front, taking a moment to caress my breasts and roll my nipples, and West growled. “Fuck yes, Emilia.”
His words emboldened me, and I spent more time pinching and plucking the taut peaks, moaning and spreading my legs wider.
“Enough for now. Open that sweet pussy for me, Emilia. I’m starving.”
I moved my hands between my legs and did as he asked. For a second, I felt incredibly exposed. But West growled, “Mine,” and finally laved his tongue up my center and then against my clit.
My hips arched off the bed at the warm, wet touch. And soon I was writhing and arching into his licks and swirls and suckles. Every once in a while, he’d run his tongue down my center, lightly fuck me with it, and then return to sweetly torturing my clit.
He was relentless, and it felt a little dirtier whenever he licked my fingers, reminding me that I spread myself for him.
Then he finally thrust a finger inside me, and I cried out. It felt good, but not enough, not nearly enough. “West.”
“So hot and tight and damn perfect. I can’t wait to be inside you. But first, you’re going to come for me, Emilia. And scream my name as you do. Understand?”
My pussy throbbed, and my clit pulsed, and I was almost desperate as I replied, “Yes.”
“Yes what?’
“Yes, I’ll cry out your name.”
With a growl, he sucked my clit between his teeth and lightly nibbled. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent me over the edge. The orgasm crashed over me, the spasms so intense I screamed and cried out West’s name. I also cursed him as he continued to torture me, drawing it out.
When he finally relented, I melted against the bed. It took everything I had to keep my hands in place, but I wasn’t about to ruin all the hard work I’d done following his command.
West took one of my hands, brought it to his lips, and kissed the palm. He repeated the gesture with the other before leaning down and murmuring, “Good girl,” and claiming my mouth.
This time it was slow, gentle, and I could taste myself on his lips. And yet, it only made me ache all over again, wanting more, so much more.
He pinned my hands to either side of my head and finally broke the kiss. His eyes burned into mine. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you the first time. Tell me your fantasy.”
I searched his gaze. “How are you real?”
He nipped my bottom lip. “Tell me, Emilia. Because I’m so fucking hard and feel as if I’ll die if I’m not inside you soon.”
Maybe some women would lie and think slow and gentle and missionary was the only choice, to avoid being seen as demanding or bold. And yet, West would probably be able to tell if I lied. So I blurted, “Bend me over the bed and fuck me hard, West. That’s what I want.”
He kissed me, his tongue devouring my mouth for nearly a minute before he pulled away and got off the bed. I nearly cried out at the loss of his touch but resisted, his eyes telling me he wouldn’t abandon me.
After picking up the condom packet and ripping it open, he took it out and rolled it over his cock. When done, he said, “Stand up and face away from me.”
I did so, although my legs wobbled when I stood. West steadied me, his hands on my hips, and he lightly brushed his thumbs over my skin. Back and forth, in a slow, maddening rhythm.
