Chapter 4 #2
I take my time, lavishing attention on every ridge, every valley, every tiny variation in texture. I graze her with my teeth, and she shivers, her breath hitching. My lips cling to her skin before I release her to shift to her other breast, giving it the same careful, thorough attention.
All through the party, I dreamed of this moment, of her softness, the sweetness of her kiss, the soft noises that escape her as I worship her body with mine.
She lets out a little hitch of breath that goes straight to my cock. I keep going, my mouth moving lower, across the flat plane of her stomach, and I pause to place an open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive spot right below her navel.
Her hands find my shoulders, steadying herself as her head falls back. “Please.”
I raise my head. “Please, what?”
“You know what.”
I do, but I want her to say it. “Tell me.”
She swallows, her throat working. “I want your mouth on me. Now.”
Heat flashes through me, and my cock jumps in response. “Since you asked so nicely.”
I push to my feet, catching her around the waist and turning us both toward the bed. Her back hits the mattress with a soft thump, and I follow, covering her body with mine for one long, perfect moment before trailing lower.
Her skin warms beneath my hands as I push her jeans down her thighs, taking her underwear with them. She helps, lifting her hips to help me along, until she lies naked under my gaze, strong and perfect and ready.
I begin at her ankle, placing a kiss on the thin skin there, the delicate bones shifting beneath my touch.
I move higher, tracing the curve of her calf with my tongue, and the muscle tightens.
I pause at the inside of her knee, lingering in that sensitive hollow, nipping at the soft flesh until she squirms beneath me.
My hands slide up her thighs, pushing them apart to accommodate my shoulders as I move higher still. The pulse in her femoral artery flutters, and I catch it in my mouth, her heartbeat thrumming beneath my lips.
I drift upward to the spot where thigh meets hip, that delicate crease where her scent is strongest. I linger there, inhaling deeply, my nose grazing the crisp curls at the juncture of her thighs.
By the time I settle between her legs, she’s trembling beneath me, her breath coming in short pants.
I lower my head, my breath a warm caress at her center, and take a moment to relish the way she’s already trembling, already waiting. Her swollen folds glisten with desire, her scent rising to meet me, salt and clean sweat and a warm sweetness underneath that I’ll never get enough of.
I open my mouth over her, tongue flat and unhurried on her hot folds, and she arches off the bed with a broken sound.
Her thighs tense on either side of my head, and I run my palms over the quivering muscles, soothing her to my touch as my tongue finds the bundle of nerves at the height of her sex. I circle it, learning her all over again, because she is always worth relearning.
Her hips lift, urging me closer, and I spread one hand over her stomach to hold her in place. I take her swollen clit into my mouth, sucking gently, then harder as her moans urge me on. I work the tender bud with my tongue, flicking and circling, giving her everything she’s asking for.
It’s not enough. I slide one hand up her inner thigh, tracing the outer lips of her sex while my mouth stays locked on her clit.
My hips rock into the mattress without meaning to, a slow grind I can’t quite stop, the friction almost nothing but enough to remind me how hard I am, how much I want her.
I circle her entrance with a feather-light touch, testing, teasing, and her hips lift to meet me.
“Inside,” she moans. “Please.”
I work a finger inside her, and she clenches around me. She’s so wet, so ready, her inner muscles gripping me tight. I add a second finger, crooking them to stroke the front wall of her channel.
Her back arches, a cry tearing from her throat. “There. Right there.”
I keep my mouth on her, tongue working in counterpoint to the movement of my fingers, my hips rocking into the mattress.
Her pleasure builds, her body tightening around me, her thighs starting to shake, and I grind harder without meaning to, chasing the friction.
I add a third finger, her slickness easing the way, and the little noise she lets out sends my hips rolling again, slow and helpless, my cock aching where it drags across the quilt as I work her open.
She’s close. Her breathing turns ragged, tension singing through every line of her body. Her hand fists in my hair, holding on as she approaches the edge.
I redouble my efforts, my tongue circling her clit while my fingers work inside her. Her hips lift, meeting each thrust, her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps.
“Jared,” she says, my name breaking on a moan. “I’m going to—”
I pull back right before she tips over the edge, leaving her gasping and shaking, her body still reaching for the release I’ve denied her.
Her eyes fly open, confused and frustrated. “What— Why did you stop?”
I kiss my way back up her body, stopping to brush a kiss over her racing heart. “Because, if you come now, I will, too, and I aim to be buried inside you when that happens.”
I grip Emily’s hips, angling her pelvis upward with firm hands as I position myself at her entrance. She’s so wet, her body opening for me as if she were made for this, for us.