13. Taste #4
Everett released a long groan as he disappeared under her petticoats.
He drank the pool of her nectar, so sweet, salty and musky, before using his tongue to trace the delicate lines of her folds.
Emma gasped, then bucked her heat against his mouth.
Chuckling with delight, he did her bidding, tasting every inch of her folds, then licking lightly at her entrance.
Emma let out a muffled yelp, then whimpered, almost pleading for him to ease her ache.
He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, deepening his contact with her pussy, licking and sucking everywhere but her bud.
He let her suffer a little longer while he unfastened his falls and gripped his aching cock.
Then he showed her what he could do with his skilled muscle.
He sucked on her pearl first, then gently scraped his teeth against it, causing her to gasp.
Then he massaged it with a slow rhythm of his tongue, one hand gripping her thigh, the other stroking his steely cock, pulsing and jerking as more and more blood pooled in his shaft.
He knew she was close when Emma began to press her sex against his tongue, matching his rhythm, moving in a way that felt good for her.
He loved this about her. Expressive, direct, even in satisfying her hunger…
and how naturally she was in tune with him.
Her hunger was an aphrodisiac he could not resist. He could have buried his tongue inside her for eternity, but she rose higher and higher, thrusting her pussy against his mouth as she crested over the euphoria.
Her pleasure seemed to envelop her body, and she shook as her nerves shuddered in the aftermath.
Her muffled screams were irresistible to him, but he didn’t dare spill his seed on the rug.
After she released his head and relaxed against the wall with a satisfied moan, Everett emerged from her skirts and stood to his full height.
Without a word, he kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
She drained her flavour from his mouth, sucking and licking, eagerly tasting what he had to offer.
“Fuck…” The word slipped from his lips, unable to find a more suitable expression of his awe. “You’re so perfect, and your cunny tastes divine,” he rasped.
His hand went to his falls to secure the buttons when her hand stopped him. “I don’t think it’ll fit back in your breeches in that state, Dr Moreland.” Her voice was sweet but wicked at the same time.
He met her gaze that sparkled with mischief and quirked a brow.
Wordlessly, she dropped to her knees.
“What…?” He choked on the words, his mouth going dry in an instant.
“This is a lesson in taste, no?” With these words, Emma swallowed the tip of his cock, the heat from her mouth soothing the incessant ache. She gripped his thighs, her fingers pressing into his thick muscles. She moaned appreciatively, sending tremors through his cock.
Everett lost all sense of propriety when her tongue darted out, licking his tip in a soothing rhythm.
“Bloody hell, Emma. God, that feels so good,” he moaned the words.
Bracing his hands against a chair, he lowered his head just in time to see her mouth sliding over the length of his rigid shaft, sending a shock of pleasure through him. Then she looked up at him; those innocent blue eyes transformed into something darker and wicked.
“Fuck, Emma,” he rasped helplessly.
With a crooked smile, she swallowed his rod until his cockhead reached the back of her throat.
With a groan, he tilted his head back, closing his eyes as pleasure surged, leaving him breathless.
She began to slide her mouth over his marble-like rod.
The heat, the tantalising friction, the vision of her lovely lips stretching around his thick girth created a perfect dance to push him toward climax.
Placing his large hand at the back of her head, he guided her rhythm to his hips’ movements, pushing against her throat as her tongue licked his length deliciously.
He then stopped abruptly as the dam broke and hot liquid began to flow.
Every muscle in his body contracted and overwhelmed him with sensation, the euphoria cresting again and again, until he stilled, his hand on her head and his half-erect cock in her mouth.
Emma had swallowed every last drop of his essence, and this was more arousing than he thought possible.
Everett released a sequence of blasphemy for how good that was, then helped her rise to her feet. Quickly fastening his falls, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue.
“You’re perfect,” he rasped as he slowed the kiss and brushed his lips against hers.
“I’m still angry with you,” she said without any bite.
He chuckled, his baritone rumbling low in his chest. “I’m afraid you’ll have to hate me a little longer. We must be missed by now. Return alone to the concert. I shall find someone to converse with in another parlour.”
With a quick nod, Emma met his gaze, surprising him with sadness in her expression. She then quickly exited the room. Everett stood in the dark for a long while, wondering if his actions would save or doom their relationship, because he had decided he was never letting her go.