Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I need more. I need more of her on my tongue, in my mouth, so I leave her breasts and trail kisses down her dress—which is absolutely not tasty at all—until I reach her stomach, where the fabric is rucked up. I taste her skin again, licking, kissing, and grazing her with my teeth.
“Oh sweet heavens,” Emily moans. “This is more satisfying than anything. Even axing that table and setting it on fire.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Before long, my fingers find the soft silk of her black panties. They’re warm with the heat of Emily’s body and also completely soaked. I feel like weeping with joy at having the pleasure of touching her. “Can I taste you here?”
“Sweet tomatoes,” she whimpers. “I…what if I’m not…I don’t know. Perfect?”
I laugh at that, my shoulders shaking until I realize she’s not just making a joke. “Are you serious?” I dip a finger under the soaked fabric, coat it in her arousal, and pop it into my mouth. I suck it clean, her spicy sweetness bursting over my tongue. My dick is hard enough that should the table magically reincarnate in the kitchen, I think Emily could use me as her weapon of choice to destroy it all over again.
“You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever tasted,” I say huskily. This isn’t just bedroom talk, sweet nothings, platitudes, or whatever people call it. It’s a hundred percent true. “Tasting you is like tasting the nectar of the gods.”
“Jesus,” she says dryly. “Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you?”
“Like water to a dying man.”
“Oh my god. No.”
“Like all the particles of some unknown magic aligning to create another universe that is completely flawless.”
She giggles at this, and I grin. “You’re ridiculous,” she murmurs.
“And you, my dearest lady, are absolutely beautiful.”
“My dearest lady? How medieval.”
I slide off the bed and kneel on the rough carpet below. The stuff is very rough and thready. It’s a good thing we have the bed because the floor wouldn’t be an option. The rug burn would be unbelievable.
I lift Emily’s knees, and her legs part for me, revealing all that black silk. I gently peel those panties away, revealing my true prize—Emily, ready and so wet for me. I groan because it’s indeed possible that I’ve entered some parallel universe of total, wondrous perfection.
Her hands grasp for my hair, but one misses, and she snags my ear like an angry school teacher. She giggles shyly. “Sorry,” she whispers. “Oh my god, I’m not good at this.”
“Not good? I beg to differ.” I trail my hand along the inside of her thigh, and she shivers. “I think you’re very good at this.”
She giggles again, a nervous laugh like she doesn’t believe me.
“I think you’re far more wonderful than you even realize.”
“Stop,” she begs. “You’re making me blush, and right now, I’m nervous enough.”
“You’re delicious, entirely intoxicating, irresistible, and the flame that lights the way in the darkest night.”
“The flame that burns down my backyard and incinerates you,” she protests dryly.
In reply, I run my hands up Emily’s silky thighs, and her breath catches. I dip my head, kissing her smooth skin where my fingertips are splayed. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I can feel the shiver that sweeps up her legs and rattles her entire body. I look up to see her staring at me, her eyes darker and wider than ever.
I move my hand, brushing a finger down her silky, hot center. She moans wildly. I replace my finger with my mouth. I use my tongue and my fingers, and Emily is instantly responsive. Her hips rise up, and she bucks into my touch.
“I think you are very good at this.” I also think she’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. She whimpers at my words, and when I taste her again, she’s immediately responsive. Her hips thrust up, and when I stroke her with my finger, dancing around her entrance, teasing her there, she thrashes her head against the bed.
Her arousal coats my lips as she gets wetter, and I swirl my tongue through her, gathering it all up like a treasure. She is a treasure. Emily. I feel incredibly undeserving of being the one to touch her. This woman, who swept into my life in the most unexpected way, who dared to kiss a complete stranger, who claimed me with a single kiss, and who set all of this in motion.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything quite this perfect. In fact, I don’t just feel undeserving. I feel completely terrified of the new feelings. Things I haven’t been able to block out since I met Emily. Things I’ve never felt before.
Emily’s fingers pinch my ear again while her other hand tangles in my hair. She’s gentle, even when I lick her from top to bottom. Then, I suck on her clit, saving it for last.