This time, the light trickles in from the window and I can see every beautiful inch of her body. She looks like an angel. Her blonde hair falls over her shoulders, partly covering her breasts. Her nipples peek through and taunt me to suck on them. The gentle curves of her body are in stark contrast to the normally angular bodies of the supermodels I’ve messed around with as of late. Emma is all woman, and while she is still thin, she looks healthy and how a woman should look.
I’m mesmerized by her hips and her breasts. I step forward, skimming my hand over her flesh. Her skin rises with goose bumps in response to my touch. Something about that makes me primal.
I want to make her mine, all mine.
I walk us back to the bed and give her a small push. She falls on it with a bounce and looks up at me, her mouth open in surprise. I take advantage of that and slowly trace her lips before inserting a finger inside. She sucks on it, flicking the tip with her tongue, and my cock jolts from the intense sensation.
I pull my finger out as I push her legs apart and settle between them. She’s arched up, her elbows propping her up on the bed. She watches me as I lick and suck my way up her thigh to her center. I run my wet finger through her folds, and she throws back her head, moaning. She looks like every man’s wet dream. She’s pure fantasy, and she’s all mine. I lean down following the path of my finger with my tongue, my eyes never leaving her face as ecstasy washes over her features. Her elbows relax and her head falls back onto the pillows as I slowly sink a finger into her hot, wet channel.
She squirms beneath me. I pull my finger out for a moment as I push her feet up and press them on either side of my face. Her folds stretch open, revealing all of her to me. Her glistening pussy is like a siren calling my name as I slowly circle her sex, my tongue diving inside her, tasting her.
She whimpers and her hands come up to grab my hair. I pull back, taking her hands in mine and pressing them to her calves. “Hold your legs open, baby. I need access to all of you,” I murmur. She looks down at me but does what I command.
I take my fingers and spread her farther open, my tongue lapping at her folds in quick successions. I let one finger circle her clit. She gives out a small, needy cry.
“I need—”
“I know what you need,” I state in a low voice. “You’ll get it when I’m ready for you to have it. Right now, I want to become intimately affiliated with this part of you.”
And with those words, I slowly sink my tongue inside her, flicking up repeatedly. Her whole body shakes as I continue my assault on her hot flesh. And I begin rubbing her swollen bud with my finger, stroking it back and forth as fast as I can. I can feel her on the edge. But it’s when she cries out, my name echoing into the void of the room that I know I’ve taken her to a new level of pleasure. I can feel her body convulse around my tongue, but also every other part of her is tremoring. The bed shakes with the force of her orgasm. I lap at her release, slowly stopping my movements. I lick her sex one last time prior to slowly kissing my way up her body, stopping to pay homage to both breasts before kissing her lips and letting her taste her release on my tongue.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she groans. “What are you doing to me?”
“Worshipping you,” I say. “Your friend Kate might be a princess, but you are a motherfucking queen, and you should be treated like one.”
She trembles in my arms as I slowly sink into her. Her legs are still bent. I press them to the side, taking a foot in each hand, I pull them open and out, holding them there as I pound into her. She reaches behind her looking for something to grip. Her hands find the headboard. She looks like sex personified, with her body splayed to me, her arms stretched out as though cuffed to the bed.
“A fucking fantasy,” I pant as I thrust harder and deeper, her hips tilting, allowing her body to accept me as deep as I can go. I hit the end of her channel and her body begins to convulse again.
“Don’t stop,” she cries out as I feel her peak again around my dick. Her pleading makes me feel like a king like I’m the most powerful man in the world. I continue going, not stopping, until I bring a second orgasm from her. Then I let go, grunting my release as I hold her legs in the air and thrust my pelvis as hard as I can, her fluttering muscles milking me as I twitch inside her.
I roll over and lie on the bed, grasping her hand as we both come back down from our highs.
I’m surprised a moment later when she leans over me and takes my semi-hard cock into her mouth.
“Sweet Jesus,” I moan. Her tongue and her lips suction me in a way I never thought possible, and I’ve gotten some amazing BJs in my life.
“Yes, baby, just like that,” I coax as I grasp her hair and guide her head up and down on me. I’m so close again. “I’m going to…” I trail off, and she doubles her efforts, clearly not caring that I’m going to coat her throat with my release.
When I come, it’s almost too much. My cock is so sensitive that I pull her head away a moment after I finish. I grip my shaft and let the last few drops ooze over my fingers.
“Fuck, that was intense,” I mutter.
“Was I…” She stops talking and blushes. I reach up and stroke her cheek, running my thumb over her glistening lips.
“Perfect, fucking perfect,” I encourage. She leans down and kisses me. I brush her hair away from her face and smile at her. “Now, let’s do that again.”
She giggles as I pull her over me, ready to start again.
Chapter Twenty-Six
I hear buzzing. It stops and I slowly start to sink back into a deep sleep, when it starts again. My eyes flutter open. Emma is wrapped around me like a vine, our legs intertwined, her arm under mine. Her breathing is slow and deep. I reach over and pick up my phone that somehow managed to stay on the bed along with pants that landed here yesterday. I look at the time and see it’s early, seven in the morning.
There are twelve texts and two missed calls, all from Rhett and my heart starts hammering. I open them.
Rhett: Someone broke into my fucking house!
Rhett: Pick up the damn phone!
Rhett: MF- I’m serious! Stop fucking and answer me.
Rhett: Benson and Dean are here.
I keep reading the texts, all of them with a sense of urgency and fear.
I slowly and carefully untangle myself from Emma and pull on my boxer briefs. I walk to the balcony and slide the door shut behind me before pressing call.
“Where the fuck are you?” Rhett’s voice yells.
“I was sleeping.”
“You always answer.”
I want to explain I had a sex marathon of epic proportions that the universe has never seen before and my body entered a state of Zen that’s otherworldly, but I don’t think Rhett would appreciate that at the moment.
“I was exhausted. What’s happening? Someone broke into your house?” I ask.
“Jackie and I were sleeping. I heard a noise and then a crash. The new security team had just installed the motions sensors inside but hadn’t finished all the outside installation on the far side of the house because something needed rewiring over there. Whoever it was, got in over there but tripped inside and set off the motion sensor in the dining room. They managed to get out of the house before I was even out of my bedroom. Dude, this is insane. I…Jackie is still a crying mess. She doesn’t want to stay here ever again. The cops are here still trying to find evidence. The security team is helping them. They caught an image this time though.”