Page 60 of The Vineyard Crush

I let out a low rumble of approval as Emma bit back desperate whimpers, watching her lip tremble with the effort of containing those gorgeous needy sounds. Fuck, she looked absolutely sinful laid out before me - flushed, disheveled, and utterly at my mercy.

“Good girl,” I rasped in a rough whisper, leaning in to trail my tongue along the taut line of her stomach.

Emma’s muscles jumped beneath the scorching path, her back arching in a silent plea for more as I painted my way up to the swell of her bare breasts. Her nipples pebbled into tight, aching buds as soon as the night air kissed her damp skin and I wasted no time in latching onto one with a soft, teasing bite.

A trembling whimper slipped free at that, despite her valiant efforts. Emma’s fingers fisted in my hair, tugging with just the right side of desperation as I suckled and nipped at her with relentless focus.

“Please…Ridge…” she rasped out in a breathy plea, hips canting upwards in silent entreaty.

“Patience, little flower,” I growled against her glistening skin, dragging my tongue in an achingly slow loop around her neglected peak. “I told you…I’m gonna lick and suck every last drop of that sweet wine off your skin until you’re a goddamn sobbing mess, begging me to let you cum.”

She outright mewled at that filthy promise, gaze hazy and unfocused with lust as I reached for the near-empty bottle of merlot. With a roguish grin, I pushed Emma’s shoulders until she was splayed out on the cool ground, legs falling shamelessly open.

“You ready, baby?” I murmured, voice already roughened to grit.

Emma could only nod feverishly, chest heaving with shallow pants in anticipation. The sight of her looking so thoroughly ruined, so obscenely primed for my touch, had me cursing under my breath.

I upended the bottle without preamble, letting the deep crimson liquid cascade over her glistening folds in a lewd, sinful rivulet. Emma cried out, hips bucking wildly as her hands fisted in the soft loam, seeking purchase. But I was already there, tongue lapping up every drop with broad, filthy strokes.

“Fuck…you taste even sweeter than I imagined, darlin’,” I rasped against her honeyed flesh.

Her thighs clamped around my shoulders, trying to pull me impossibly closer as I feasted on her with searing, merciless focus. Sharp whines slipped free, punctuated by stuttering pleas for more as I pushed two fingers into her yielding heat.

Emma’s back bowed in rapture, walls fluttering wildly as I crooked my digits to stroke that bundle of nerves from within. So goddamn close…she was already right on the edge, entire body quaking with the strain of holding back her climax.

“Not yet, baby,” I growled in warning, abruptly withdrawing my fingers and mouth.

The depraved, punished keen that punched out of her at the denial almost shattered what was left of my control. Emma’s eyes were dark, wild pools of desperation, chest heaving with each shallow pant as her legs fell open in a pantomime of complete, primal surrender.

“Don’t worry, Em,” I soothed in a rough timbre, voice barely more than a gravelly purr as I blazed a path of openmouthed kisses up the soft plane of her belly. “This is only gonna make it so much fuckin’ better when I finally let you cum.”

I sealed my lips over her parted ones in a searing, plundering kiss, our tangled breaths mingling in a bruising clash of teeth and tongue. Emma whimpered into my mouth, hips rocking in a desperate, primal grind against my thigh as I slotted it between those slick folds.

“That’s it, baby…let me feel how fuckin’ soaked you are,” I coaxed, hands roaming hungrily over her arched back to pull her flush against me. “Rub off all over me, sweetheart. I wanna smell that greedy little cunt all over me for days after tonight…”

I watched Emma through hooded eyes, lips twisting into a satisfied smirk as she rutted shamelessly against my thigh, so goddamn close to shattering. Her pupils were blown wide, gaze hazy and unfocused with mindless desperation for release.

Just as her back arched in that telltale sign, hips jerking erratically against me, I pulled away with a dark chuckle.

Emma’s cry of denial punched out of her, eyes flying open to sear me with a molten glare. Chest heaving with each ragged pant, she looked utterly, gloriously undone, pushed to the very precipice only to have that shattering orgasm cruelly denied.

My husky laugh was swallowed by a guttural groan as her hands suddenly shoved at the waistband of my jeans, knuckles grazing my aching length in a way that had my hips stuttering reflexively. Within moments, Emma had freed me from the confines of denim and cotton with a few deft tugs.

“Feel better, cowboy?” she purred, voice already deliciously roughened as she raked indecent eyes over my flushed, weeping cock.

A rumbling growl vibrated deep in my chest at the teasing lilt in her tone, so at odds with the way her thighs instinctively parted in wanton invitation.

“I might not be doing my job right if you can still talk,” I rasped, tonguing the tendon in her throat as she hooked one leg high over my hip to drag me closer.

Emma arched up into me with a breathy whine, lips brushing the hinge of my jaw in a scorching caress. “That’s right, cowboy…you need to go a little harder.”

“Fuck…” The curse tore free on a gust of air as I sucked a biting mark into the soft hollow just below her ear, relishing the way her nails bit into my shoulders. “Harder, you say?”

Caging her soft curvy body beneath me, I rolled us with a disarming quickness until she was the one splayed out and pinned by my weight. Emma gazed up at me with heavy-lidded, smouldering eyes, every ounce of sweet, pliant surrender just begging to be utterly ruined.

With a low, filthy groan, I tore open a condom packet and swiftly sheathed myself. Emma watched my every move with a weighted stare, chest rising and falling in anticipation until I notched the blunt head of my cock against her dripping entrance.

Our gazes locked and held, the static in the air almost crackling with unbridled heat between us.

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