Page 61 of Seph

“You want to eat first?”

“Not now.”

Simeon hurried back into the bathroom and stopped short.

His Emily was stepping into the bath, gloriously, perfectly naked, her pert backside and limber legs a work of art as she stepped over the edge of the tub and immersed herself in thefrothing water. Her moan of bliss caused his cock to push the boundaries of its confines until he slipped his jeans off in a single bound, kicking boots and denim to the side of the tub. “May I join you?”

“You’d better.”

He hesitated for a second, fist gripping the marble edge. “Emily. I think that if I get in this warm, wet place, I’ll want to get inside of another one. Want to be in you. Want to make you moan more than these bubbles,” he whispered. “But even if I seem eager, we can wait. We can always wait.”

“Maybe I don’t want to wait anymore,” she whispered, holding out her hand to him.

There should be more foreplay. Simeon knew that, but he couldn’t think straight. Need to taste her before the water gets every drop of her juice, was his frantic thought. He slipped under the bubbles and kissed her calves to her knees, then emerged, gasping. “No. It’s not strictly workable, that plan.”

“What plan?” Emily giggled softly, looking at him with eager, half-lidded eyes.

“The plan to suck on your pretty little peach.”

Emily’s warmth-soaked skin turned an even darker shade of pink as her eyes popped. “My pretty little—”

He smirked.Love seeing her act all innocent and startled. It’s not an act, but no one on the outside lookin’ in would know that Emily Van Helsing, who might as well be a destroying warrior queen, she who can cleave a vamp’s head from its shoulders in two seconds, is secretly a bit shy in the bedroom. No, it’s not an act, it’s just not all there is to her, not by a long shot.

“Yeah,” he continued casually, “see, I can go under the water and not need to take a breath, but when I open my mouth to dig into that tasty little pussy of yours, all the water gets in. Makes it hard to worship you properly.”

“Oh. Well. We don’t have to do any worshiping. Like that.” Emily looked disappointed and relieved at the same time.

Silly thing. Still doesn’t get what a gift this is for the lucky man with her, not just some gift for her. It’s both.

“You need to sit on the edge of the tub and lean back. I won’t let you fall.” Simeon locked his gaze with hers. “You sit still for Simeon and let him love you.”

Emily made a long, winded sound and obeyed, to his shock. She hoisted her dripping, glistening body to the edge of the tub and he settled immediately between her thighs, kissing her damp curls as he gripped one slippery calf in each hand.

Emily’s hands were embedded in Simeon’s wet hair, kneading the waterlogged locks as he feasted on her pussy. Her own moans were lost in his. At this angle, Simeon was nestled under her, his lips and mouth in contact with all of her most secret parts, his tongue swiping greedily over her clit, alternating with sucking her folds into his mouth. With a loud growl, he bucked against her, forcing her to let go of his head for a second and grab the wall and edge of the tub like she was holding on for dear life. “Easy, tiger.”

“No fangy beasts here... not yet.” Simeon took a moment to smirk up at her before his tongue invaded her, slipping inside.

“Oh, fuck! Ohhh. Wow.” Emily tried to loosen her grip before she broke off a piece of the tub.

Simeon's tongue, pointed so that it was firm and hard, seemed longer than a tongue ought to be. It buzzed inside her,swooping up and down, in and out, driving her to the edge where she couldn’t keep track of him.

Don’t need to track him. Trust him.“Oh, God.” A low moan ripped through her, and Emily gave up and gave in, letting Simeon have her.

Simeon could feel her surrender, the way her body went limp and relaxed. In his limited experience, that meant orgasms had untied the ball of stress she carried. “Feeling good, baby?”

“Feelingamazing.”

She’s just giving in. Giving herself over to me.His fingers joined his tongue in their devotion, two slipping inside and aiming up high, dancing on a spot that could make her scream in pleasure. Make her beg. And when his lady asked, she would never be refused.

She wobbled off the ledge, and his supernatural strength kept her aloft as she reseated herself. His fingers took a sneaky detour from her soft pink insides and parted her cheeks, making sure his thumb circled on her puckered anus while concentrating on her clit.

She shivered and arched at the sensations he gave her, and he could feel her walls clamping down and her fingers digging into his scalp.

“More. More. Fuck, Simeon, more than your mouth, please!” Emily demanded in a hoarse voice, her head thrown back. Beads of sweat and steam dripped down between her breasts as she arched back.

“All you have to do is ask, princess.” Simeon rose out of the tub and pulled her up with him. Without speaking, she knew to work with him as he cupped her bottom and lifted. “Bed? Or here?”

Her hazy eyes focused and she swallowed a couple of times.

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