Page 93 of Engulfing Emma

His eyes close and his head falls back against the seat. I’ve never seen anything so erotic.

“You like it when I stroke your clit, don’t you? I know exactly how you like to be touched. I know just where your G-spot is. I know you come harder when I put a finger inside your tight little ass.”

I blow out a long, slow breath. I can’t believe he’s doing this. I can’t believe I’m watching him. I can’t believe how incredibly turned on I am right now.

“I want to claim that ass of yours,” he says. “I want to put my cock in it and make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”

I squirm in my seat, barely able to contain myself. I want him to stop what he’s doing and touch me. I want to reach out and touch him. But I can’t. Because watching him is better than any fantasy I’ve ever had.

A bead of pre-come seeps from the tip of his penis. “I’m going to come. Do you know how many times I’ve come thinking about you? About what we’ve done together? About the things I want to do to you? Look how flushed you are. I’ll bet you want to touch yourself. Jesus, I’d like to see that.”

He’s breathing hard and his hand moves faster.

“I’ll bet you are soaked. I want to feel how wet you are. I want to taste you.” His face contorts, and he bites his lip. “Christ, Emma!” he shouts. He grabs the napkin under his glass, spilling the wine, and spurts into it.

Watching him make himself come almost hasmecoming.

He smiles at me when it’s all over. He doesn’t even look embarrassed. That turns me on even more, baffling me.

He buttons his shorts and then uses my napkin to clean up the wine. He laughs. “Better to spill wine than jizz.”

I want to laugh, but I can’t. I’m still reeling.

He puts both napkins in the trash and sits back down. He studies me. “Have you never seen a man do that before?”

I shrug.

“It turned you on, didn’t it?”

I shrug again.

“Emma?”

I’m still unable to speak.

“Do you want me to kiss you now?”

That’s the stupidest question I’ve heard in all my twenty-seven years. Of course I want him to kiss me. I want him to do everything he just said he wanted to do. So, despite my resolve not to, I nod.

He slides off his seat and kneels between my legs, pulling me toward him until our lips meet. He kisses me hard, like he knows I need that right now after going almost two weeks without his lips on me. “Do you want me to touch you?”

I put his hand between my legs.

He moves it up my thigh and under my panties. “Jesus, Emma,” he says when he feels how drenched I am.

He removes my panties and pulls me to the edge of the seat, making it clear he’s about to put his mouth on me. “I’m going to make you come now, Miss Lockhart.”

I feel his fingers inside me. A moan escapes me when his tongue lashes my clit. I look over at his empty seat and still see the image of him stroking himself.

My head falls back and my insides tighten. He pushes me over the edge when I feel the vibrations of him audibly humming against my clit.

Oh.

My.

God.

I grab onto his head, holding him to me as my orgasm crashes down around me. “Yes!” I scream over the engines as I buck myself into him, wanting to feel every last pulse as it washes through me.

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