"Please what, beautiful?" I kissed the soft skin of her neck and the place beneath her ear, loving how each kiss made her squirm beneath me.
Her nails raked down my back as I released her wrists. "Touch me,” she begged. “Make me come."
I groaned at the sight of her perfect breasts in the moonlight. When I took one nipple in my mouth, she arched off the bed, hands fisting in my hair.
"Oh, God. More," she begged.
I kissed down her stomach. She was fucking perfect—all soft curves and smooth skin that I wanted to taste every inch of.
Starting at her inner thigh, I took my time, kissing and nipping my way up until she was squirming beneath me. The taste of her skin, the way her muscles tensed under my tongue—it was driving me crazy. When I finally reached her center, I paused, breathing hot against her most sensitive spot until she whimpered.
"James, please..."
The first stroke of my tongue drew a moan loud enough to wake the whole floor.
"Shh," I murmured against her. "Unless you want an audience."
"Then stop being so—" Her words dissolved into a gasp as I slipped one finger inside her, then another, curling them exactly how she needed while my tongue worked slow circles around her clit.
I took my time learning what made her react—how she arched when I sucked gently, the way her thighs trembled when I curledmy fingers just right. Every moan, every breathless gasp of my name spurred me on.
When I felt her getting close, I slowed down, drawing it out until she was practically crying with need. Her fingers tangled tightly in my hair, pulling me deeper between her legs as she tried to direct me where she wanted.
"Please," she begged. "I'm so close..."
I smiled against her as I thought how the sound of her desperate begging was music to my ears.
Then I backed off again, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs while my fingers moved lazily inside her. She tried to grind against my hand, seeking more friction, but I held her hips down with my free arm.
"James, I swear to God?—"
I sucked hard on her clit, adding a third finger and curling them deep. She came instantly, back arching off the bed as she cried out my name. But I didn't stop. I worked her through it, then kept going, building her up again as aftershocks rippled through her body.
"I can't," she gasped. "It's too much?—"
But her body said otherwise, hips rocking against my mouth as a second orgasm built. This time when she came, her whole body shook with it.
I kissed my way back up her body, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her hand wrapped around my cock, and the feel of her soft fingers nearly made me lose it at the first touch.
"My turn," she whispered, pushing me onto my back.
She started with teasing kisses down my chest, nipping at my hipbones while her hand worked me slowly. When she finally took me in her mouth, the wet heat of her nearly made me lose control.
"Emma, fuck?—"
She took her time, alternating between long, slow strokes with her tongue and taking me deeper. Each time I got close, she'd back off, switching to light kisses and touches until I was practically shaking with need.
"You're killing me," I groaned as she swirled her tongue around the tip.
She looked up at me through her lashes, and the sight of her like that—lips swollen, eyes dark with desire—almost pushed me over the edge.
"This," she said, stroking me firmly, "is called tasting your own medicine, Mister Carter.”
Then she took me deep again, humming around my length as her hand worked what wouldn't fit in her mouth. My hands fisted in her hair as she built me up slowly, deliberately, until I couldn't take anymore.
"Emma, I'm going to?—"
She just took me deeper, and the vibration of her moan around me was what finally did it. I came harder than I had in years, her name falling from my lips like a prayer. I nearly came again when I saw her throat work as she swallowed every bit of my release, then she sat up proudly and ran a thumb down the corner of her mouth. Without breaking eye contact, she brought the thumb into her mouth and gave it a long, sensual lick.