Page 63 of The Emerson Effect
The thought of his mouth on me makes me wild and a little bit crazy, and I buck and twist until my underwear are freed from my ankles. I spread my legs in invitation as Emerson stares down at me, his blue eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them. He licks his lips before scooting down the bed and dropping his head to lick and suck at my inner thighs.
He avoids the spot where I need his mouth the most for several long moments, driving me so wild with need that I’m pretty sure I black out for a second when his tongue finally licks a stripe up my slit to flick against my clit. When the blackness recedes, he’s moaning and licking at my flesh like he’s been starved for it.
My orgasm explodes out of nowhere, making me shriek toward the ceiling as my hips buck upward. My ass drops back tothe bed like a piece of lead, and every muscle in my body is made of gelatin.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
That was intense. And unbelievably fast, like it’s been building for weeks or months, and I’ve just been waiting on the edge for someone to push me over. ForEmersonto push me over.
I open one eye to take a peek at his face, and he’s smiling like he just won the lottery. He kisses my thigh before making his way back up my body. When he nestles between my thighs again, the feel of his hard cock behind the cotton of his boxer briefs sends a fresh shock of need through me.
He rests his cheek on my chest, breathing hard, then sighs forlornly. “I’m sorry, Twila. I just realized I didn’t bring any condoms. I wasn’t…expecting anything like this to happen.”
Shit.I didn’t bring any, either. Of course, I didn’t.
But I can still feel his cock throbbing against me. And suddenly, my mouth is watering with need. The need to taste him like he did me.
Digging my heels into the mattress, I buck my body upward and to the side, encouraging Emerson to roll off me and onto his back. I flip onto my side and lean in, kissing his mouth as my hand glides down his chest, past his ribcage and abs to the bulge in his underwear.
“Twila,” whispers out of him, so gritty and raw, it sends a shiver down my spine.
My heart pounds as I squeeze the thick ridge of his erection, kneading it gently through the cotton. I need to see it. To test its weight in my palm and feel its velvety texture. Releasing him, I hook a finger in his waistband and tug. Emerson wastes no time lifting his hips an pushing his underwear down his thighs.
I swallow the fresh saliva pooling in my mouth as I run a fingertip from base to tip. His cock jumps at my touch, and aquiet groan rumbles in his chest. A drop of liquid gathers at the tip, and I twist around before licking it clean. Emerson groans again, the sound bouncing off the walls around us.
I love his neediness, so I lick him again, and this time, the groan is accompanied by a bit of thrashing that makes me feel more powerful than I ever have. I want to feel more, so I suck the head of his cock between my lips and lick at his slit.
“Shit,” he yelps, then moans again before adding. “So good.”
Build me a throne, because I’m queen of this moment. I rule over him with my lips and tongue. Guide him with my hand. And he worships at my altar with his gasps and groans.
I’ve done this before, obviously, but I’ve never gotten so much pleasure out of it. I’ve neverreallyenjoyed it the way I am in this moment.
Gripping the base, I lift his cock and guide it into my mouth, licking and sucking as I push him in as far as I can without gagging. His thigh tightens beneath my elbow, a solid rock as I move my head up and down. He’s breathing so fast, I know this won’t take long, and I’m slightly disappointed.
I start to slow down, to draw the pleasure out, but Emerson tangles his fingers in my hair and grunts, “Please, Twila.”
He wants to come. Needs it.
I can play with him next time.
Next time? Will there even be a next time?
Pushing the thoughts away, I jack his base with my hand while my mouth works the rest of him. Within seconds, he tugs my hair gently to let me know he’s going to come, but I refuse to stop. I want all of him. Every last drop.
He stops pulling, but his grip tightens almost to the point of pain as his hips jerk upward and he shoots into my mouth. I swallow it down, then swallow again when he shoots a second load.
His body turns to mush beneath me, relaxed and sated as he tries to catch his breath. I let him slip from my mouth, and he jerks and laughs as my tongue teases his sensitive flesh on the way out. Emerson grips my shoulders, pulling me up until I’m splayed across his chest.
“That was…” he huffs, the words trailing off.
“Yeah, it was,” I say, and his arm tightens around me.
Amazing?
Mind-blowing?
A long time coming?
