Page 125 of There's No Us Without You
With his knee between my legs, he nudges them apart and blows out a breath. “Goddamn,” he says, tilting his head and rubbing a thumb over his full bottom lip while staring at my bared pussy.
I shiver under his touch when he massages my calf muscles, then he bends to plant soft kisses up the inside of each one in turn. The further he gets to the inside of my thighs, the more my legs relax, opening up for him.
My breathing quickens and I stare up at the ceiling as I try to stop myself from squirming. This is so unlike me, letting another person stare at my genitals in such an intimate way.With Emerson, though, everything is different. I know he means what he says.
He thinks I’m beautiful.
My emotions overwhelm me, a few tears slipping down the sides of my face and onto the quilt beneath me.
“Hey,” Emerson says, bringing my attention back to him. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” The look on his face has my heart squeezing so hard.
I reach out to cup his cheek when he pushes between my legs and rests his chin on my stomach. “I want this. I want you,” I say softly.
With a kiss to the palm of my hand, Em lifts the hem of my shirt. His warm breath against my abdomen sends goosebumps racing over my skin.
If he doesn’t hurry up and touch me where I need it most, I may just spontaneously combust. The anticipation is killing me.
And I think he knows that. Maybe it’s punishment for what I did.
Ever so slowly, he runs a hand up the inside of my thigh, his fingertips barely brushing over my pussy before he pushes a finger inside me.
Wow.
Eyes closing, I moan, rocking my hips just a little so his finger sinks in further. My muscles clench tighter each time he pushes deeper inside me.
Emerson groans. “Fuck, baby. That’s it.”
Stars dance behind my eyelids as I ride his hand, sinking further into oblivion while letting myself go. I’ve needed this since the moment I made eye contact with him in the bar—it’s the extent of that need I’m only just realising.
“No-one has ever touched you like this before, have they?”
I shake my head. “No,” I whisper. “Never.”
Tutting, Emerson removes his finger from inside me and places it into his mouth, sucking it clean while his hazel eyes stare into mine.
My body shakes uncontrollably, my breathing ragged. I want him to kiss every inch of my body, sink his teeth into my flesh.
Make me his.
With a growl, he drops to his knees on the carpet and nudges his nose over my pussy, breathing me in. “Kent’s a fucking idiot,” he says, before darting his tongue out to taste my arousal.
My body moves all on its own as I moan through the pleasure this man is giving me. I push against his mouth, my hands now fisting his hair. “Emerson.”
He groans against my pussy, the vibration racing through me. “Fuck. Say my name again, Pop-Tart.”
I grip his hair harder. “Emerson, please.”
“I’ve got you.” He inserts two fingers inside me this time. “Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”
I cry out, gripping the sheets when he flattens his tongue over my clit while pushing his long fingers in and out of me.
I knew he’d be good, but goddamn, I wasn’t prepared for this. My orgasm is building so fast, and my entire body is vibrating with such intensity I’m scared it’s going to leave permanent damage when I finally fall.
Emerson must sense my desperation and picks up the pace. I grind my hips to the rhythm of his tongue, soaring through the high he’s giving me right now. His soft curls tickle the insides of my thighs, and I get the urge to clench them around his head just to keep him there forever.
With one last flick of his tongue, I’m done, my orgasm taking over my entire body until my vision goes black, and I’m literally seeing dancing flashes of colour behind my eyelids.
My body shakes uncontrollably, my skin damp with an overwhelming urge to spill all my secrets.
