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“Hmm.” She licked him from root to top, slow and torturous.
He exhaled on a shudder.
“Do you like that?” she asked, licking him again, as if he were her favorite confection.
“Yes,” he rasped.
Her brow furrowed with concentration, and she continued to lick him with a combination of leisurely and quick lashes of hertongue. It was never enough, but it set his every last nerve on edge.
She paused, looking thoughtful.
“What—?”
He didn’t get to finish the question because at that moment, she sucked his entire length into her mouth. Her throat convulsed around him—it felt so damn good—but she drew back, her eyes watering.
“Not so much at once,” he said. “Just a little. Whatever you can take.”
She nodded, and enclosed his cockhead with her warm, wet mouth. She teased him with her tongue and hollowed her cheeks, sucking slightly.
“That’s perfect,” he rasped. “You’re doing so well.”
She sunk another inch, and curled her tongue around him. He clenched his fists in the bedspread.
Don’t release. You can withhold it.
His fingers tangled in her hair, and he guided her off his cock. Her eyes clouded with confusion.
“I need you,” he said, grabbing her by the hips and rolling her beneath him.
He delved between her legs with one of his fingers, cursing at the slick glide. The little minx had gotten aroused from having him in her mouth. She really was a gift from the heavens.
He kissed her as he slid one finger into her. Her breath hitched as he pressed a second one inside her, but then she softened and hummed against his mouth.
“You are incredible,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers with each word. “Like you were made for me.”
Except for that whole love concept.
But they’d tabled that for now, and he tried to ignore a brief prickle of guilt.
“I want you,” she whispered, writhing against his hand. “It’s been too long. I waited for you every night.”
“I’m sorry to have left you unsatisfied.” It wouldn’t happen again. At least, not while they remained here together.
He positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed in. She wrapped her lower legs around his, bringing them into alignment and giving him leverage to get deeper.
They moved together, her hot channel engulfing him over and over again, robbing him of his sanity. Their lips met and clung. He speared his tongue into her mouth, and hers stroked against it, like velvet on velvet.
She whimpered and cried out. From the way she clutched at his shoulders, he knew she was close to the edge. He gritted his teeth, determined not to spill before he brought her bliss.
And then she threw her head back, shuddering and babbling as she came. Her body clasped him tighter, like she was milking him, and he let go, filling her as he thrust as deep as he could get, wanting to be one with her. His balls emptied, and he buried his face in the side of her neck and groaned.
CHAPTER 23
Emma lay pinned beneath Vaughan,every inch of her buzzing with pleasure. Another tremor rippled through her, and she shivered.
Vaughan lifted himself up enough to kiss her forehead and then rolled off her. She expected him to make his escape now that they were finished, but to her surprise, he wrapped one of his arms around her and drew her close. She rested her head over his chest and snuggled in.
She listened to the beat of his heart—steady, if a little fast—and waited for him to speak. It took several moments before she dared to disturb the moment by looking up at him.
