Page 41 of One Night Only
“Th-three t-times?” Emily stammers, blinking once like she can’t believe me.
I nod slowly, offering her a smug smirk. “At least.”
“That can’t be… safe.” She balks, despite the obvious desire flushing her cheeks.
“Trust me, Goldie.” I reach behind her, cupping her ass and lifting her into the air before laying her gently on the blanket in one seamless move. Nudging her thighs apart, I settle between them, looming over her and looking deep into that caramel-swirl gaze. Fuck she’s pretty.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, ghosting my lips over hers in a barely-there kiss.
Emily wraps her arms around my neck, urging me closer, and I lap my tongue between her parted lips, basking in the moan she makes, her tongue meeting mine, sexy thighs falling apart even more.
Tearing my lips away from hers, I dot kisses over her jaw and throat, sucking and licking the pulse point at the base of her neck and grinding my cock against her needy pussy. When she archesher back in response, my own sounds become animalistic when I feel just how fucking soaked she is through my shorts.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” I whisper against her skin before dragging my teeth over the spot that drives her wild. She hisses in pain, and I lay my tongue flat, soothing the bite which elicits a fucking mewl from her that makes my dick jolt. Man, I am so fucking close, toeing the line of no return, but fuck it. If I come in my pants like a teenager, then I come in my fucking pants. So be it.
I carefully tug at the neck of my jersey she’s wearing, pulling it away from her skin to reveal her shoulder, and I don’t miss the way her body tenses. I hush her, pressing a few soft, slow kisses to her exposed collarbone before covering her back up again, feeling her instantly relax. And I fucking hate that. I need her to know she’s perfect. No matter what. She is perfect to me. But it’s a work in progress, and I’m up for the task.
I drag my tongue over her pulse point again, peppering kisses downwards, over the top of the jersey and between the valley of her breasts, looking up at her and meeting her eyes as I head further south. I push up the hem of the jersey just enough to litter kisses over her stomach, swirling my tongue around her belly button and making her gasp, her fingers threading through my hair and clutching tight.
“Tell me to stop at any time and I will, okay?” I steady her with an imploring look as I continue peppering my lips down, stopping at the edge of her panties.
“Yes,” she moans.
I’m forced to bite back my grin because I don’t even think she knows what she’s agreeing to right now. She’s so fucking turned on. Her eyes blazing with feral need, it’s possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
Running my thumb under her waistband, teasingly, I stare into her eyes, dragging the bridge of my nose over her pussy, smelling her arousal through the soaked satin, my eyes rolling back into my head. “Fuck, you smell like…mine,” I mutter,laying my tongue out and licking the seam of her through her underwear.
Emily wiggles her hips, clearly desperate for more, but I just continue teasing her, causing her to groan in a combination of frustration and need that makes my balls ache.
“Please, Dallas,” she whispers, shifting her hips.
I smirk, licking her through the satin once again. “Such a good girl using your manners,” I murmur against her, watching her lips fall open on a silent moan, her gaze darkening.
“You like that, don’t you?” I arch a brow, tugging her panties down, just an inch. “Good girl?”
She nods. Makes a noise that almost sounds like yes, but it’s guttural and frantic, her body writhing uncontrollably.
“Look at you, baby,” I sigh, taking her in. “So fucking needy and desperate for me, huh?”
She whimpers. “I need to come.”
“I know you do,” I whisper. “But I need you to be agood girland use your words for me.” I gently spread her pussy lips, opening her to me inside her panties, and I blow a hot breath through the soaked satin over her clit. “Tell me exactly what you want, Goldie.”
“I want your mouth,” she practically squeaks.
I smirk, pressing my thumb against her clit. “Where do you want my mouth?”
“Where do you think?” she sasses through a moan, clearly frustrated.
I chuckle lowly. “IthinkI need you to tell meexactlywhat you want me to do.”
Emily drags her teeth over her bottom lip, and I see her chest heave with the breaths racking her, her cheeks flaming as she watches me tease her, tugging her panties down another inch.
“I want you to lick my pussy,” she finally pleads with a panting breath.
Oh shit…No. No. No.
I’m forced to bow my head, squeezing my eyes shut to takethe moment I need. I focus on my breaths. In and out. In and out. But it’s useless. The coil at the base of my spine tenses, and my balls tighten to the point of pain, my dick like stone, and it’s excruciating. I find myself grinding against the floor in search of some semblance of relief, my hips moving of their own accord until, with a low growl, I groan. “Fuuuuck me…”
