Page 63 of The Love Interest
He sweeps his arm across the desktop, clearing everything from it. Books and stationery and pens go flying, and he lifts me up onto it, kissing me while unbuttoning my jeans.
He pulls back to ask, “What the fuck are you wearing today, huh?”
“I thought it would make your life easier.” I struggle to remove the vest.
“Nothing about you has made my life easier.” His voice is so deep and breathy and hot. “Not one fucking thing.” He yanks my jeans down past my hips. When he sees the black lace panties, he groans. “Fucking hell. You’re ruining my life.”
I start to pull off my turtleneck, but Emmett’s gotten my jeans down past my knees and he’s pushed my panties aside and his thumb is massaging my clit… So, I just lie back and let him do that. He kisses across my pelvis, around my belly, down to one thigh until I’m trembling all over. My hands are in his hair and I arch my back, silently begging him with my body.
“So wet.” His fingertips trail up my center, an excruciating ghost of a kiss. “You were wet for me in class today?”
“Yes. Every day.”
“You better stay quiet, Fiona. You hear me?”
I nod and whimper in agreement.
He blows a warm breath on my clit, sending shivers up and down my spine and tingles absolutely everywhere. I cover my face with my arms, trying to calm my breath.
Oh my God, it’s happening.
Sweet baby Jane Austen, it is happening!
My yoni’s gonna get some mouth action in his office, and this is already worth the insane tuition and rent I’m paying to be here!
He licks me just once, and now that rumbling sound he was making in the back of his throat is the second hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Because the way he’s groaning right now, it almost puts me over the edge. “Why do you have to taste so good, huh?”
He kisses the inside of my other thigh before circling the tip of his tongue around the throbbing center of the universe, otherwise known as my clitoris. In one direction, then the other. He flicks at it, and it tickles. This is absolute heavenly torture. I clamp both hands over my mouth because I will either start screaming or singing “Hallelujah” very soon, and both of us will get into a lot of trouble if anyone hears it.
Although I suppose we’ve been in trouble ever since we kissed on a park bench at sunrise.
My hips move to the rhythm of his tongue. He sounds so hungry and turned on, and it’s so sexy. Hewantsme. He’s frantic now. My head is spinning. He’s lapping me up and giving me jolts of pleasure. There’s that thumb, and it’s doing something awesome, and then all of a sudden he’s fucking me with his tongue and the world comes crashing down around me.
I cry out into the palm of my hand. It helps to muffle the sound, but nothing can subdue the quake of contractions ripping through me. The vibrations liquefy my bones. There’s an eruption, a landslide, a tsunami. The entire topography of my body is leveled. Emmett Ford has finally released the pressure that’s been building up inside me for months, and even my eyes are coming. Hot tears stream down my face and into my ears.
It’s happening. Finally.
My eyes are shut tight, but I can sense that he’s watching me as the aftershocks ripple through me. He doesn’t disturb them.
Everything has shifted.
My planet has been renewed.
Or, I don’t know, maybe I just had the greatest orgasm ever and it’s notthatbig of a deal. But Emmett Ford gave it to me. Professor Mouth Wizard.
My body has stilled, and I can feel him retreating. He moves the fabric of my panties back to cover up my delicate parts. He tugs at my jeans, pulling them up a bit.
Okay, maybe everyone was wrong!
I can totally be in a class with him even though he’s made out with my vagina. I mean, we only have one more class together! We’re both grown-ups! We can do this! We can have all the sexy sex and all the classy classes.
I slowly lift myself up, resting back on my elbows. Emmett wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and then licks his lips. His eyelids flutter.
I want to give him all of the pleasure he just gave me.
I slide off the desk, pull up my jeans, and try to maneuver him to the sofa.
“No,” he whispers.
