Page 67 of Free to Believe
It’s time to see if she likes being on the other end of the scale. And fortunately for her, I have absolutely no problem being on my knees to play this particular instrument.
Sliding my pants up only far enough to cover my ass, I turn her so it’s her back to the ocean but with the moonlight finally down around us. Emily will now be able to look into the reflective doors behind us and see herself as I make her come.
“I wasn’t quite done,” she protests after I finally let her lips go. I can’t help but smile. I’ve never met a woman who stimulates me on every level quite the way she does.
“What didn’t you have a chance to do?” I was going to die if she kept going.
Looking like the cat who didn’t get a chance to swallow any cream, she pouts. “I wanted to feel you hit the back of my throat so I could swallow you down. Boys,” she says in mock disgust, her blue eyes taunting, “seem to think a woman has to be properly on her knees to get them to come. Men know better.” Leaning into my body, she whispers, “And you didn’t even let me prove it to you.”
That’s it. My control snaps. If some part of me isn’t inside of her, feeling those tiny muscles clench around me, I’m going to explode all over the deck. Probably rougher than I should be, one hand grips her ass so I can grind my still-exposed cock against her core, even if it is covered by silk. The other moves up her sides to where her exposed arms so generously give me access to her perfectly shaped breasts.
Her nipple stabs against my fingers as I pluck at it, playing with it like I would a bass. Her stomach tightens and undulates against me, and her soft moans fill the night air. I laugh, knowing when I sink down and slide the material of her dress to her waist, the only thing that will stop her juices from flowing down her legs is my mouth.
God, yes.
The breeze picks up one of Em’s curls, slapping it against my cheek. Almost as if the lady herself is daring me to get on with the night’s proclivities. I don’t have to be reminded twice. Brushing the barest of kisses across her mouth in complete contrast to the rhythm I’m still grinding against her mound, I begin the journey southward. Her hands, which had been clutching my shoulders before, grasp my head. As our mouths align, she presses a hard kiss against me before murmuring, “Didn’t you stop me for a reason?”
I grin. “Yes, ma’am.” This bundle of seductive fire and joy is everything at this moment. Who am I to deny what she wants? What I’m so desperate to give her?
When my mouth is on an even level with her tits, I latch onto first one nipple and then the next with a fervor that has her crying out. Pressing each against the roof of my mouth, I suck hard. The tight bud elongates farther as my tongue lashes against it back and forth. The combination of Em’s whimpers and nails gouging my back tell me I could probably get her off just like this.
But I want more.
Unleashing her second nipple with a pop, I leave them exposed—much like she did with my cock. Capturing her gaze, I drop to one knee and then the other as I slide her excuse of a skirt up her long legs. Just as I suspected, the insides of her thighs are glistening with her desire. But what causes me to sit back and my cock to start leaking more fluid without her touching it is her perfectly bare mound. Tracing it gently with one finger, I smear some of her juices around her outer lips. “Em?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t plan on sleeping tonight.” Pushing her outer lips apart, I lean forward and flick my tongue over her clit, short, quick strokes that have her lifting her leg and wrapping it around my shoulder.
I just hope she can balance on those heels for as long as I plan to feast. Clenching my hands on her exposed ass, I pull her forward and begin eating the dessert I’ve been craving instead of the cake I only nibbled on earlier at the restaurant.
And it’s fucking amazing.
36
Emily
Imoan loudly into the night air the minute Jake’s wicked mouth touches my bare pussy. And damn him, he just settles back to prolong my—our—agony.
I want him to slide his thick cock up into me while I hear the ocean waves crash against the beach. I want to feel his fingertips—rough from the hours spent playing—slide over my nipples as he takes me. I just…want.
“Please,” I plead. His head moves away from me—damn him. He smiles against the inside of my thigh.
“Give me something, Emily. Since you won’t go onto your knees for me,” he mocks me.
“Or any man,” I return. I’m willing to give him just about anything else.
Just not my nightmares.
“Then take your dress off so I can see all this smooth skin.” Fingering the silk, the material catches against the calluses on his fingers. “It won’t take much to rip it from you, but if you made it, you might want to keep it.”
Holding his gaze, I undo the thick elastic belt I bought at Serenella. It falls to the floor of the deck with a clank. Without a whisper of sound, the vest that makes up my dress parts. Jake’s jaw unhinges. “Sometimes, fashion is knowing all about how to accessorize.”
“That’s it? That’s all you’ve been wearing all damn night?”
Letting the whisper of silk slide off my shoulders, it falls to the deck, leaving me standing only in the pink Jimmy Choo sandals that match the belt on the deck floor. “Aren’t you glad you didn’t know at dinner?” Raising my eyebrow, I wait for his reaction.
“Might have embarrassed everyone if I laid you on the table and did this,” he mutters as he pulls me back toward his face and buries his nose and mouth against me. One of his hands slides up my stomach to pull at my nipple while the other squeezes under his chin to dip inside my dripping hole.
