Page 71 of Face Off
She trails her hand up her legs. Grasps her thighs so I can see every inch of her, and I almost forget my name.
My cock aches, but I know if I touch myself, it’s going to be game over.
So I touch her instead, dragging a single finger through her slit and pushing inside until I reach my first knuckle. We groan at the same time, and I scoot closer, desperate for more of her.
“Fuck. You’re so tight, Emmy,” I breathe out, and nowIfeel drunk. Tipsy off the feel of her stretching around me and the sound of her rough exhale.
“I like when you call me that,” she whispers, like she’s afraid to admit it.
“So do I.” I rub the tendons and muscles on her thigh, my thumb stroking higher up her leg. “Can you relax for me? There you go. Atta girl. That’s good.”
“More.” Emerson trembles, and she pulls her knees close to her chest so I can get deeper. “Give me more, Maverick.”
I’ll do anything when she calls methat.When she looks at me with wide eyes and a swollen mouth.
“Say please,” I say. She scowls, and I don’t care. It’s payback for telling me the other guys on the team were the ones to get her wet. “Say please, Emmy, and I’ll do everything you want.”
There’s a war raging in her head, but when she tips her head back, I know I’ve won.
“Please, Maverick,” she says.
“You can do better than that. If you’re going to be fucking desperate, you can at least look at me when you beg for more of my fingers.”
She lowers her chin. Her eyes are dark, and I’m not sure if she wants to kill me or kiss me.
Probably both.
“Please give me two fingers, Maverick. Give me three fingers and your tongue. Use my toy under the pillows. I don’t care whatyou give me, but give mesomething.”
“Was that so hard?” I ask.
I slip another finger inside her before she can protest anymore. When I get past my second knuckles, I curl them, and she groans.
I love sex, but I love this more.
Going slow.
Learning her body.
Finding the rhythm she likes and repeating it again and again.
“I hate you,” she whispers, but she squirms on the sheets. Drops one hand away from her leg and brings it to her tit, pinching her nipple hard.
“Say it again,” I murmur. I press down on her stomach with my free palm, my fingers splayed out and stroking her skin. I can’t get enough of her, and I want to touch her everywhere. “You know how much it turns me on.”
Whatever other taunt she wants to add dies in her throat when I add a third finger at the same time as I lick her pussy and bury my tongue in her.
She tastes like heaven.
One fucking second inside her, and I’m already an addict.
Nothing is ever going to be this good again.
I sneak a look at her, just to make sure she’s enjoying herself, and that was a fucking mistake.
She’s thoroughly wrecked; a sheen of sweat on her skin. Panting and shaking with parted lips like she’s trying to tell me something.
I loop one arm under her and drag her so she’s almost at the edge of the bed. I put her feet on my shoulders and dip my head lower, holding her open as I circle her clit.
