Page 47 of Snowed In with Four Firemen
I kiss her again, harder this time, my hands roaming over her hips as she tugs me closer with her legs. And then I slowly come down to my knees.
“Tanner,” she breathes, a tremble running through her. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh,” I whisper, my hands already undoing the button of her jeans, the sound of the zipper slicing through the air as I pull it down. I can feel her shiver.
Her lips part, her breath coming faster as she sits on the edge of the counter, legs instinctively parting for me.
She glances at the kitchen door. I know what she’s thinking. Anyone could walk in on us like this. And that is one heady feeling.
“Lift your ass for a sec.”
“Like this?” she asks.
I tug her jeans over her hips before making quick work of her underwear, leaving her exposed. I blow slightly on her core, making her shiver. My cock throbs in my pants, impatient, and I stroke it over my jeans. This isn’t about me, but her.
“Tanner…” Her voice is a whisper.
She’s trembling, unsure, but the desire in her eyes tells me she wants this as much as I do.
“I got you,” I murmur, my voice low and reassuring, keeping my hands gentle as I spread her legs a little wider, kneeling between them.
I inhale her musk deeply. She smells sweet—like nectar, like heaven.
I press a kiss to her inner thigh, feeling her body tense beneath me, then move up, closer to her cunt. The moment my mouth finds her, she gasps, her hand shooting down to clutch the edge of the counter for support. My tongue slides over her, slow at first, tasting her, teasing her, while her body trembles.Her cunt is every bit as delectable as I thought it would be as I fuck her with my tongue.
I could be lost inside her for hours.
Her fingers pull my hair, but I don’t stop. I suck on her engorged clit gently, drawing another gasp from her as she arches her back, her body responding in ways that make it impossible for her to stay still.
It’s reckless. I can only imagine the scandal if discovered, but that thought spurs me further. All I care about is the way she’s coming undone beneath my tongue, the way her body tenses and trembles with every flick of my tongue. Her moans are soft, desperate, her hands gripping my hair tighter.
“Tanner…” she whispers again, her voice cracking with need, her breath coming fast as I push her closer to the edge.
Emily’s legs tremble against my shoulders as I work her closer to the edge.
“Tanner…oh my God…” I press harder, swirling my tongue in just the way I know she will like, feeling her hips buck involuntarily against me.
She gasps, her fingers clenching the edge of the counter so tight her knuckles turn white. And then it hits—her body jerks, her thighs clamping around my head as she comes, her moans spilling out uncontrollably. I keep my mouth on her, working her through it, every tremor, every pulse as her climax washes over her.
I wait till she stops trembling before slowly coming to my feet.
“Tanner,” she whispers, her voice breathless, her body arching into mine.
“Yeah?” I murmur against her skin, my lips trailing back up to her jawline before I kiss her. I know she can taste herself on my lips.
“Maybe...maybe we should actually finish the cake,” she says, still breathless.
“Right. The cake.”
But as I step back, licking the last bit of cake batter from my lips, I know neither of us is done playing. Not by a long shot.
CHAPTER 15
EMILY
My head’s swimming,not from the alcohol this time, but from Tanner—his touch, his taste, the way he justknowshow to move, how to kiss. And more. The orgasm he gave me was freaking unbelievable.
I still can’t believe that I let him eat me out in the kitchen, where anybody could walk in anytime. I get off the counter and feel my legs almost buck under me.
