Page 69 of Beautiful Crazy

The pleasure, it’s too much.

His tongue on my skin.

Licking.

Sucking.

Eating.

The way his eyes stare back at mine, ravenous but worshiping.

He’s worshiping me.

“Emmett,” I cry out, my head falling back.

“Watch me, Em. Don’t stop.”

His fingers push languidly inside me and then he pulls them back out, all while continuing a torturously slow suction on my clit. He moans against my skin and it’s just the vibration I need to escape into ecstasy.

“Yes,” I hiss. My breathing becomes shallow and quick as I feel the fire growing inside me. My body pulsing for a release. I make eye contact with Emmett as he flattens his tongue and licks from bottom to top and then flicks his fingers inside me.

“Yessss, Emmett.” My moans are louder, my breathing heavier. The white-hot fire in me taking over all control. He doesn’t stop staring. Even as I begin to fall apart, he’s right there with me. He hooks his fingers and rubs tenderly inside me, not too fast, and not too slow, and flicks me over and over and over again with his tongue.

“Feel it, Babe.”

“Yessss, fuck! Oh, my God, Emmett, It’s too good,” I start to cry. Pleasured tears spring to my eyes. “It’s too good. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

He picks up his pace, stroking me on the inside and tugging at my clit with his mouth, moaning against my skin, and I can’t take it anymore. My legs fall completely open, and I lose all control as I buck against his face. The fire in me rages and my throat opens to release the impending scream.

“Yes! Oh, GAWD…EMMETT, YES.” Somewhere I’m floating above my body, reveling in the high of the moment. And then I’m falling back against the mattress. Emmett pulls his fingers from inside me but continues to gently lick me, cleaning me, taking literally every last drop. My hand on my chest as I try to catch my breath, I don’t even know what to say. That was unequivocally the best sexual experience I have ever had.

Once I have the wherewithal to open my eyes and look at Emmett, I catch his admiring eye as he stands and leans over me once more, holding himself up with his hands on either side of my head. He smooths a few messy hairs away from my face and kisses my forehead.

“Emily Chesney, watching you fall apart under my tongue might be the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed in my entire life and I’m kicking myself for not having done it sooner.”

Exhausted, I blink up at him with a satisfied smile. “That was…I didn’t know it could feel that good.”

He chuckles above me. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. You deserve to always feel that good.” He kisses my cheek and then my nose and finally lands softly on my lips. A sweet, gentle, affectionate gesture. “Thank you for the treat. Sleep now. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Still magically wrapped in his towel, Emmett stands and strolls toward the door.

Wait.

What’s happening?

Why is he leaving?

“Emm, Wait!” I sit up and scramble to turn my body around to look at him, a harder feat when my body feels like Jell-O. He stops at the door and looks over his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Why aren’t you…” I cock my head, confused. “Don’t you want to…you know, stay?”

He smiles back at me and shakes his head. “Tonight wasn’t about me, Em. I just wanted to kiss you goodnight.”

In a panic I nearly shout, “I’m sorry Emmett. I’m sorry I said you were a player. If that’s what this is about. You know I didn’t mean it. Please.” My heart feels funny that he’s walking out after what we just did. In a way I feel like I owe him. He turns and comes back to the bed, sitting on the edge and wrapping a hand around the back of my head.

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