“Damned good,” he muttered against the flushed mound. “So good I should be shot for starting this here.”
Her head tipped back on a cry as his teeth raked over her nipple and his hands drew her shirt up, pushing the material past both breasts as he stared down at her with wicked, knowing eyes.
“Tell me what you want,” he groaned.
Her lips parted on a gasp. “What?”
“Where do you want my mouth? Tell me, Emily.”
“Tell you? I want your mouth everywhere, Kell,” she cried out fiercely. “I don’t care where you put it. Just put it someplace.”
She couldn’t get enough of his wild kisses, his caresses, or his cock rubbing between her thighs, his goal hampered by the jeans they both wore.
“Tell me where, Emily,” he commanded then, his voice darker with passion now. “Tell me what you want.”
What she wanted. Her tongue touched her lips as she tried to drag in enough air. She couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen to her brain. Just enough to clear the fog of hunger.
“I want you to take me,” she whispered.
His eyes flared as a grimace twisted his features.
“Not in a fucking limo,” he groaned. “Hell, I need more time than I have for that.”
His head dropped between her breasts, his lips moving between them, his tongue caressing her with little laps that had her holding his head to her, needing more.
“Kell?” She felt the loosening of her jeans, his fingers parting the material.
“I have to feel you.” His fingers slid inside. “Just for a minute.”
Callused flesh rasped over her, slid beneath the band of her panties, and before she could prepare herself, touched the naked folds of her pussy.
“God, I love your pretty naked pussy.” He nipped delicately at the side of her breast as she arched and cried out his name again.
His fingers slid through the heavily saturated flesh, sliding erotically around her clit as she arched and cried out breathlessly.
The shock of pleasure stole what breath remained in her lungs. Then his fingers slid lower, found the entrance to the desperately aching flesh below as his thumb found her clit again, and rocketing sensations began to explode along her nerve endings.
She could only hang on for the ride. His lips moved past her breasts, licking and kissing her stomach, her abdomen, then moving to the parted material of her jeans as his hand drove her insane.
She wanted to touch him, but she couldn’t pull her senses together enough to figure out how. She needed to scream, but she couldn’t drag enough air into her lungs.
All she could do was writhe beneath the fingers gently probing, pressing against the entrance and sending a shock of heat and pleasure exploding through her system.
When they slid inside, stretching her, filling the entrance, her womb spasmed with an impending orgasm.
“Kell.” She twisted beneath him desperately. “Oh God. More.”
“More,” he muttered against the flesh above her mound. “God yes, more. The scent of your pussy is making me crazy, Emily.”
He was jerking, tugging at her jeans, his thumb sliding from her clit only to be replaced by his suckling mouth and licking tongue.
Emily’s fingers locked in Kell’s hair. Her hips arched and as she felt his tongue moving slowly, too damned slowly, around her clit, she began to beg.
“I need to come, Kell.”
He lapped at her clit with a slow, long lick.
“Oh God. More. Harder.”