“Are you sore?” he whispered as he pulled back, one hand sliding from her hip and moving confidently between her thighs. She gasped at the feel of his palm cupping her, his fingers sliding over the damp flesh of her pussy.
His fingers rubbed against the folds, shifting between them to circle the sensitive opening.
Emily felt her head fall back on her shoulders. And Kell was there to take advantage. His lips moved along her jaw, down her neck.
“Never too sore,” she whimpered. “That feels too good, Kell.”
“Never too good, sweetheart.” His voice deepened, becoming a sexy murmur along her collarbone as his finger slipped inside the snug entrance.
“Oh. Yes. Too good.” Spreading her thighs wider she fought for a deeper penetration, opening herself for him, desperate to experience more of the incredible pleasure his touch brought her.
“You’re soft as silk. As hot as fire,” he whispered against the curve of her breast before giving her a gentle, erotic bite with strong teeth.
Emily shuddered at the caress. The combination of primal hunger in the bite, the wicked titillation of his finger stroking inside her, teasing her.
“And you’re hard,” she moaned, her head lifting, her lips finding the hard column of his neck.
Kell let her have her way as he felt her teeth at his neck. Sharp little sensations moved along his flesh before tightening his cock and balls from the feel of her teeth.
Her hands were like satin gliding over his flesh and the gentle cushion of her tummy rubbed against his cock, causing his teeth to grit at the primal arousal growing inside him.
He wanted to throw her to the bed and ride her to ecstasy.
Instead, he held himself before her and let her explore. Like the vixen he had dreamed of catching as a boy, she was curious, inquisitive. Her nails scraped along his chest to his abdomen, making his teeth grind as he fought for patience.
Her lips skimmed over his neck to his chest. She bit. She licked. She had electri
city pouring into his body, tightening his nerve endings and cascading along each cell with a pleasure he wasn’t certain he could withstand.
She was like whiskey. Potent. Fiery. Burning clear to his soul with her feminine demand, sharp little bites, and satiny licks.
“Ah sugar. Keep this up and I’m going to lose my head,” he said, his hands in her hair, sifting his fingers through the strands as she nipped at his lower chest.
She was going lower. Drawing close to his cock, her hungry lips and tongue tightening his muscles into a mass of anticipation.
“I want to feel you,” she whispered as her lips went lower, licking inches from the head of his dick. “In my mouth. Against my tongue. I want to feel you like I can’t feel you inside me. Without a condom. With nothing but your flesh against me.”
Shit. Hell. Fuck. He was going to come before she ever touched him. If he didn’t get a hold on her—
She got a hold on him instead. Her tongue slid over the head of his cock, her mouth surrounded it, and Kell knew he was lost. His hands tightened further in her hair for long seconds as he fought the need to control it, to keep her from bringing him to release too soon.
Her mouth surrounded the throbbing head, drew it deep, and began to suckle with such innocent pleasure he swore he felt his eyes water.
He had never been tasted, taken with such pleasure. He had never had another woman worship his body, his cock, as his sweet Emily was worshipping him.
“Chère. Sugar. Sweet, sweet Emily,” he groaned, thrusting against her hips with a short jerk of his hips he couldn’t control. “You’re gonna get in trouble with that wicked mouth.”
She shuddered at the sensual threat, then another, harder tremor washed over her as his hand moved from her hair, trailed down her spine then clenched on the rounded curve of her rear.
“Like that, little fox?” he whispered.
The vibration of her approving moan against the flesh of his cock had the hard flesh spasming in warning release.
His fingers clenched again, his lips curving in a tight smile as her suckling faltered. But her moan was just as dangerously exciting.
Slender fingers cupped his balls now as the fingers of her other hand gripped the shaft. And stroked.
Kell drew in a hard breath.