Blues like the shades of a churning ocean filled my view.
“You won’t disappoint me.”
A small smile brought turquoise calm to the churning sea.
Without another word, I stood and offered her my hand.
With her palm in mine, I sensed a slight tremble of insecurity. That emotion wasn’t alone. I also felt her excitement as I took her to the large rug in front of the fireplace. Tugging on her silky shorts, I pulled them down her shapely legs until she was standing completely nude. I walked around her, then eased her long locks behind her shoulders to expose her round breasts.
Her red nipples displayed the evidence of my earlier attention.
It was the first time I’d seen her, all of her. In the past, I’d compared Emma to a fine wine, but seeing her standing in front of me, she was more. Emma North was a goddamned masterpiece created for me. No sculptor could create the perfectly placed planes, mounds, and curves. I couldn’t look away from her faultlessness.
“Spread your legs.”
A shiver washed over her as she obeyed.
Taking a step back, I saw the way the firelight reflected off her inner thighs, more evidence of her arousal. The goose bumps gracing her soft alabaster skin weren’t from the temperature. On the contrary, the fireplace opening was nearly her height, the flames crackling within radiating heat.
“Kneel for me, like you were, on your heels.”
With the grace of a gazelle, Emma folded her body, bending one leg and then the other, keeping her blue gaze set on me.
“You won’t leave this room without pleasure. First, I’m going to make you wait.”
Her eyes opened wider.
“It’s my turn.”
Her breathing quickened and her pink tongue darted to her lips. If it wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever seen... I’d had meetings and gatherings where women and men flaunted their attributes while grinding to music in what many considered lewd and crude performances. Not one of those exhibitions ever did for me what Emma was doing right now.
Pushing down my boxer briefs, I freed my hard cock.
“Do you know what I want?”
Emma nodded. “You want me to suck you.”
Come glistened on the tip of my penis.
“What do you want?”
Her neck and spine straightened. “I want that too.”
“Don’t open your mouth.”
Using my cock like a giant tube of lipstick, I painted her pink lips. Her eyes closed as I covered her lips in my gloss. “Lick it.”
Emma didn’t hesitate, her tongue winding all around like a kitten who’d just finished her saucer of milk. Her eyes widened as she stared up and waited for my commands. “Hands behind your back and mouth open.”
Fuck, her soft lips and warm mouth were almost too much.
I hadn’t worked this hard for this long to blow my load in seconds. My feet spread apart as she took me as far as she could, bobbing her head. It was heaven and fucking hell all rolled into one. My mind was so wrapped up in her amazing mouth that I hadn’t noticed how she’d moved, sitting upward with her petite hands on my thighs.
The rush within me built fast.
I weaved my fingers in her long hair as my hips pistoned against her. The suite filled with my rapid breaths and Emma’s mews. I began to pull out, reminding myself that this woman was my fucking queen, not a whore, but her hands had moved again, gripping the back of my thighs. Looking down, I was mesmerized, lost in her pose and poise.
Emma was a queen with the regal touch of a whore.