She came again.
Finally he felt a tug at his ears. “Stop, Erik. Please. I can’t take any more.”
He lifted his head, allowing the lace material to fall back into place. “Good?”
Emma fell back onto the pillows. “Oh, shit.”
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” he said, wiping her slickness from his mouth and sliding up to kiss her. She didn’t shy away from the taste of herself, another mark in her favor. He loved a lusty woman, one who didn’t pull back from adventure...from getting really down and dirty in bed.
“You wore me out,” she said, brushing another kiss against his lips. “But it’s time for you to beg, Mr. Matheson.”
She pushed him back, rising to her knees, her pajama top still on but parted so her breasts teased him. The air was chilly, so her nipples were hard but her body felt warm enough. She kissed him, twining her arms around him, twisting her fingers in his hair. She kissed him in a way he would never have expected Emma to kiss him—hard, passionately and with wild abandon. Everything about her was so giving...so, so damned sexy.
Drawing back, she traced the ridge of his shoulder. “Are you cold?”
He shook his head. “Not after that. You are so gorgeous. Thank you.”
She didn’t look at him. Instead, she ran her fingers down his chest. “What for?”
“For not letting me talk myself out of this. I’ve never been so hot for someone before. You’re driving me crazy, lady.”
“Mmm,” she said, leaning forward and flicking his nipple with her tongue before nipping him. He drew back with an inaudible hiss. But then he stilled himself as she dropped tiny kisses down his stomach, ringing his belly button, hooking her fingers in the waistband of his boxers.
Quickly she slid them down and his cock wagged out to greet her.
Wrapping a hand around his length, she looked up at him. “Very nice.”
The pressure of her hand was such sweet torture, but her words of approval were an equal turn-on. She moved her hand slowly, teasing him. Then she cupped his balls, giving them a light squeeze. Erik nearly came right then and there.
“And since you had a taste, it’s only fair, right?” she asked, but she didn’t wait for permission. She bent, thrusting her ass deliciously into the air, and licked the tip of his cock.
“Ah,” Erik breathed, reaching immediately for the golden hair that spilled against his thighs. He pulled it to one side so he could watch her mouth work him.
Grasping the shaft, she wrapped her hand around his rigid length and fastened her pretty mouth around the head of his cock. Slowly and confidently, she began to move.
“Oh, sweet mother of...” He couldn’t finish his thought. His entire length was consumed by her and she knew what she was doing, giving pressure, lightening it, releasing her fingers to make a circle lubricated with her saliva, which gave a mind-numbing sensation.
Damned if Miss Emma Rose wasn’t incredible at giving head.
He could feel his orgasm building, balls tightening.
It was as if she knew and she slowed her machinations, the pressure on his shaft lifting. She pulled her mouth from him and looked up. “Good?”
He nodded because he had no words and he didn’t want to ejaculate yet. He wanted to sink inside her. Of course, as close as he was to coming, there wouldn’t be much of an effort given.
Emma leaned forward and ran her tongue over the tip again. “You know what you have to say.”
He almost laughed. But couldn’t. “Please.”
“Good boy,” she said, taking him into her mouth again, wrapping her hand around his length, resuming the steady rhythm that had him thrusting his hips forward. The sensation built again, harder and stronger, and then he couldn’t stop if he tried. He rode the lightning of his orgasm, pumping into her mouth, half horrified at himself, half out of his mind with pleasure.
Emma didn’t stop working him, the torturous pleasure went on and on, making chill bumps ripple over his body. With one last grunt, he emptied himself fully.
She lifted her eyes and unwound her hand from his length. With light suction, she pulled her mouth from him and then scrambled off the bed. He collapsed backward onto the pillows, breathing hard, embarrassed that he couldn’t control himself.
There was just something about Emma that made him lose all focus. All control. This wasn’t supposed to happen, but there was no way he’d ever regret it.
Besides, they had some unfinished business that the box of condoms could help them with.