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The way Jem’s eyes widen slightly at the sight of my dick has masculine pride rushing through me.
“You’ll take me.” My statement is a dark promise.
She swallows hard and then sits on the end of the bed, her gaze still locked on my dick. I stalk toward her like a predator hunting its prey. Because that’s what she’s become with all of her sassy attitude and lush curves. My prey.
I place a hand on her shoulder and guide her back, until she’s lying on the bed, her legs dangling toward the floor. Kneeling, I ignore the pull of the stitches in my leg as I throw her leg over my shoulder, and with no preamble or warm-up, I drag my tongue through the length of her slit.
Watching the muscles in her stomach contract, her body bowing in pleasure at the exact moment I become addicted to the taste of her arousal, makes me lose my mind.
“Oh fuck. Shit. Fuck,” she bites out, her hands finding their way into my hair and tugging lightly. She thrusts her hips against my mouth, her cunt dragging along my lips and chin. I dip my tongue toward her entrance and then fuck her with it. She shivers against my mouth, and a dark thrill courses up my spine. One of my hands is wrapped around the thigh thrown over my shoulder, and the other is holding her other leg open, giving me all the room I need to eat her like a starving man.
I suck her clit into my mouth, a keening moan from her egging me on until I’m lost in the feel of her plump pussy against my mouth.
“Boone,” she cries.
Dragging my hand from her thigh, I trail a finger up the seam of her before pressing inside. The muscles in her pussy grab at my finger, the flutters enough to make me feral.
She’s close. So fucking close that she’s fucking my face, all of her control gone.
Perfect.
I pull back and blow lightly on her hot, wet flesh, edging her while slowing us down. “You’ll get there, Buttercup, but not before I’m ready for you to.”
The pressure in my dick is impossible to ignore, and I reach down and stroke myself for a little bit of relief. It’s not enough, not nearly enough to satisfy me, but it’s all I’m getting until Jem’s a panting mess.
“Do I need to start counting again?” she sasses, her frustration at being denied an orgasm evident.
I press a kiss against her clit, chuckling lightly at the irritation in her tone. “You can count how many times I make you come for me, but that’s the only counting you’ll do tonight.”
With the promise, I suck her back into my mouth, my tongue dancing around the bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex. Her hips immediately start to ride my face and I give in to her. Pressing a second finger into her tight heat and curling my fingers, I search for the textured patch of flesh. Once I find it, I press against it, rubbing while lapping at her clit.
“Oh fuck. Shit. Boone. Right there. Please don’t stop.”
I don’t stop. Not even when her body shakes with release. My fingers and tongue work her through the orgasm, until her leg starts to tremble against my cheek, and I lighten the laps of my tongue to bring her down slowly.
Pulling my fingers out of her, I press one last kiss to her swollen nub of nerves.
Her leg falls from my shoulder, and she melts into a puddle of pleased woman on the mattress.
I kiss my way up her stomach, dropping sucking kisses to her breasts before I find her mouth with mine. Knowing that she can taste her come on my tongue makes heat rush through me.
“Boone,” she gasps. “That was…”
“I know,” I whisper back. The cockiness of my reply is lost to the intimacy between us. I drop my mouth back to hers in a lighter kiss. A teasing taste of her across my tongue.
If someone said that I’d have Jem Mayfield coming on my tongue after a day of us being snowed in together, I would have laughed at them.
But here I am. With a sexy goddess of a woman in my bed and no plans to let her out of it anytime soon.
“I need a minute. One minute and then I’m going to rock your whole world,” she says against my lips when I break the kiss.
I laugh and run my hand down her side. “Take your time; I’m not going anywhere.”
Her hands drift to my chest and a bubble surrounds us. A bubble of us. Of me and her here in the moment.
I don’t know what I’m going to do when the bubble pops, so I’ll take it while I can get it.
“Mmm,” she mumbles with her eyes still closed.
