Page 87 of Secrets on Ice

“Fuck, Em.” I groan against her lips. “You’re so fucking wet for me already.” I slide two thick fingers inside her, curling them just right, stroking that spot that makes her gasp and shudder. She’s so tight, so hot, clenching around my fingers like her body is begging for more. My thumb circles her clit in tight, relentless strokes while I kiss her neck, sucking lightly on her pulse point.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, voice low and filthy against her ear. “Ride my fingers. Let me feel how much you need this.”

She rocks against my hand, desperate and needy, soft moans spilling from her lips as I fuck her with my fingers slow and deep at first, then faster, my thumb circling her swollen clit.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I growl, biting her earlobe. “So wet and perfect. Come for me, Em. Let me feel you fall apart on my hand.”

She comes hard, clenching around my fingers with a broken cry of my name, her whole body shaking as the orgasm crashes through her. I don’t stop, I keep fucking her through it, drawing it out, milking every last pulse until she’s trembling and gasping, tears slipping down her cheeks from the intensity.

When she finally comes down, she looks at me like I just rewired her entire world, eyes wide, lips parted, her breathing ragged.

“Um … wow.” She stares at me with amazement in her eyes. “I’ve never … um, you know …”

“Come,” I say the word.

She nods. “Yeah … um … so quickly before.” I raise a brow. “I mean with my own fingers, yes, but not with …”

“Someone.” I finish her words for her.

“Yeah.”

I slowly bring my fingers to my lips. I taste her slowly, deliberately, sucking every drop of her slickness off my fingers while holding her gaze the entire time. She looks wrecked, lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes wide like she can’t believe what she’s seeing.

“Fuck, Em.” I groan, voice low and filthy. “You taste so fucking good.”

She whimpers, thighs trembling around my hips. I slide my hand back between her legs, fingers teasing her swollen, sensitive clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles.

“You’ve been missing this for years, haven’t you?” I murmur against her ear, voice dark. “No one’s ever made you come like that before. Kevin never made you this wet, never made you shake and cry on his fingers like a desperate little slut, did he?”

She gasps, hips jerking against my hand.

“I’m not that inexperienced boy you lost your virginity to anymore. I can make this tight little cunt feel things you’ve never even dreamed of.” I lean in, brushing my lips against hers, voice low and teasing.

“Tell me you don’t want me to do that again. Tell me you don’t want me to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you forget his name.”

Her breath hitches, eyes glassy with lust.

I smirk, pressing my fingers a little harder against her clit. “Or maybe you want me to drop to my knees right now and eat this pussy until you’re screaming my name. Would you like that, Em? Would you like me to show you what a real man can do to you?”

She lets out a shaky, desperate sound, hips rolling against my hand.

“Yes,” she whispers, voice breaking. “Please … I want it.”

I push her back against the kitchen island, open her legs, and bury my face between them. The first long, slow lick has her gasping, hands flying to my hair. I groan against her, tasting her properly, sweet, wet, addictive.

“Fuck, you taste even better than I remember,” I growl, licking her again, slower, savoring her. “So, fucking sweet. So, fucking wet for me.”

I suck her clit into my mouth, tongue flicking fast, and she cries out, thighs shaking around my head. I slide two fingers back inside her, curling them deep, fucking her while I eat her like a man starved.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her pussy, voice muffled. “Ride my face. Use me. Let me make you come all over my tongue.”

She’s moaning, hips grinding against my mouth, completely lost. I suck harder, fingers pumping faster, and she falls apart again, crying out my name, thighs clamping around my head as she comes hard, soaking my tongue. I don’t stop until she’s trembling, gasping, pushing at my head because it’s too much.

When I finally pull back, my chin is wet with her, lips swollen. I look up at her, eyes dark. She stares at me, breathing hard, looking completely ruined and utterly beautiful.

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