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I shuddered against him. Why did that sound so good, I wondered for a moment just before I registered that we were in the living room. The large, overstuffed couch was just in front of us.
“If I don’t get my tongue in your pussy right now, I’m going to lose my fucking head. I promise I’ll take it slow, but right now, I just need a taste.”
I was unable to form words as I slipped free and fell back onto the couch, shoving at my pants with need. Emerson gripped the end and helped me tear them free of my body.
“Finally,” I muttered as I flopped back and tried to smooth my hair from my face. “Emerson, there’s just one thing…” My words died off as Emerson Brooks dropped to his knees beside the sofa and, with an enormous hand on each knee, pulled my legs wide open.
I should’ve been nervous. I thought I’d be nervous.
But instead, I just preened in front of him, watching his face as he stared with unabashed hunger down at my most private part. He looked at me one more time, as if to gauge my emotions, before he leaned to press a small kiss to the top of my slit.
I moaned instantly, almost painful sparks of pleasure following the touch of his body on mine. “Em—” I mumbled.
The broad flat of his tongue swept up and over me, licking me from bottom to top in a long, slow move.
And with that, I surrendered any preconceived belief that I might be able to go back to normal life after this. It was going to wreck me in the most beautiful, pleasurable way.
“Dear God,” Emerson said, pulling away on a breath. “Whitney, you’re just as sweet as I knew you’d be.”
I arched my back then, letting my hand slip down to his head, feeling the silky dark strands as they tangled in my fingers. I wasn’t sure whether I was pushing him away or pulling him in. But it didn’t matter, because a moment later, Emerson pressed his face into my pussy.
He was gentle, but in the most overwhelming way. It was as if I thought I was in control, and he was letting me think that. But there was no way I was in charge anymore. I might have been planning to seduce him, but I’d had no idea who I was dealing with. Because this man, he was so in tune with me, so deep inside my heart and soul that I never should’ve tried to keep him out.
Mine, I thought briefly, letting my second hand rise up to cup one of my lace-covered breasts again. They were almost too sensitive for any real play. But I knew what I liked, and I brushed my fingers over the tip again and again as Emerson’s thick tongue tormented my pussy.
I had played with myself plenty. It was my favorite form of self-care. I knew the instant that my body started to fall off that edge. I wanted to warn Emerson, or at the least tell him to ease up, because I usually needed to focus.
But those words died on my tongue as he pulled away only enough to speak. “Getting so close, aren’t you, beautiful? Let me feel your come on my tongue. Let me have it.”
I went off like a firecracker, every muscle in my body rigid and desperate as Emerson smoothed his tongue around my clit then swept it down to my core again, pressing deep inside. He was making good on his claim. He wanted to feel me come in his mouth. And right now, that sounded like the very best idea he’d ever had.
“Fuck,” I shouted, fingers scraping his scalp as wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure rolled up my body from where Emerson feasted on me.
I clenched around his tongue more times than I could count, and then slowly, almost shakily, my mind tried to make sense of what had just happened. I loosened my fingers, almost regretful for how hard I had pulled.
Emerson’s tongue was still gently licking me, his face relaxed as his eyes met mine. After one last, harsh lick, he turned his head to bite into the softness of my thigh, making me squeak.
“One is not nearly enough, but I’ll let you rest if you need it.”
I looked up at him looming over me. Still completely dressed in his suit pants and dress shirt. The heavy bulge of his cock outlined clearly beneath the fabric.
“What?”
Emerson grinned. “I’m planning on doing that to you until neither of us can move. But you seemed like you needed a moment.”
I stared, my mouth a little ajar. “Until neither of us can move?”
“Unless you’d rather I didn’t?”
I shook my head quickly. Then, before I lost the confidence that earth-shattering orgasm had brought me, I gripped his hand in mine. “You have never had a better idea. But before I let this madness”—he gave me a long, appraising look—“go any further, you need to know something.”
Emerson nodded, his face brightening as he settled back on his heels a little. I pushed myself up higher on the cushions, resisting the urge to moan as my still-quaking core ended up resting on the edge.
“I need you to know that whatever this is, whatever you feel. I feel it too. I feel it deep, deep in my bones that there is something between us.”
The grin he gave me was so out of place on his face, for a moment I almost reared back. But not quite. “Whitney…”
“And I need to tell you that you, us…” I pointed between us, at the bulk of his cock and the nearly obscene way my legs were sprawled wide. “This is my first time with someone, Emerson.”
