Page 89 of The Scarab's Game
I slipped two fingers into her warmth, her slick heat enveloping me. Her hips bucked, seeking more, and I obliged. Curling my fingers, I found the sweet spot inside her that made her shudder, while my mouth continued its assault on her sensitive nub.
Her breath caught, her grip on my hair tightening. She was close, but I took my time, wanting her to revel in every moment.
“Fuck, Emmett,” she panted, her hips grinding against my face. “Don’t stop.”
Fuck stopping.
I kept up my steady rhythm, fingers pumping in and out of her, my tongue swirling and flicking. Her inner walls began to pulse around my fingers, her body tensing as she climbed higher and higher.
Suddenly, she cried out, her climax crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body shook as she rode out the crest of her orgasm, and she held my head right where it wanted to stay. I didn’t slow until she went limp, her fingers slipping from my hair, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
I slowly withdrew, giving her one last, gentle lick that made her quiver.
Jenn’s eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. There was a satisfaction in her gaze, a contentment that made my chest…
What was my chest doing? It was more than my pulse pounding or the knowledge I’d brought her to ecstasy. There was something else.
Something warm? And happy?
No, no, no.
Jenn was the first woman I’d been with since?—
Stop thinking about the kidnapping.That was all it was. Not a feeling. My long dry spell was screwing with my brain. There werenofeelings involved.
“Wow,” she breathed.
I stood, skimming my hands up her sides, over her breasts, until I cupped her face again. “You only asked for a kiss, but I hope the rest was all right?”
She lifted onto her toes, encouraging me to kiss her again. Her soft hum when our mouths met increased that strange feeling inside my chest.
Sneaking a hand around her as we kissed, I undid her bra, preparing for round two. “Stay here.”
Jenn nodded, her hair a mess, her lips thick from my assault. I strode into the bedroom, my dick hard enough to pound nails. I grabbed a few condoms from my toiletry bag. If this was going to be one night only, it was going to be an unforgettable one.
I returned to find her teasing her own nipples, the rosy peaks taut with need. I gave one sharp tug of her hair to expose her throat. My teeth grazed the length of her neck, drawing a desperate sound from her. Her spine arched, surrendering herself to my mouth. When I bit down lightly near her collarbone, her cry sent a jolt through my body.
I’d wanted to do that for so long.
My fingers slid down her stomach, over her silky skin, to the thatch of curls between her legs. She moaned as I played with her, then gasped when I pushed two fingers inside her again.
Her sex clamped around me, and she slapped one needy hand over mine. She rocked her hips, guiding my hand as I pumped my fingers in and out. Her pants and moans filled the room, and she let go of me to tug at my belt, fumbling with the buckle. “Get these off.”
I withdrew my fingers to help, unfastening my pants and shoving them down far enough to free my cock. I tore the condom wrapper, sheathed myself, and lifted her against the wall. “This doesn’t hurt your knees, does it?”
“They’re fine.”
“You ready for this, honey?”
“Yes.”
I held under her ass, letting my tip play at her entrance. She was so wet and ready. So easy to drive inside her. Her pussy gripped me like a vise. I wanted to take my time, to savor her luscious body, but my cock had other plans. I drove into her, again and again, taking my fill. “Fuck, yes, Jenn.”
Her head dropped back, and she latched one leg higher up my back to give me better access.
“Oh, god, Emmett,” she panted. “Yes, yes, yes.”
My lips found her throat again, and she mewled. Her inner walls spasmed, milking my cock, and I had to grit my teeth to hold on. I wanted to come, but not yet. Not until she came again.