Page 86 of Your Rule to Break

My hands grip her ass, the skin soft and tantalizing, and my tongue sweeps across the seam of her lips—it’s like she's the breath I've been dying to take.

I walk her to the bedroom, her fingers tangled in my hair. I bite her lip and she pulls my hair in response.

“You told me to use my teeth,” I tease into our kiss.

I’m at the side of the king size bed when I toss her onto the mattress. Her hands immediately feel up her body, stopping at her perfecttits. When she rolls her nipples in her own fingers, I’m about to come unglued.

I hover my body over hers, my knees pressing into the bed on each side of her thighs. I replace her hands with mine, before my mouth gets to work. Emilie cries out when I flick her nipple with my tongue while squeezing the other with my fingers.

Her back arches off the bed, and her hips try to meet mine when I go from sucking to light biting, changing the pace and the pressure.

Fuck, this is a dream.

Emilie pushes me back and bunches my shirt in her hands.

“Too many clothes,” she whines and then helps with the buttons. I toss my shirt to the floor, and Emilie uses her fingernails to rake down the front of me, her fingers touching my core.

She sits up as I lean back, and she has her hands on my belt. It’s a joint effort when we get my pants unzipped and she puts her hands on the inside of my briefs’ waistband. She teases me, making sure to lick her lips the second my eyes catch hers. My pants are down and it’s just my dick straining against my briefs.

“Off,” she pleads with her voice husky and full of breath.

“Only if you touch yourself,” I barter.

And what does my girl do? She lays back and slowly puts her fingers over the charcoal lace of her panties. Emilie bites her lip and closes her eyes while she rubs over the fabric.

“Tell me how wet you are for me, baby,” I urge, putting my hands on my hips, because I’m about to start stroking my cock or touching her, and I don’t want to rush this. We’ve waited long enough.

Emilie pulls her knees up, bending them and giving me more of a view. Her finger dips into herself, under the fabric, and my mouth is watering. Electricity sparks and sizzles on my skin, trying to be patient.

She moans as she inserts another finger.

“Come feel for yourself,” she baits me without opening her eyes or moving her fingers.

I take my mouth and blow close to her center before biting the top of her panties and pulling them down to her knees, my mouth so close to her clit. She’s still touching herself and seeing her fingers buried inside make me lose it.

I hold myself up but use my tongue with her fingers. She tastes sweet and I'll never get enough of this.

“Fucking soaked for me.” My voice is low and rocky.

Emilie tries to hum a response but her back bucks off the bed when I use my tongue on her clit.

One of my hands runs up her thigh, and I use the other to remove her hand and slowly insert a single finger. Pulling it out, painfully slow for the both of us, I change the position of my mouth and pick up the pace of my tongue.

“More,” she begs.

I insert two fingers this time but still refuse to match the pace of my tongue.

Emilie cries out, “Zack! I’m close,” and hearing her say my name like that has ruined me for everyone else.

Chapter 45

Emilie

My body is likea firecracker, the fuse about to detonate. Every touch of Zack’s hands, mouth, tongue, lips has this ache in my low belly screaming. It grows with each second, with every swipe of his tongue, every kiss to the inside of my thigh.

He pulls back from my pussy, and I sit up, like there’s a thread connecting us. Like I need him back.

Zack takes a foil packet from the side table, slides his briefs down, his dick springing out. Seeing him hard for me has my orgasm just within reach. He opens the condom and covers himself.