“Are you going to get undressed?” She asked him, tilting her head a little. “Or am I the only one that gets to be naked?”
“Hell no,” he said. “If my pants get any tighter, I’m going to start losing circulation.”
She giggled again and put her hands on his belt, tugging him toward her. “Poor baby. Let me help with that.” Her fingers expertly worked on the tie to his sleep pants. With quick hands, she pushed the soft fabric down his h*ps and his briefs followed behind. She wiggled her eyebrows at him and stood up, tugging his shirt over his head in such a way that her br**sts rubbed up and down his chest with her movements.
He groaned at the feel of her skin against his. “Tease.”
“It’s only a tease if there’s no prize at the end. If there is, it’s not teasing, just anticipation.”
Damn, she was a sexy little flirt. He liked that. Jericho let the rest of his clothing drop to the floor with hers and kicked it aside. Then they were both naked, and her hungry gaze moved over him, her hands skating along the planes of his stomach, following his tattoos. “Wow.”
“You like?”
“I like,” she breathed, her fingers dancing across the tribal covering his shoulder. “This must have taken forever.”
“I’m a patient man. I like to take my time if I know the reward at the end is going to be worth it.” With that, he grabbed her by the h*ps and pushed her backward onto her big, circular bed. “Shall I show you?”
She nodded, her eyes wide, and she looked damn sultry underneath him with her br**sts shivering with her movements, her blonde hair curling around her head. His Emily was sensitive because she hadn’t had sex in a while, eh? He wondered just how sensitive she was.
His hands went to her thighs and he pushed them apart, spreading them wide on the bed and pushing her knees forward until they almost hit her shoulders. He watched her face pinken a little at the vulnerable position, but she didn’t push him away.
And damn, she was gorgeous like this. The lips of her sex were revealed to him, all plump and pink, surrounded by blonde curls darker than the ones on her head. Her pu**y was perfect – slick with desire and waiting for his touch.
Jericho took two fingers and brushed them down the wet seam of her, watching her reaction. Her entire body seemed to shiver in response, making those gorgeous br**sts of hers shake. A low moan escaped her throat.
“Sensitive?” He asked again.
Her hands moved over her head and she clenched at the bedcovers. “God, yes.”
“Want me to help you take the edge off?” He bent low, his fingers gliding back and forth in her slickness. Her h*ps rose with every touch of his fingers, and he moved his mouth to the apex of her hips, right above those sweet curls. “I can make you come hard and come fast.”
She shuddered underneath him, writhing. “Please.”
“You got a vibe or you want me to use my tongue?” He really wanted to use his tongue, but the thought of Emily squirming on the end of a vibrator had its own appeal.
She shook her head. “No. My ex didn’t like it that I came harder with those than with him.”
“Clearly he was doing something wrong then,” Jericho said, and slid his paired fingers deep inside her warmth.
Emily groaned and nearly came off the bed, her h*ps rising to meet the thrust of his fingers. “Oh dear God. Your fingers!”
Damn. She wasn’t sensitive, she was on f**king fire. He thrust his fingers deep again, and when she quivered around him, he pushed his face against her pu**y, his tongue seeking her clit. He found it, poking out with need, and began to lick circles around it, tracing the hood with his tongue.
Emily screamed.
He looked up, startled, just in time to see her clap her hands over her mouth.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “I think I just got a little carried away.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said, bending over her pu**y again. “I like hearing you scream. In fact, I’m going to see if I can do it again.” He pressed his mouth to her hot, wet skin again, and began to lick the lips of her pu**y slowly, decadently.
Above him, Emily gave a muffled groan, as if she was biting on her knuckles.
He didn’t let up, didn’t even look up to see her reaction. He knew it based on how wet she was, the quivers of her thighs that rocked through her with every flick of tongue, the way she clenched around him every time he thrust his fingers. She was reacting, all right. But she wasn’t screaming, and he wanted that again. Who knew that sweet, demure, cookie-making Emily was such a demon in bed?
Jericho thrust his fingers deep again and scissored them even as he began to suck hard on her clit. That elicited another small scream from her. Encouraged, he repeated the motion, and then began to increase his pace. Emily’s scream got louder, and by the time she came nearly a full minute later, she was clinging to his head and crying out his name at the top of her lungs.
And damn, that was some seriously gratifying shit. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her as she came, her pu**y clenching around his fingers with the ripples of her orgasm. She panted like she’d been running, clinging to his shoulders. “Oh. Sweet. Heavens.” She wheezed. “Damn. You’re good at that, Jericho. I think my walls just came tumbling down.”
“That was the worst pun ever,” he told her. The worst, but f**king cute as hell. He moved up to kiss her, settling his aching c**k against the cradle of her pu**y in a sweet torment. She clung to his lips, moaning even as he kissed her, and her legs went around his waist. “That take the edge off a little?”
“Think it made it worse,” she breathed. “I think I’m still coming.”
“You are?” He slid a hand between them, past his fiercely aching cock, to brush against her cl*t again. He watched as she threw her head back and cried out, and he felt her shudder against him again. “You are seriously primed, Emily.”
“Oh God, I am,” she said, clinging to him. “I think I just need you to f**k me, Jericho.”
The way she said his name was incredibly sexy. Damn sexy. That, on top of her demanding that he f**k her? All his plans of a slow, thorough, hours-long sex session went out the window. He pressed another quick kiss to her mouth and detangled from her limbs, heading for his discarded jacket. He got out his condom and rolled it on his cock, and then returned to Emily, who accepted him with open arms and an eager mouth.
“You’re so beautiful, Emily,” he whispered against her mouth, then captured her lips in a long, thorough, possessive kiss that told her exactly what he planned on doing to her. She whimpered under his mouth and her arms went around his neck, one of her bare feet rubbing along his thigh.