He must still be asleep, because the Emmy he knew didn’t seem the sort of girl to play dirty in bed. But if this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up. The woman he’d long assumed was a nice girl in every aspect of her character was proving that even the princess-types sometimes like to get a bit naughty.
And he hoped she could take it as well as she could dish it out.
He wasn’t as young as he’d once been, and an instant rebound from coming to being good to go wasn’t going to happen, so he’d need a way to distract her until he could make love to her properly. He wanted to give her a taste of what she’d given him.
Once again he kissed his way down her belly, enjoying every squirm and appreciative moan she graced him with along the way. This time, there were no pants or underwear to distract him from staying on task. He kissed her mound, and she gasped lightly, though he hadn’t yet begun doing what he intended. He hoped by the time he was through she’d be doing more than just gasping.
Tucker wanted a lot of things from Emmy, but more than anything, he wanted to please her. It was why he asked for her help on the field, and he was fairly certain he’d follow that desire to hell and back if it would make her happy. At the moment, his need to satisfy her had a very logical outlet, one he’d been desperate to act on for months.
He slid a finger inside her, finding her much wetter than he’d dared hope. She wriggled against his slightest touch, arching herself towards him for more. Closing his eyes, he reveled in the movement of her body, making note of how she responded to each crook and twist so he knew exactly what did it for her.
He’d never had a partner be quite so responsive. Tucker had thought he’d had amazing sex in the past, but that was all before Emmy. He hadn’t even buried himself inside her yet, and she was already, by far, the most engaging woman he’d ever been with. She made him believe every kiss and lick and touch was the best she’d felt, and that stroked his ego in a way no verbal compliment could.
Slipping another finger between her folds, he stroked the sensitive tissue around her clit, using her wetness to ease the slide of his fingers. When she began to twitch, her feet braced on his shoulders, he stooped low and spread her wide before him so he could see her perfectly. Her damp curls framed swollen pink lips, and it was an invitation he couldn’t resist. He licked her, keeping his tongue rigid until he reached her clit, where he gave a teasing flick over the bud, making her yelp.
With each pass of his tongue, he lavished more and more attention on her core until she was squirming and gasping, mewling out noises he’d never heard before. When she clasped his hair and ground her hips up to meet his mouth, he slid a finger inside her and curved it back, stroking her from the inside and the out in equal measure.
Her body tensed everywhere—her thighs and feet and in the contracting walls of her pussy. This was the reaction he’d been hoping for, and her satisfaction was right within his reach. He picked up the pace of his tongue until she pulled his hair almost painfully and screamed, “Tucker, oh my God, Tucker. Yes. Yesyesyesyes…” all before the words became garbled and her orgasm crested. He stilled his tongue and kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh, causing her to shiver. When she let go of his hair, he looked up at her.
“How’re you doing?” he asked her.
Emmy gave a limp thumbs-up, then patted him on the head.
“Good,” he said. His erection had returned, harder than before, spurned by the intensity of her arousal and the force of her orgasm. If he could do that with his tongue and fingers, he wanted to show her how he could treat her with his whole body.
He’d been prepared to go at it short and dirty, just to come again, but now that he’d experienced her orgasm, he was intent on giving her another one.
Tucker propped himself on his elbows, gently kissing the skin below her navel, then each of her hipbones. Emmy ran her fingers through his hair, her own coif twice as messy as it had been before they’d begun. She must have been doing some epic thrashing while he’d gone down on her to result in that level of tangle.
He kneeled on the edge of the bed, parting her knees to accommodate his body. Her eyes closed, and a lazy, happy smile spread over her lips when he touched her between her legs, finding her still wet and ready for him.
Guiding his cock to her opening, he ran the head over the lips of her pussy, slicking his skin with her wetness, closing his eyes to better focus on the dizzying sensation of it. He wanted to thrust hard, bury himself deep inside her and come again, but he brought himself to his senses as soon as the notion crossed his mind.