“Want me to help you take the edge off?” He bent low, his fingers gliding back and forth in her slickness. Her hips 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 hips rising to meet the thrust of his fingers. “Oh dear God. Your fingers!”
Damn. She wasn’t sensitive, she was on fucking fire. He thrust his fingers deep again, and when she quivered around him, he pushed his face against her pussy, 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 pussy 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 pussy 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 pussy 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 fucking cute as hell. He moved up to kiss her, settling his aching cock against the cradle of her pussy 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 clit 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 fuck me, Jericho.”
The way she said his name was incredibly sexy. Damn sexy. That, on top of her demanding that he fuck 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.
“Fuck me, Jericho,” she murmured in the sexiest damn voice he’d ever heard.
He didn’t need any more persuading. With a movement of his hips, he thrust deep, and then he was inside her tight, hot warmth. She screamed again, clawing at his back. This time, when she clenched, he felt it around his cock, not just his fingers. And she felt amazing.
“Jericho,” she cried out, throwing her head back as he thrust again. “You’re killing me!”