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He shook his head as he walked her over to the side of the pool. He set her down carefully so that her legs dipped in the pool. At the perfect height, the water lapped at her gently, teasing the soft cleft between her legs. Which, now that he thought about it, was his job.
He got comfortable, ducking down in the pool, until he could kiss the inside of Emma’s knee. The debate now was whether to linger, to go slowly, to make her crazy with lust, or to prevent his own imminent heart failure and just eat her uplike a ripe peach.
When she spread her knees and scooted forward, he decided to split the difference. He closed his eyes and licked the soft skin of her inner thigh.
He thought, not for the first time, that life was very, very kind.
Emma gripped the side of the pool, praying she wouldn’t fall back, hit her head and drown. It would be such an embarrassing way to die. But if he kept nibbling on her inner thigh, she knew she was going to pass out from pure bliss.
The water kept sneaking up on her. Touching her gently just at the right spot. It was like a really big tongue. A companion tongue, if you will, to the exceptionally talented mouth of Daniel Rohan.
He kissed the crease where thigh met torso. No one kissed that. She hardly thought of it as a body part. Until this moment. Until he licked along the edge, almost touching her lips, but not quite. He was a madman, a fiend, and she wanted this to last forever.
He chuckled, his vibrations adding a grace note to the tableau.
“What?” she asked.
“You,” he said, his hot breath fanning her moist flesh.
“Me?”
“The way you moan. It makes me nuts.”
“I’m moaning?” she asked.
He laughed. “Uh, yeah.”
“Then I must be having a good time.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
“Must be.” He kissed her, moving just a smidge to his right. “I’m glad I’m not the only one.”
“Oh, God,” she said, as she felt his lips on the edge of her sex. Much warmer.”
He kissed her, on that very sensitive part. It started off gently, then his tongue plunged inside and swept across her palate. He kissed her and kissed her and did things that made her forget everything else. Except his tongue on her. And she never wanted him to stop.
Daniel had to hold on to her tightly. Her wiggling, while letting him know he was doing a good job, was a bit frightening. The last thing he wanted was for Emma to fall and hurt herself.
The good thing was, she was so focused on her body that she didn’t have a bit of self-consciousness. Her moans echoed off the walls and swirled inside his brain. It was everything he could do to continue his lavish attention to her clit and not just pull her into his arms so he could make love with her till they both drowned.
He wanted her to come. He wanted to taste her when she came, he wanted to hear her cries, and he wanted to make sure that she never, ever forgot this night… Any night with him for that matter.
He stopped the slow circles with his tongue, caught the little bud gently between his teeth and flicked at the sensitive flesh. Her hands held his head steady, not that he was going anywhere. Her cries got louder and her whole body started to vibrate. He felt her muscles tense. It was the homestretch.
He focused.
Nothing else existed in the world except where the two bodies met. Her taste excited him as much as her gasping breaths. Then her legs came together, trapping him in that most intimate triangle, and a moment later, she spasmed.
He kept licking, kept flicking, as she bucked against him. The only problem was that he couldn’t see her face. Instead of the quick action he had been using to get her here, he switched to long, slow strokes with his tongue.
Soothing, calming. It worked. The death grip eased from his head, and he was able to take in several much needed breaths. Her cries became whimpers, and then she tugged his hair, wanting him to stop.
He did as she asked, but at the same time he reached behind her and pulled her into the pool. She landed with almost no splash and hooked her arms around his neck.
“Oh, my God,” she said.
“Yes, indeed.” he said.
He smiled at her flushed face, her half closed eyelids, her moist lips. Irresistibly drawn, he kissed her and when he felt her tongue sneak between his lips, he nearly came right there.
“Daniel?” Emma called when he moved slightly away from her. ”
“Let’s go inside,” he said.
He got out of the pool and got two towels from the stack. When he walked back to Emma, she was already out of the pool. Wet, shiny, beautiful, she had her arms wrapped tightly around her chest.
“I want to take you on my bed” he said as he pulled her towards him.
He tossed their towels on the floor as soon as they got to the room, hiking her in his arms, he carried her to the bed. Her back hit the covers and his big, hot body pressed her into the mattress. He kissed her harder, wilder, more insistently , as if a leash on his control had unraveled.
She dug her fingers into his hair. With a hot, low rumble, he kissed her again, then every inch of her received attention from his mouth, his fingers.
His erection pressed against her, creating a delicious pressure where she wanted it most. His hair tickled her cheek as he bent to kiss her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, wanting all of him at once.
“I wanna try something different,” Emma said.
“Yeah? What?”
She didn’t reply. Instead she pushed him and rolled them over so that she was on top, and she knew the situation tonight definitely called for the kind of sex where they’d both break a sweat.
He looked surprised and Emma couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face. Then she straddled his hips and pressed herself against him, testing her own will.
It wasn’t very strong.