The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 8

With his fingers, he spread her p***y wider, touched the tip of his tongue to her c**t. Her whole body came up off the bed and his hands clamped her down again, holding her in place. Her hands were in his hair, pulling him closer. She didn’t care what happened next; all she wanted was for him to not stop, not for anything.

Dean moved up higher and settled his mouth over her fully, his tongue firm and sure. She gave a small scream as his mouth covered her heat, sucking and licking her vulnerable bud in turns, driving her insane. He slipped his hands under her, lifting her to him and he lapped at her juices, loving how she tasted, wanting to suck up every drop of her intense arousal. She twisted on the bed, begging and incoherent, shaking and pulling his face closer, deeper.

She is so f*****g hot, so passionate. Who’d have thought it?

He slid down her now, found her slick channel. She screamed again, louder, as he f****d her with his tongue, in and out, doing what his c**k ached to do. Her thighs were open as far as they could go, her whole body on overload from the sensations he was causing – and he was nowhere near finished yet.

Dean kissed and licked his way back up to her c**t and slid two fingers inside her. Holy hell, she was so f*****g tight… tighter than he’d ever felt a woman before. The thought of how that was going to feel when he got in there made his c**k pulse.

I can’t wait. I need to hear her come.

Emma knew that she looked and sounded completely out of control, but she honestly didn’t care. She was flat on her back, her legs spread, an almost-stranger going down on her, licking and kissing her most intimate places, and she didn’t want to be anywhere else on the whole planet but where she was.

He thrust inside her with his fingers, felt her p***y pulse and pull on them. He flattened his tongue on her c**t and felt her shocked response. He did it again, then again, faster and harder, and she stiffened. Her thighs tensed, her whole body went rigid. He knew she was just waiting for that one last thing to push her over the edge to orgasm… and he gave it to her.

He sucked on her hard bundle of nerves, not letting up at all now. He clamped his mouth down and gently pulled, his tongue snaking out every few seconds to flick her c**t. The combination of hard fingers and soft tongue and firm lips drove her on, made her pleasure reach heights she’d never before imagined.

The sensations became almost unbearable and she sobbed with needing to come now. Her body couldn’t take any more of the sweet torment and when her climax started, she almost passed out from relief and release. The pleasure rippled out from her p***y, in waves that grew more powerful and overwhelming, whiter and hotter, and all she could do was hold onto his head, her fingers tangled in his hair, and come against his mouth.

Dean felt her orgasm shake her, felt her thighs jump helplessly, and he kept his mouth fused to her c**t until she calmed and relaxed. He worked his way back up her body, his tongue moving up her flat belly, his lips caressing her heaving breasts. His hands stroked her hair back from her flushed cheeks, he kissed her eyelids.

He rose above her now and ground his body on hers. She was still shaking from her climax and he felt the moisture dripping down her thighs. He growled and ran the tip of his c**k up and down her belly, teasing and taunting. She gave a small cry and arched against him.

“You’re so f*****g wet, baby,” Dean said. “So hot, so ready.”

She gasped. “Dean…”

“I’m going to f**k you, Emma. I’m going to make you come again, this time with me inside you.”

“Oh, God… yes. Please. Please.”

He lowered his face to hers, kissing her almost savagely. She responded, and he felt her desperation, her need. Dean reached over, got a condom from his bedside table, and she watched as his large hands rolled it down his c**k. She licked her lips and trembled.

He couldn’t wait for her any longer; he had to be inside of that sweet, hot p***y. Now. He moved back between her legs, spread them wider and with a groan, he lowered his mouth to her throat and pushed inside of her. It wasn’t an easy, smooth glide, though. It felt – difficult. Like he was being blocked, somehow. He stopped halfway in, a slow awareness starting to break through his lust.

She’s too tight.

Even as he had the thought, she gasped sharply, her whole body stiffened, and her knees shot up and tightened around his hips, holding him in place so he couldn’t move any deeper. None of it was right: the sound and tension and movement weren’t from passion at all, and that knowledge stopped him cold. Dean raised himself on his forearms and looked down at her. What he saw brought him back to earth with a crash.

Emma had her head turned away from him, her cheek pressed into the pillow, eyes closed tight. Her hand was clutching the sheet so hard, he could see the whites of her knuckles.

Fuck. What’s wrong here?