He yanked down her shorts and swim bottoms in one quick motion, spreading her legs open, looking into her eyes, and waiting for her to say the magic word. When she finally realized what was happening, she nodded.
“Yes, please,” she whimpered, and he launched at her. His lips locked onto her soft, pink lower ones, his tongue parting them and taking in her sweet taste that had him gripping her thighs tightly.
Emma leaned her head back and bit down hard on her fist as he tasted her. Giving her something to ease the frustration between them.
“Ah-ha,” she choked out as he continued to feast on her. Driving her to the edge in slow, unforgiving movements.
“Now this, I will do this any time you ask, baby. You taste so good, even better than my dreams,” Matt said as Emma trembled beneath him
