With her gaze locked on his, she edged her way down until she was between his legs and her breath caressed his c**k. She licked the length of him, and air whooshed from his lungs. She took him all the way in her mouth, and his hands grasped the blanket beneath them as he strained toward her. She trailed her tongue up and down, then around, savoring the hot, hard feel of him, loving the power she held over his body.
Tickling his balls with her fingernails, she quickened her pace, then slowed again when she could feel him tensing more.
“Emma,” he said, more a moan than a word. “Please.”
She stopped. “Please what?”
“I want you,” he whispered.
“Now?”
“Now.”
She took her time, playing her fingers along the ridges of his c**k. She loved how big he was. Deliciously big. Her fingers grazed
