Its been a while. Below the break is a Emmrook piece I am working on. NSFW. The next chapter for Seven Weeks.
His hands slid up, palms skimming the outside of her thighs, catching on the hem of her shorts.
“Waiting,” he added softly, “for me to taste you.”
Ivy took a sharp, sudden breath. He raised her hips slightly to pull down her shorts, the material momentarily snagging on her curves before slipping below her knees. With her heart racing, she assisted in freeing them.
He looked up at her then, kneeling between her thighs, hair a little mussed, lips already slightly reddened from her earlier bite. The intensity of his stare seemed to thin the air.
“Comfortable, my love?” Emmrich asked, voice gone deeper now, rough with affection and want.
She swallowed, fingers tightening on the arms of the chair. “Y–yeah.”
“Splendid,” he murmured, his hands tracing the backs of her thighs, possessively guiding her into the position he desired. “Remain in that position. Keep your hands on the arms. Do not move unless I tell you.”
The clever reply dissolved on a gasp as he bowed his head and put his mouth on her.
No tease.
No warm-up pecks.
A slow, sure seal, and then he ate, like he’d been fasting since morning. Tongue flattened and dragged in a slow teasing stroke—then a firmer pressure, circling tight until her thighs jumped. He anchored her hips and rode the flinch, refusing to let her wriggle from how good it was.
“Breathe,” he commanded, his voice deepening to a dangerously smooth tone. “That’s it. Open. Show me what’s mine.”