Undeniably Yours (Torn, #3.5)(24)

Emma shivered as her pu**y released more wetness.

She likes it, I mused before my freshly mint-tipped tongue stuck out and ran through her cunt with one, quick, hungry swipe.

I could see her pu**y clench through her opening and I knew that she was on fire—tingling and quivering—for more. My tongue gradually and excruciatingly ravaged her pretty pu**y.

Reaching out for more mints, I dropped a couple inside her opening, watching it get wet and slowly melt into her core. The liquid mint lured me in, my tongue probing into her before I flicked it back and forth, slurping all the sweetness onto my tongue.

Unabashed, Emma was now screaming with her hips lifted off the bed.

With her screams urging me on, I focused on her sweet button and started to slowly nip on the sides of her pu**y lips before two of my fingers went into her wetness while my thumb went in her other opening.

“Bassss!”

I was drowning in her. She was beautiful. What I could make her body do was even more electrifying. I knew, without a doubt, that she and I were going to be explosive in bed together. She was carnal, open for anything, and most of all, she gave me free reign on her body. That alone was a feat.

Without ado, I hooked my fingers like a grapnel inside her grid, zeroing in on her sacred g-spot. My ministrations were relentless and it didn’t take long until she was shaking; her body gearing up for her orgasm. With my thumb inside her ass, my teeth biting in between the twisting and the flickering of her clit and with one other finger hooked on her g-spot, Emma violently trembled, screaming the house down with each wave that was unleashed from her body.

While she was riding on her orgasm, I didn’t stop. Instead, I became feral, wanting her body to be pushed to the extremes until it couldn’t take anymore.

My mouth was dripping wet, but I wasn’t perturbed. I kept going. Pulling my thumb out, I used my free middle finger and traced her pu**y’s wetness down to her ass. Sliding it down, wetting it before I stuck the middle finger in her anal entrance.

She bellowed when it started all over again. Orgasms rocked her supple body over and over and over again. Back to back to back, the crazy multiple orgasms were merciless.

“Bass, please, stop. I can’t take it anymore. I want you in my mouth,” Emma begged and sobbed, hoping to end her agony.

It was the way she said my name that truly moved me away and made me look at her blushing face. Without wiping my lips of her essence, I grinned down at her with wicked intent as I hovered above her naked body.

From the top slit of her lower lips, my tongue slowly licked upwards; past her navel, to the valley of her breasts, to her gorgeous mounds, her neck and then stopped on the tip of her chin. A soft moan came out of her lips when my hot tongue glided on the outline of her lips in such a slow, sweet, lingering motion. Her kisses were what I craved more than anything. Yet, for some reason, I held back. Instead, I kissed the tipped of her dainty nose.

When she reached down to unbuckle my jeans, I moved sideways, not ready to go further just yet.

“No, don’t do this,” she whimpered, but I wasn’t ready to take it there; not when I hadn’t even kissed her.

I could—easily—but something was amiss. We hadn’t really figured things out yet. I needed to know where her thoughts were when it came to me because I was all in. Was she? Even if she wasn’t, I didn’t want this to be a one-time thing. If she was willing to go all the way, she needed to be mine—someway, somehow—even if it entailed only her body.

I was compromising because I was willing to take her body, if she was still in love with Carter. Besides, if she wasn’t in love with him anymore, well, I wanted all of her. For now, though, we could start with the physical relationship. The rest as they say, would fall into place.

Openly staring at her, my eyes flicked back and forth, hoping to catch something in her depths. “Be with me, Emma,” I managed to rasp out, putting myself on the line again.

Her eyes froze, darkening at my words. The massive hesitation was now in full force. Her body stilled, as did her breathing. Emma looked away, not wanting for me to see what her eyes were hiding away. “I…”

f*uk, please… don’t do this again, Emma, I silently pleaded. My heart gripped tighter inside my chest, holding my breath in. She knew how she affected me. She knew how much I’d wanted her. She knew—and yet what? She still didn’t know where I stood?

“Yes?” I waited.

In vain.

In agony.

“I don’t have an answer.” She finally finished without even bothering to look at me.

When she said that, I literally could hear my heart crack a little. She was never going to be mine, was she? What the f*uk was I doing then?

With a quick nod, I directed a straight look towards her. “Right, of course.” I couldn’t for the life of me look at her, so I up and left my bedroom.

I strode towards the open patio doors and strolled towards the shore. The sand dipped from my steps, the fine grains cool between my toes.

The moon was high, its reflection glistened and mirrored along the still sea. Soft, calming waves whispered into my ears.

Pausing, I took a moment and studied the scenery before me at the same time my cellphone started ringing. Pulling it out of my pocket, I answered the call without looking at the caller.

“Hello?”

“Bass.”

f*uk, I mouthed my hiss as I gripped the phone tighter into my ear. “What do you want?” My voice was cold, uninviting.