Deliciously Devoured

We crashed together like we’d been apart for years, not days. Emily’s legs locked around my waist the second I scooped her up, her ankles crossing at my back as I carried her straight to the bed. Our mouths collided in ****, gasping kisses; tongues tangling, teeth grazing, breaths stolen and given back in hungry bursts. I stumbled forward until my shins hit the mattress and let us fall, pinning her beneath me, her soft body yielding perfectly.

I dragged my lips down her neck, jaw, breathing her in deep; vanilla lotion, that faint floral perfume she loved, and underneath it all, the warm, addictive scent that was purely Emily. My cock throbbed against my jeans, already aching for her.

Kneeling up between her thighs, I watched her yank my stolen T-shirt over her head in one impatient motion. The messy bun unraveled, dark hair tumbling around her flushed face as she propped herself on her elbows, chest rising fast. Topless now, her small, perfect breasts, pert nipples tight and begging rising and falling with every ragged breath.

“God, Joey, I need you inside me so fucking bad,” she whispered, voice raw with want.

I ripped my shirt off, tossing it aside. Her hands were on me instantly, nails tracing the ridges of my abs, up to my chest, feeling the thunder of my heartbeat. I caught her wrists, pulled her up to me, and claimed her mouth again; slow, deep, filthy, swallowing her moan.

She melted back onto the pillows as I lowered myself, lips finding her neck once more, teeth grazing just hard enough to make her gasp my name. That sound; my name on her lips; sent fire straight to my cock and made her pussy flood; I could already smell her arousal, sweet and heady.

“God, Joey, you feel so good,” she moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

I moved lower, mouth closing over one nipple, sucking hard, teeth nipping gently. She arched off the bed, a sharp cry escaping as my hand slid to the small of her back, holding her up to me. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, urging me on.

When my hands hooked the waistband of her boy shorts, she lifted her hips without hesitation, letting me peel them down her legs. I took my time, dragging the fabric slowly, watching goosebumps race across her skin. The shorts were soaked—dark, damp evidence of how much she wanted this; and when her pussy came into view, pink and glistening, swollen with need made my mouth water.

She opened her eyes, locked on mine with that look; the one that said I was her entire world, same as she was mine. A devilish smile curved her lips as she brought a fingernail to her mouth and bit down, slow and teasing. Then she drew her knees up, spread her legs wide, offering herself completely.

I kissed a path down her body, feeling her tremble under every press of my lips. When my mouth finally reached her, I inhaled her scent; strawberries and honey, pure addiction; and slid my tongue through her slick folds.

“Fuck!” she cried out, back bowing off the bed.

One hand fisted my hair instantly, the other clawing at the sheets. I hooked my arms under her thighs, gripping hard, holding her open and still as I devoured her. My tongue circled her clit, flicked, then sucked; relentless, hungry. She writhed, hips bucking, but I pinned her down, feasting like a man starved.

Her moans turned to screams; my name, over and over, echoing off the hotel walls. One hand abandoned the sheets to grip the headboard, knuckles white. I slid two fingers inside her, curling, thrusting, mouth never leaving her clit.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming... I’m cumming!”

Her orgasm hit hard, pussy clenching around my fingers, body shaking violently. I didn’t stop; sucked harder, pumped faster; pushing her straight into a second wave.

“Oh god, Joey! I can’t-FUUUUCK!”

She squirted, hot and sweet, soaking my hand, wrist, chest. The headboard groaned under her grip; another second and she might’ve snapped it. I kept going until she collapsed, trembling, glowing, chest heaving.

Her eyes opened heavy-lidded, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading. “You’re a fucking beast,” she panted.

I rose up on my knees, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, cock straining painfully against my zipper.

“You’re wearing me out,” she added, voice husky.

The sound of my zipper lowering made her eyes flare with fresh hunger.

“We’re not done, baby,” I growled, shoving my jeans down. “We’re just getting started."