My hands go to the button of her jeans and I undo it slowly, watching her face the whole time. Her eyes are dark, her lipsparted, her chest heaving with each breath. I slide the zipper down and push her jeans down her hips, kneeling as I do so I can pull them all the way off.
From this angle, with Emma standing above me in just her underwear, I can see everything. The curve of her hips, the soft skin of her stomach, the way her thighs are pressed together like she’s trying to get some friction. I press a kiss to her hip bone and she shivers.
“These too,” I say, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her underwear.
Emma nods, unable to speak, and I pull them down slowly. When she’s completely naked in front of me, I sit back on my heels. She’s perfect. Soft curves and smooth skin and I want to touch every inch of her.
“You’re still dressed,” Emma points out, and her voice is shaking slightly.
“I know,” I reply, standing up. “But I was distracted.”
Emma’s hands go to my shirt, pulling at the remaining buttons with trembling fingers. I help her, shrugging out of it when she gets it open, then her hands are on my chest, exploring. Her touch is tentative at first, like she’s not sure if she’s allowed, but when I make a sound of encouragement, she grows bolder. Her nails scrape against my skin and I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. The strain against my pants is almost painful at her touch.
“Your turn,” Emma says, her hands going to my belt.
I let her undress me, watching her face as she reveals more of me. When I’m finally naked, we just stand there for a moment, looking at each other.
“Bed,” I say, my voice rough with want.
Emma nods and I take her hand, leading her to my king-size bed. When I lay her down on the dark sheets she looks so right there that something in my chest goes tight.
I climb onto the bed next to her, propping myself up on one elbow so I can look down at her. Her hair is spread out on my pillow, her body flushed and wanting, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
“Hi,” Emma says, and there’s a shyness in her voice that makes me smile.
“Hi.” I lean down to kiss her.
I take my time exploring her mouth, learning the taste of her, and the way she responds when I do certain things. My hand trails down her body—over her breast, down her ribs, across her hip—mapping her by touch.
Emma makes these soft sounds that drive me crazy, her hands in my hair, her body arching into my touch. When my hand slides between her thighs, she’s fucking soaking wet, and the knowledge that she wants me this badly makes me groan.
“Emma,” I breathe against her mouth, and she whimpers when my fingers slide through her wetness.
“Please,” she gasps. “Leo, please?—”
“Tell me what you need,” I murmur, circling her clit with my thumb while two fingers slide inside her. I nearly come right there when her walls clench against me.
“You,” Emma moans, her hips rocking against my hand. “I needyou.”
But I’m not done learning her yet. I want to know every sound she makes, every way to make her fall apart. I kiss down her throat and her chest, taking my time with her breasts again before moving lower. Her stomach, her hip bones, the inside of her thighs.
“Leo, what are you—” Emma starts, but then my mouth is on her and whatever she was going to say turns into a moan.
She tastesincredible. Sweet and salty and uniquely Emma and my first taste of her makes me make a deep sound in the back of my throat, primitive and possessive. She’s everything I’ve ever been craving.
I could live here, I think distantly and I mean it.
“Oh—oh god,” Emma moans, her back arching off the bed as her hands fly into my hair, gripping tight. “Leo, I’m—I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can,” I tell her, and I add my fingers back, curling them inside her while I work her pussy and clit with my tongue and lips and teeth, learning every sound she makes.
“That’s it,” I growl against her. “Fuck my face. Take what you need.”
She does. When I slide two fingers inside her, she cries out, her hips bucking off the bed.
“Leo—I’m—I’m going to?—”
“Do it,” I command. “Come for me. Let me taste it.”