The Affair: Week 5 by Beth Kery Page B

arousal, she pushed down harder, bumping her lips against the limit of the lasso, pushing it down slightly, wetting her lips with the lubricant, tasting strawberries on her tongue, gaining a half inch before he pulled back gently but firmly, with his fingers in her hair.
    “You’re getting greedy for it, aren’t you, baby?” she heard him say, his voice thick with arousal.
    She moaned an affirmative as she thrust her amount of allotted flesh in and out of her mouth, faster and faster.
    “Here,” he said, removing his pumping fist from his cock. He reached for her hand and put it where his had been. Instinctively, she tightened it. “You take over then. I like it hard, Emma. Grip me tight. Yeah, that’s right. That’s good.” She squeezed him, both with hand and mouth, pumping him between her lips, the fever in her growing. Her eyelids flickered open when she felt liquid sprinkle against her knuckles. He’d poured additional lubricant on his cock. She gripped him tighter, appreciating the increased ease of the glide. So did he, if his rough moan was any indication. She loved that evidence of pleasing him.
    She could grow addicted to it.
    She lost herself to the rhythm, sucking and jacking him. Her hunger amplified. Again, her lips pushed at the limit, and the taste of strawberries spread on her tongue. For the rest of her life, she’d associate that taste with pure, rabid sexual hunger.
    Vanni tightened his hold on her head, and for a split second, she felt him pushing, goading her on, encouraging her to swallow more of him.
    Then he was pulling back. She cried out sharply when his cock popped out of her mouth. He put his hand on her wrist and jerked it off his cock. His cock fell to his taut belly, bouncing slightly.
    “Sit up,” Vanni grated out. She blinked, taking a few seconds to comprehend what he’d said, she was so aroused. “Scoot your knees closer to me. Now rise up on your knees.”
    She lifted her bottom off her lower legs and knelt before him, panting. His gaze lowered over her, scoring her face and breasts and belly. “Look at you,” he said, his nostrils flaring. “Your cheeks are bright red, and your breasts . . .”
    He faded off, his mouth shaping into a snarl. He opened one hand along her left hip, his thumb stretching beneath the vibrator. “You liked it, didn’t you?”
    “Yes,” Emma gasped as he began to circle his thumb on her well-lubricated clit. Her buttocks clamped tight. She trembled. The soles of her feet began to burn. She was going to come.
    “Tell me what you want,” she heard Vanni say as if through a long tunnel. She bit her lip. She was about to explode. It felt
so
good.
    “I want you to let me suck you again,” she moaned miserably.
    “Jesus,” he hissed, putting the tip of the vibrator back against her clit “You’re so fucking sweet.” Then he was holding his cock up off his body, pushing her to him again. She took him into her mouth with a wild, yet single-minded focus, squeezing him with her lips, sucking him until her cheeks hollowed out, ravenous. He groaned gutturally. Had he turned up the vibrator? She wasn’t sure; all she knew was that the feeling of his cock swelling in her mouth was making her frenzied. Her head moved so fast, gobbling him forcefully, but it seemed like she ignited in slow motion.
    Suddenly, climax hit her full force. She screamed onto his cock as her body shuddered. His fingers tightened in her hair, and he was jerking her off him. She continued to shake in orgasm, blinking her eyes open, disoriented. He pumped his cock, growling as he began to come. Semen jetted against her lips and she tasted him for the first time.
    Ignoring his hold on her and the sting of her scalp, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. His growl escalated to a roar as she sucked and he came on her tongue. He pulsed between her clamped lips, giving himself to her, and she craved—no, she
cherished
—every last drop.
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    A tense moment