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CHAPTER 12

GUNNAR

Emerson gulps at my possessive words, but I don’t fucking care. I can barely contain myself as her scent invades my nostrils. She is utterly gorgeous, her curves on display just for me in my fucking kitchen, like the most gourmet meal I’ve ever been served.

When she lets her knees fall open, revealing the deep rose of her pussy, I see the sheen of wetness on her delicate skin. Her chest rises and falls as I look my fill. I love the way her tits move, and I remember how it felt to wake up with one of them in my hand in Vegas. We’ve wasted so much time since then not doing this. I see no reason to wait a second more, so I sink to my knees in the kitchen and take a long, wet lick along my wife’s seam.

She groans, deep and guttural, and I know she’s unaware of doing it. One of her hands flails around, finding the top of my head and patting my hair as I take another lick. I vary my pressure, ignoring the hard floor against my knees as I study Emerson's micro-movements in response to what I’m doing. She likes the broad, flat strokes of my tongue better than the flicks. She jerks closer to the edge of the counter when I suck on her clit, finding the hidden pearl as I press my palm into her thigh.

I pause briefly to look up and admire her, all messy and disheveled. “What’s happening?” She tries to sit up. “Is it over?” The look on her face is pure torture, and I love that I am already getting her so worked up.

“No, Salty. It hasn’t even started yet.” I slide a finger inside her, and she remains propped up on her forearms, watching. “You like that? You like watching me fuck you with my hand?” I withdraw my finger, and her breath catches, so I slide it back in alongside a second digit. Her eyes practically roll up into her head. I’m tempted to drag this out all night, but I remember that this is new to her, so I decide to have mercy and let her come sooner than later. Keeping my fingers inside her, I crook them up as I suck on her clit again. When her thighs clap together over my ears, I know this is what she needs to get off. I’m in heaven with creamy skin alongside my face and her taste on my tongue. My dick throbs in my pants but I don’t want to stop any of my work to palm myself for relief. I can wait. It’ll be worth it.

Emerson screams and shrieks and pulses around my fingers, and I pull my mouth from her body but leave my fingers in place while she thrashes around. This gorgeous woman is here for me. Not because of my family, not because she heard of me online, but because she met me and wanted me for myself. And I’m going to make it worth her while, coaxing as much pleasure from her as I can. Once she’s whimpering and still, I stand up and suck on my fingers, licking the flavor from my hand as her eyes open and her hands fall to the counter.

“Damn, you’re gorgeous when you come.” A lazy smile turns up the corners of her lips, but she seems too wrecked to move. I’m glad I could bring her that release. My dick jumps in my pants and I give it a pat. He’ll have to wait until I’m in the shower later since Emerson didn’t seem on board with going any further today.

I lean over her body to kiss her, feeling her nipples against my chest, drawing a deep moan from my throat.

“Gunnar,” she whispers, hands in my hair. “I’m a virgin.”