The Affair: Week 5 by Beth Kery Read Free Book Online

long to taste you.”
    Emma bit her lip, but a whimper of stark arousal escaped her throat, anyway. He put his hands on the back of her thighs and pushed so that her head and fell back on the soft cushions of the couch and her hips rolled back. He urged with his touch, and she let her thighs fall open further.
    “Hold your legs back,” he instructed, and she reached for her knees, keeping her hips in place. She was spread wide for him . . . positioned to take whatever he offered her.
    “Vanni,” she said in a strangled voice when she saw the expression on his face as he stared fixedly between her thighs. His head lowered and her clit pinched in painful anticipation. It felt unbearably exciting. His face just inches from her sex, he inhaled and turned his head slightly.
    “Jesus,” he said thickly, his lips brushing the tender skin on her inner thigh. “So soft.” He parted her labia with his fingers.
    Then his mouth was on her sex, and Emma couldn’t stop a muted cry. His tongue burrowed between her labia and laved her clit. It felt warm, firm . . . deliciously decadent and forbidden. She suppressed a moan of pleasure. His mouth closed on her while his tongue continued to stir her clit, his upper lip pressing down firmly on her sensitive tissues. The slight suction he applied made her toes curl and her muscles clench tight.
    He groaned, deep and guttural, the vibrations resonating into her sex. He pushed again at the back of her thighs until her knees were nearly parallel with her face. The soles of her feet began to burn in sympathy with her clit as he ate her. Nerves everywhere seemed to sizzle, eager to ignite. His tongued stabbed and pressed, slid and rubbed until a haze of lust and sensuality encompassed her like a dense, warm cloud. She had a fleeting glimpse of her face in the huge mirror across from her and hardly recognized herself, naked and wanton, her lips and cheeks floridly pink, her fingers clutching onto Vanni’s head as if for dear life.
    One large hand cupped her ass from below, right along the crack. He lifted slightly, blue-green eyes flickering up to meet her stare. A long finger reached, plunging into her pussy.
    “Ohhh,” she exclaimed shakily, unable to unglue her gaze from the vision he made, palming her ass like he might a lush fruit while he sunk his finger and tongue into the sweetness. It was an incredibly lewd vision, but an intensely beautiful one as well.
    He applied an eye-crossing suction and moved his head slightly, a growl emanating from his throat. Emma’s eyes sprung wide at the acute stimulation. Then his tongue was back, a brutally precise, firm master.
    “Oh God, Vanni . . .” she faded off, drowning in delight as climax loomed. He pushed back on her shins, forcing her knees into the couch near her ears. A helpless keen vibrated her throat. It felt incredible. Unstoppable. He laved her clit ruthlessly.
    She broke in climax at the hard pressure, a cry escaping her throat. She bit her lip hard to restrain it, but couldn’t stop whimpering as she shuddered in pleasure. He didn’t let up on her a bit, agitating her clit with his stiffened tongue while she came, demanding every last shudder and shiver of pleasure she had to give him.
    Emma checked out of reality for a moment.
    She came back to herself when the warm pressure of his mouth disappeared. She opened her eyelids sluggishly, panting. A light sweat sheened her skin. He stood before her, looking down at her with a blazing gaze as he ripped open his button fly. A stab of re-arousal went through her at the vision of his chin, mouth, and upper lip glistening with her juices. He made a hasty jerking motion with his hands and Emma glanced downward. He’d freed his cock. It poked out from beneath the edge of his T-shirt, the smooth, delectable-looking crown bobbing slightly in the air from his brisk movements.
    She licked her abraded lower lip—she’d bitten on it forcefully to keep from screaming—watching in