[ She wasn't prepared for Embry Moore then, as a girl who realized she could give her virginity to anyone, and she's even less prepared for Embry Moore now, as a woman who nearly gave her heart to him before dawn broke and reality set in. It's so hard not to love him on his knees, for her, at her urging, only there because she's told him to be, and because he wants to, and the moment she feels his mouth start to devour her, all that self-control she's worked so hard to preserve begins to peel away, lick by lick.
Her hand is in his hair, in part because she has to hold onto something and by virtue of his head being where it is, her touch just settles there instinctively, but her fingers are grabbing, clutching, tugging at the strands, often a little more whenever he happens to find a point of particular sensitivity. That's usually the instance when her breath catches too, or a sound leaves her in the vein of a whimper, a soft moan.
She's entirely too aware of where they are right now, and the fact that anyone could stumble upon them — if Ash is here, what if he comes looking for them, discovers her with her legs spread for Embry's questing mouth? — and it almost causes her to lose her balance before she reels forward again, reasserting her footing as she starts to curl forward, instead, in on herself as the pressure inside her grows.
She's going to leave a mess on him by the time he's through; that thought pierces through the haze of pleasure in her mind with sudden clarity, her breath becoming a series of harsher pants as she fights the temptation to just start rubbing herself on his tongue, seeking out that pressure to claim a release on her own terms. Instead, she lets him be the one to build her up slowly, sweetly, that same familiar heat coiling within. ]
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Her hand is in his hair, in part because she has to hold onto something and by virtue of his head being where it is, her touch just settles there instinctively, but her fingers are grabbing, clutching, tugging at the strands, often a little more whenever he happens to find a point of particular sensitivity. That's usually the instance when her breath catches too, or a sound leaves her in the vein of a whimper, a soft moan.
She's entirely too aware of where they are right now, and the fact that anyone could stumble upon them — if Ash is here, what if he comes looking for them, discovers her with her legs spread for Embry's questing mouth? — and it almost causes her to lose her balance before she reels forward again, reasserting her footing as she starts to curl forward, instead, in on herself as the pressure inside her grows.
She's going to leave a mess on him by the time he's through; that thought pierces through the haze of pleasure in her mind with sudden clarity, her breath becoming a series of harsher pants as she fights the temptation to just start rubbing herself on his tongue, seeking out that pressure to claim a release on her own terms. Instead, she lets him be the one to build her up slowly, sweetly, that same familiar heat coiling within. ]