One More Time

“Oh my God,” I gasped when his tongue flicked over my clit. My hips lifted, pressing his tongue more firmly against me.

His tongue moved hard and fast, sliding over my clit with ease. I could feel my excitement pooling between my legs. When Sean pressed his finger against my entrance, I buckled. He pushed slowly inside while his tongue continued to edge me closer to the brink.

With his finger fully inside me, he curled it upward and pulled out slightly before pressing back in.

“Sean,” I breathed desperately. “Oh God. Yes.”

He moved faster, his finger working tirelessly along with his tongue. I arched my back and gripped his hair in my hands, panting and moaning with abandon. In that moment, everything else disappeared. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t feel anything other than the pleasure Sean was pulling out of me.

“Yes,” I whimpered softly. “God, Sean, don’t stop. Oh God, please don’t stop.”

Sean moved even faster, and I came undone. My toes curled and my legs pulled up when the rush of ecstasy finally overwhelmed me. Turning my head, I bit down on Sean’s pillow to keep from crying out. I knew my pleasure was too great. If I let myself, I would have screamed so loud, it would have woken everyone in the house.

“Oh my God,” I whispered when Sean finally pulled his face from between my legs. He crawled up to lay beside me, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. “That was amazing.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Sean laughed.

“Can I return the favor?” I asked, raising my eyebrows and rolling toward him.

Before he could answer, I got to my knees and pushed him off the edge of the bed so that he stood before me. I took in the enormity of his raging, erection and my insides went liquid. I leaned forward and touched my tongue to his tip, which already wept with his desire for me.

I pulled him into my mouth fully and sucked greedily as he fisted his hands in my hair and groaned low in his chest.

“Jesus Christ, that feels good,” he said, pushing his hips toward me as I bobbed my head back and forth on him.

I reached up and wrapped one hand firmly around his base, my fingers barely touching around his girth. I hummed my appreciation and heard his sharp intake of breath at the sensation. I worked my hand up and down his shaft as I licked and sucked, popping him out of my mouth and then devouring him all over again.

I felt his fist tighten in my hair and he tried to pull me off. I shook my head and increased the pressure of my mouth on him.

“I’m going to come,” he stuttered out.

I hummed again, taking him so deep that his bell-shaped head bounced off my tonsils. He jerked and spasmed, grunting as he spilled his salty seed down the back of my throat. After I swallowed the last of him, I pulled off and smiled up at him.

Sean stood over me, his eyes glassy from his orgasm, his hand still tangled in my hair. Once his breathing slowed down, he collapsed next to me and pulled me against him.

“That was fucking amazing,” he said.

I smiled and curled against his side, glad I wouldn’t have to pull out my vibrator tonight.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - SEAN

I could barely sleep that night with the taste of Emily still on my tongue. When I finally drifted off, I dreamt of her the whole night. My dreams revolved around our moment of blissful reality and then moved further.

I dreamed about sliding my cock inside her sopping wet pussy and losing myself in the feel of her. When I woke up the next morning, I could still taste her. Grinning to myself, I glanced down to see my cock was at full attention.

The sight made me groan and picture Emily’s mouth. The way her lips had felt wrapped around my dick had been amazing. I’d forgotten how good it could feel to be sucked off like that. Though I’d wanted badly to make love to her, I hadn’t let myself. It had been a bold enough move on my part to take her to my bed at all. I needed to be 100 percent ready to sleep with her before I could. Now, as I laid in bed, watching the morning sun seep through my curtains, I wished had explored her body further, to learn every curve and every freckle on her skin. I closed my eyes and moved my hand to my cock, seeing Emily’s bright blue-green eyes in my mind.

I could still picture the look on her face when she orgasmed the night before. Her eyes flew wide and her mouth hung open in a silent scream. I understood why she buried her face in the pillow, but I wished she hadn’t. I desperately wanted to hear her cry out my name. Just as I began to stroke myself, imagining Emily’s perfect lips wrapped around my shaft as they had been last night, I heard footsteps upstairs. In an instant, the footsteps moved to the staircase and thundered downward. I could hear Sarah and Tommy laughing as they ran into the kitchen, and I knew Emily would be right behind them. I groaned and rolled to my side, hitting the bed with my fist in frustration.

My frustrated desires would haunt me throughout the entire day, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. If I lingered in my bedroom for too long, Sarah would come searching for me. She always did.

With a sigh, I climbed out of bed and pulled on my sweat pants and a T-shirt. My cock was still hard, but it was slowly going down. I lifted it and tucked it in the waistband of my pants so no one would see before I left my room.

“Daddy!” Sarah said when I walked up to her.

I kissed her head and ruffled Tommy’s hair as I sat down in my usual chair.

“Good morning,” I said. “How’d you sleep?”