Sizzle (St. Martin Family Saga): Emergency Responders by Gina Watson

him gasping for breath. When she heard him, she lowered her ass and raised her head to look at him, her legs still parted.
    “Clay?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Is everything okay?” Her voice quivered.
    He inhaled deeply. “Yeah, sorry. I was just rendered speechless by your beauty.”
    She went from lost to passion to serious, maybe nervous, in an instant and started to draw her knees together, but he pulled them apart.
    “Let me look at you. You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”
    “What?”
    Poor thing didn’t even know what she had.
    “Your pussy. So damned beautiful.”
    He’d be happy to educate her, but he thought she might get embarrassed. She had large pink labia opening for him, dripping for him. Just for him. God, her sweet cunt was an invitation, a door that begged to open up and let him in. He opened his mouth at the spread lips of her sex and let his moist breath roll over her. She was wet with arousal, and he lapped at the wetness, devouring her perfume. He licked from the bottom of her channel to the top of her clit with the flat of his tongue.
    She shivered and he groaned.
    He placed one hand on her lower abdomen and one under her ass. “Push that glorious cunt up to my face, baby girl. I want to eat it.” He didn’t know where the nicknames were coming from, but the magnitude of her sweetness had him dizzy.
    He heard her moan and looked up to see her gripping the sheets as she watched him eat her cunt with wild-eyed amazement. He pushed his tongue through the center of her beauty for a taste. Eve screamed and squirmed under his mouth so much that he had to press his palm to her belly to keep her still enough that he could continue. He went as deep as he could with his tongue and still it wasn’t close enough—he needed more. He rubbed his face against her, lightly at first but applying more pressure as she fell apart beneath him. Once she was fully engorged, he moved up to her clit and took the taut bud between his teeth and lightly grazed. After each pass, he used the soft tissue of his lips to soothe her. Her body trembled and when her legs closed in on him, he knew she was climaxing. She squeezed his head tight between her legs and began thrusting against his tongue. She chanted his name with a deep, breathy voice. He felt her tense and then quiver, and then additional moisture flowed from her cunt. He sucked up every drop.
    She dropped her head to the bed, spent and sated. He watched her chest rise and fall. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he reached to the bedside table to grab a condom. He put it on, hoping and praying she would let him inside her soft wet heat. He pulled her to the end of the bed and bent his knees to position himself at her entrance. He ran his hands over her breasts and stomach, leaning in to kiss each thigh, knee, and calf.
    “Eve, can I have you now?”
    She moaned long and low and mumbled an incoherent reply while pulling her knees back, opening herself further for him. He groaned. “I’ll take that as consent, baby.”
    He rubbed himself through her wetness. As he pushed his head in past the crown, her body bowed and her nipples turned darker and pebbled. He massaged her as he waited for her to adjust. When she bucked against him, he gave her a few more inches and she gripped him tight. He heard her whimper softly.
    “Eve?”
    Her head rolled sensually in the bed.
    “Look at me.”
    Her head lifted and she looked into his eyes. Hers were dilated to dark smoky-gray rings.
    “Can you take me?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “How do you feel?”
    “Extremely full.”
    He massaged her clit with the pad of his thumb, and she thrashed—she was still tender. He wanted her to come one more time to lather her up so he could freely push home—holding back was making him sweat and shake, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to maintain control.
    His massage had her second climax building, and moisture flooded between her thighs as her