He stared down at her with a rigid focus. “Slip the head into your mouth. Lips nice and firm, hold me like a vice,” he said. “I want to feel that hunger I always see in your eyes firsthand. If you want to show me what I see there right now, you can’t be shy. Suck, Emma.”

I want to feel that hunger I always see in your eyes firsthand.

Her lips strained around the head. She tongued him, curious and hungry, pressing to feel his shape. She wetted him, feeling that rim, laving it with a hard pressure . . . loving it. Finding the slit, she pressed, the salty taste of pre-ejaculate spreading on her tongue. He groaned and his pumping hand went faster.

“That’s good. You have a strong little mouth. You’re showing me, aren’t you? How much you want to please me?” he murmured. She slipped her lips up and down on the head, clamping him, affirming her hunger. Her eyes sprung wide when she felt the buzz on her pussy amplify. He’d increased the power on the vibe. A moment later, he pulled gently on her hair, and his cock popped out of her mouth. She moaned feverishly at the deprivation.

“Wet it down to the limit with your tongue,” he instructed gruffly, his hand still moving up and down on the shaft forcefully. She stared at his pumping fist as she licked his cock, tracing a distended vein, bumping against the thin silicone of the lasso—that limit to her hunger. Increasingly, she disliked that limit. She pushed at the thin silicone with the tip of her tongue. He was right; it wasn’t tight. She nudged it farther down his cock, the flavor of strawberries spreading on her tongue . . . sweet, forbidden fruit.

“Emma,” he grunted in warning, pulling back on her head. She looked up at him, her tongue still bathing his cock. His face went tight.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his fist moving faster. He tugged gently on her head and pointed his cock toward her mouth, inserting it between her parted lips. “Show me,” he demanded in a hard tone.

She knew what he meant. He wanted her to demonstrate her desire for him. The realization hit her that fellatio was the perfect way for a woman to do that for a man, if she truly felt it. It was a true surrender, a total abandonment for the pleasure of another . . . a finding of personal gratification in return for giving it. Emma yielded, giving herself to the feeling. Placing her hands on his thighs to give her balance, she sucked him into her mouth, giving her hunger free rein. Her lips bumped against the thin silicone lasso again and again as she squeezed him into her mouth. He filled her, even with the limit, the tip of his cock sliding along the length of her pressing tongue. When she sucked hard, her cheeks brushed against his flesh.

“Aw, yeah, that’s good,” he said in a choked voice. For a moment, his hand was gone from her head. The vibrator buzzed more strenuously, and his hand was back. She moaned in rising arousal and pumped him faster. It felt so good, the pressure on her lips, filling her mouth with his hard, pulsing flesh, the vibrator heating her . . . rewarding her hunger. In a frenzy of arousal, she pushed down harder, bumping her lips against the limit of the lasso, pushing it down slightly, wetting her lips with the lubricant, tasting strawberries on her tongue, gaining a half inch before he pulled back gently but firmly, with his fingers in her hair.

“You’re getting greedy for it, aren’t you, baby?” she heard him say, his voice thick with arousal.

She moaned an affirmative as she thrust her amount of allotted flesh in and out of her mouth, faster and faster.

“Here,” he said, removing his pumping fist from his cock. He reached for her hand and put it where his had been. Instinctively, she tightened it. “You take over then. I like it hard, Emma. Grip me tight. Yeah, that’s right. That’s good.” She squeezed him, both with hand and mouth, pumping him between her lips, the fever in her growing. Her eyelids flickered open when she felt liquid sprinkle against her knuckles. He’d poured additional lubricant on his cock. She gripped him tighter, appreciating the increased ease of the glide. So did he, if his rough moan was any indication. She loved that evidence of pleasing him.

She could grow addicted to it.

She lost herself to the rhythm, sucking and jacking him. Her hunger amplified. Again, her lips pushed at the limit, and the taste of strawberries spread on her tongue. For the rest of her life, she’d associate that taste with pure, rabid sexual hunger.

Vanni tightened his hold on her head, and for a split second, she felt him pushing, goading her on, encouraging her to swallow more of him.

Then he was pulling back. She cried out sharply when his cock popped out of her mouth. He put his hand on her wrist and jerked it off his cock. His cock fell to his taut belly, bouncing slightly.

“Sit up,” Vanni grated out. She blinked, taking a few seconds to comprehend what he’d said, she was so aroused. “Scoot your knees closer to me. Now rise up on your knees.”

She lifted her bottom off her lower legs and knelt before him, panting. His gaze lowered over her, scoring her face and breasts and belly. “Look at you,” he said, his nostrils flaring. “Your cheeks are bright red, and your breasts . . .”

He faded off, his mouth shaping into a snarl. He opened one hand along her left hip, his thumb stretching beneath the vibrator. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Emma gasped as he began to circle his thumb on her well-lubricated clit. Her buttocks clamped tight. She trembled. The soles of her feet began to burn. She was going to come.

“Tell me what you want,” she heard Vanni say as if through a long tunnel. She bit her lip. She was about to explode. It felt so good.

“I want you to let me suck you again,” she moaned miserably.

“Jesus,” he hissed, putting the tip of the vibrator back against her clit “You’re so fucking sweet.” Then he was holding his cock up off his body, pushing her to him again. She took him into her mouth with a wild yet single-minded focus, squeezing him with her lips, sucking him until her cheeks hollowed out, ravenous. He groaned gutturally. Had he turned up the vibrator? She wasn’t sure; all she knew was that the feeling of his cock swelling in her mouth was making her frenzied. Her head moved so fast, gobbling him forcefully, but it seemed like she ignited in slow motion.

Suddenly, climax hit her full force. She screamed onto his cock as her body shuddered. His fingers tightened in her hair, and he was jerking her off him. She continued to shake in orgasm, blinking her eyes open, disoriented. He pumped his cock, growling as he began to come. Semen jetted against her lips and she tasted him for the first time.

Ignoring his hold on her and the sting of her scalp, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. His growl escalated to a roar as she sucked and he came on her tongue. He pulsed between her clamped lips, giving himself to her, and she craved—no, she cherished—every last drop.

A tense moment later, his fingers loosened in her hair. Emma released his cock from her mouth and fell forward slightly, her hot cheek falling above his hip bone. She still trembled from the onslaught of pleasure. She panted for air. His hand returned to the back of her head, his fingers rubbing her scalp. He shifted slightly and the vibrator stopped abruptly. She exhaled in relief. She hadn’t realized until that moment how tense the continued stimulation on her post-climactic sex was making her.

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

She lifted her head slowly, curious about the dazed, rough sound of his voice. Her eyes widened when she saw that he did, indeed, look a little undone, sprawling there on the pillows. He also looked indecently gorgeous.

“What?” she asked.

“You have a gift,” he said, glancing down drolly at his damp, still-firm cock where it rested on his belly.