The Arrogant Artist : A Billionaire Boss Romance (International Bad Boys Set Book 2), стр. 46
My hands find her exposed breasts, my fingers twisting those pink buds. Her teeth sink into my shoulder, and it makes me shudder. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I lay her down on the sofa. My hands pull down her shorts and underwear in one fell swoop. I throw everything to the floor. I move back between her legs, pulling them open, exposing her to me.
“Stop.”
My body freezes.
Shit.
I’ve pushed her too far.
Emily sits up and looks at me, her hand covering her pussy.
“Um. You don’t have to… you know?” She bites her lip.
“Excuse me?” Confusion rocks me.
“You know… go downtown.” Her skin is flushing pink as she says the words.
“You don’t want me to eat your pussy?”
“I just mean… you know… like don’t feel obliged to because… you know…” She’s squirming with embarrassment.
“You think I only want to taste you because I feel obliged to?”
She nods, pulling the blanket around her tighter. Her shield has come up again.
“Did he tell you that he was going to eat you out because he was obliged to?” My blood begins to boil.
“Um… yeah.”
Her ex—he’s a fucking loser.
“Did he never willingly go down on you?”
Emily shakes her head. “He said he didn’t like doing it.”
Calm yourself, Louis.
“But you sucked his dick?” She nods slowly. “Did you like doing that?”
She shrugs.
“But he didn’t think he needed to return the favor?”
Emily shakes her head.
This girl deserves more than a quick fuck on a sofa, she deserves for me to pray at her altar, she deserves for me to spend all night worshipping her like the goddess she is. How dare this dickhead think of only himself when making love to this woman. How could he not want to wring out every possible orgasm from her body?
“Get up.” My command is a little harsher than I wanted it to be.
She scrambles up, wrapping herself in the blanket.
“Jump on my back.”
“What?”
“Jump on, Miss Chapman.”
She hesitates, so I turn around and look at her. “I want you in my bed, so I can worship your essence with my tongue, all… night… long.” Her teeth sink into her lip again. “Do you want me to do that?” She quickly nods. “Good. Now jump on and let me show you how a real man does it.”
27
Emily
My body aches. Every muscle got some kind of workout last night, I mean even muscles I never knew I had are sore. Now, I totally get the saying thoroughly fucked. Lordy, Lordy, Louis knows how to fuck.
I stretch my body as the sun streams in through the windows, wincing a little because my vagina took such a pounding. I got to appreciate Louis’ dick too, in every single position known, and some I had no idea about.
I’m sorry, but Elisabeth is an idiot. The man is a sex god and a giving one at that.
Toby never liked oral sex, and I thought there was something wrong with me downstairs because of his abhorrence with the idea. But that was totally blown away by the hours—I swear it was hours—that Louis spent between my thighs.
“Open wide for me, Emily,” he commanded. “Let me taste your sweetness.” He runs his nose along my seam. “Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to taste you?”
I shake my head, not sure if he really wants me to answer the question.
“Ever since you stepped out of the pool that first night. I watched in utter fascination as the droplets of water traveled down your skin.” Louis runs his finger over my body retracing the droplets. “I watched in fascination as they dipped down over your underwear.” His finger slides over me. “I could see this right here.” He runs his finger through the strip on my pussy. “My tongue ached for you.”
Louis’ tongue traces the strip, and I almost buckle off the bed. “Hmm,” he murmurs. “Open wider for me.” His fingers move my legs apart while I suck in a deep breath feeling exposed, but the appreciative noises coming from Louis spurs me on.
“That’s it. Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growls as he moves between my legs. I almost launch myself off the bed at the first lick against my slit. A quick suck of my bud, and I’m hyperventilating.
This is embarrassing, mere seconds of Louis between my thighs, and I‘m almost ready to come.
God, his tongue is magic.
He continues torturing me, over and over again, soft and hard licks, quick and slow. Louis doesn’t move away from me, instead he devours me while he tells me all the filthy things he wants to do, and I’m gone. My hips almost fly off the bed as he takes me to places I never dreamed I could go.
My body is primed and ready to go again reliving last night’s thoughts. I turn over hoping for round four, I think. I’ve lost count as I was in ecstasy for most of the night.
The bed is empty.
The place where Louis was is cool to my touch, meaning Louis has been gone for a while.
Panic fills me.
Where is he?
Does he regret it?
Was it just a one-night thing?
I pull the blanket around me tighter and close my eyes tight. Damn! I’m such an idiot. Tears begin to well in my eyes.
No.
There will be no tears.
I jump up and grab my clothes and quickly get dressed. I want this humiliation over with. While getting dressed, I notice a note on the bedside table.
Emily,
You inspired me. I’m in the studio.
Louis.
Oh. I sit back down on the bed rereading the note over and over again.
I inspired him?
He’s in the studio.
I need to see this.
I rush downstairs and into the kitchen, grabbing us both a coffee, and then I head quickly out to his studio. I’m careful not to spill the coffee as I rush along the grass. I don’t even bother knocking and walk straight in and come to a complete