Third Chance by Ann Mayburn, Julie Naughton

then to her neatly trimmed blonde curls.
    When Ryan opened Emma with his thumbs, a groan escaped him at how swollen she was, glistening with her arousal. The tip of her clit hadn’t emerged from the hood yet, so he needed to work her harder, take her higher, before he gave her nub any direct contact. Stiffening his tongue, he plunged it into her and got the thrill of her delicate inner muscles gripping him while she sighed and moaned, so totally sexy in her pleasure. His erection pressed against his pants and he knew from past experience that by the time Emma exploded, he’d only need to stroke his cock a few times before he joined her.
    The taste of her filled his mouth and he grabbed her hips, holding her still so she could accept everything he had to offer. Ryan pulled back and began to place gentle, sucking kisses on Emma’s labia, taking that plump flesh between his teeth and applying a bit of pleasure. Her reaction was an immediate stiffening before she shoved her pussy against his face with a growl.
    “Stop fucking around and eat me.”
    He didn’t care if she saw his smug smile as he looked up at her, taking in the flush creeping down her neck to her chest, the way she fisted her hands into the throw pillows on either side of her. “Whatever my Mistress wishes.”
    Blue flames shot through her gaze and he swore he felt the wave of power, command, and sexual aggression move through her. A moment later, her hands locked around his head as she pushed him to her sex, directing his mouth to her clit that was now peeking out, begging for his touch. The first lick he gave to that little bud had her leg tightening around his shoulder and when he began to suckle on it she undulated beneath him, totally shameless in her pursuit of an orgasm.
    “That’s it…oh fuck…so good.”
    All Ryan could do was groan in agreement, licking and sucking Emma until a little tremble went through her legs at each stroke of his tongue. His own arousal was teetering on out of control, but perversely enough, denying himself his natural instincts to bury himself in her warm, wet, perfect little pussy only made him harder. If he was being honest, giving control in the bedroom totally got him off, and he considered himself one lucky bastard to have such a magnificent woman to give that control to. Emma would never hurt him, would never be cruel and manipulative, would never use her power to harm him. Everything she did she did with both of their pleasure in mind. Her cry of relief soothed something deep in his soul as he slipped two fingers into her gripping channel and began to suck her clit in a hard rhythm.
    He needed her to come, now.
    Fingerfucking Emma hard enough now to make her tits shake, Ryan tensed as much as she did right before she went over the edge. At the first sucking contraction of her climax around his fingers, he groaned while she cried out, rocking herself against his face while making the most delicious noises. They weren’t the forced cries of fake passion, but true, raw groans and whimpers that were as erotic as hell. Soon Emma’s shudders slowed, and Ryan responded by gentling his mouth and easing her down from her orgasm. She went utterly limp beneath him, trusting him to take care of her. That trust was the sweetest thing in the world, because he knew it was so hard for her to give in like this, to allow herself the luxury of letting someone take care of her for a change.
    Ryan was the only one who got the privilege of seeing Emma with her defenses down.
    With a last gentle kiss on her flushed labia, he leaned back on his heels and admired her. “Better?”
    She didn’t even open her eyes, only smiled with lazy satisfaction. “Mmmm.”
    He let her luxuriate in the bliss of her orgasm for a little while longer before joining her on the couch, then gathering her into his arms. “I love you so much, Emma.”
    “Come here, Ryan.”
    He immediately stood and bit back a growl when he noticed how her gaze went right