Zero to Love by Em Petrova Page B

his tongue—musk, female, and Magda. The headiest cocktail he’d ever experienced.
    His reaction was a buzz of pleasure against her pussy. Her inner thigh muscles leaped, and he smoothed them with his hands. When he gently pressed her outer lips apart to reveal how wet she was for him, he almost came.
    “Hell,” he groaned and thrust his tongue deep. Her body clenched around him, gripping, riding him. She rocked her hips into his face, and he let her use his mouth.
    Thumbing her nubbin, he pressed the hood back to expose the hard core. When he ground his thumb into it, she issued a long cry.
    “Take from me, baby.”
    She knew what he was saying. Hips snapping upward, she ground her pussy into his mouth and fingers. The tension in her coiled, and her stomach muscles dipped and heaved.
    So close. Come for me.
    She tipped over the edge. Wild contractions around his tongue caused his cock to throb with pressure. He rubbed his groin against the cotton coverlet, imagining her pussy would be a smooth road to a bliss he’d never known.
    He eased his ministrations on her clit as her breath sobbed in her lungs. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and he studied her lashes, which were white-blonde at the roots and dark auburn at the tips. Each strand contained so much of her—from physical details to genetic tendencies to preferences for certain foods.
    Right now she was thirsty. Again he wished he had something to give her.
    Water—number three . How was it she was purer than water?
    The final pulsations under his tongue died away. He gave her one final lap, dragging his tongue from her taut nubbin down through her slick folds to her soaking entrance.
    With one finger, he caught a bead of her juices. She watched him lick it off.
    Then she grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand to her lips. He groaned as his digit disappeared into her hot mouth. She closed her eyes and fell still. Another swipe of her tongue, and she froze.
    Releasing him, she said, “You don’t have fingerprints.”
    “No.”
    Her smile stretched. Her mind and emotions were a jumble, and for a moment, he couldn’t make sense of the thoughts. He stared at her until her mind cleared, and caught her intention a split second before she acted on it.
    She wrapped her arms and legs around his body and towed him down. Expecting it, he allowed her to overpower him. She flipped atop him. When her wet heat collided with his aching cock, he growled. The need to claim her was a heavy drumbeat in his mind, body, soul.
    Straddling him, she leaned back, giving him a view of her breasts and the narrow curves of her waist. Her navel drew his attention, and he pressed his thumb into it. She wiggled against his rock-hard shaft, raising another groan from him.
    “Let me taste you too.”
    Fuck, he hadn’t seen that coming. She prostrated herself on his body and positioned herself at his groin. In a blink, his weeping cockhead was buried in her scorching mouth.
    He fisted his hands in her hair. The strands fell over his knuckles, the finest silk. As she took all of him in her mouth, he ate up the emotions buzzing around her. Lust, want, closeness.
    Her mind lingered over the flavor of him. Another drop of precum oozed onto her tongue. She swallowed around him reflexively.
    “Christ, that’s enough.” He cupped her jaw and drew her up. She came willingly, her body unfolding like a length of chain. When their eyes were level, he kissed her.
    She went limp in his hold, all her emotion suddenly tasting tender and loving and a little vulnerable.
    With extreme care he drew her down and rolled her to her back, kissing her. Her mouth tasted of their mingled essences, and his need increased tenfold.
    He guided his throbbing cock to the junction of her thighs. No disease existed in Mindchangers, and she was as pure as her number code.
    “My One,” he murmured and plunged into her.
    Body tightening, she scraped her nails down his spine. He captured her cries with his kiss while battling the