Emily's POV
Matt's lips trailed down my neck, his breath hot against my skin as I lay back on my bed. His fingers found my clit, circling it with gentle pressure that made me arch against him.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his eyes dark with desire as he watched me squirm beneath him.
I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. "Less talking, more action."
He chuckled. His mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses across my collarbone, between my breasts, down my stomach. When he reached between my legs, I couldn't help the moan that escaped me.
"Matt..." I gasped as his tongue found my most sensitive spot.
"Let me hear you," Matt demanded, his fingers joining his tongue.
I gripped the sheets, my hips moving of their own accord as pleasure built inside me. Matt knew exactly what he was doing, bringing me to the edge before backing off, teasing me mercilessly.
"Stop playing around," I growled, frustrated.
He grinned up at me wickedly. "Patience."
