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“Yes,” I hum, then fall mouth-first over a pink nipple.
Emily’s back arches at my touch.
Is it possible that she really did not have any other guy except for me and that loser Shire?
A woman like her could have any man she wants.
But enough thinking about that. We both help each other out of our sweaters and now Emily is shirtless like me. That feeling of skin-to-skin, something I didn’t have with her before, drives me crazy, makes my heart thump loudly, and my breathing heavy.
As I kiss her collarbone, I reach for my back pocket, where my wallet is. Fumbling sightless, I find the condom I keep there, then place it in her hand.
Emily looks at me with surprise and delight and smiling like a devil, I sit up on my knees and hold her by the thighs.
“You’re so freaking beautiful,” I say, my mind in a haze, “I have no idea why I left you behind.”
“You were an idiot,” she says deadpan. “You said so yourself.”
We look at each other and laugh, the easy laughter of lifelong companions reunited at last.
I then focus my attention on the button of her pants, undoing it. Then I pull down her zipper, and bring her pants down along with everything else, panties, socks, and shoes.
I dispose of her garments, then look at her, completely nude and open, just for me.
She’s flushed, and shy, but in her eyes, I see desire, a woman who knows what she wants and is ready for it.
So, I better give it to her.
She holds my head, anxious for my lips to touch her, but I have my fun first, kissing her everywhere but there. After a while of torturing her, Emily grabs me by my hair and puts me in position, making me laugh at her innocent naughtiness.
I open her outer lips so I can have better access to her. It’s there, pink, luminous, and very hard, throbbing for some attention, and I am here to give it.
My lips envelop her clit, and Emily squirms with breathy moans, and unintelligible words muttered involuntarily.
I’m French kissing her down there, and I have to hold her hips steady, because they buck like a wild horse, trying to get away from me. I decide to slow down a bit and be more gentle.
“Please, don’t stop!” Emily cries, and I, her humble servant, oblige.
I go in at full throttle, with my tongue circling her, and my lips sucking on her until she’s covering her mouth to contain her moaning.
“It’s okay, Emily,” I say, with a mouthful of her. “No need to hold back.”
And then she howls her passion into the wind.
Instead of my tongue, now I use my fingers to touch her deeply, moving slow at first, and then moving faster. I can barely keep my touch on her because of her squirms, but I’m up for the challenge.
Soon enough, she raises her hips, and twists around like a fish out of water. Her trembling body and high-pitch cry lets me know that she got what I wanted to give her, and I let out a single victorious smile in celebration.
I gently caress her legs, giving her time to recover.
“Your turn?” she mews, all coiled around herself.
I nod, kicking off my shoes and opening my zipper.
Finally relieved of its fabric prison, my penis aches for her.
I bring her hand to touch it, and Emily squeezes it gently, still shaking from her orgasm.
“Where’s the condom?” I say with a heavy sigh.
