With Emzee, though, the sex had felt different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, couldn’t really explain it, but it was new territory for me. Of that I was certain.
I splashed some cold water on my face, not sure what to do about the unwelcome and unexpected feelings that were pinballing around inside me. I hated when shit got complicated out of nowhere.
Instead of going straight back to the bedroom, I went to the kitchen. Usually, at this point in the evening, I’d be eying the door and going through a long list of possible excuses I could make as I snuck out in the middle of the night.
I took out some tea instead, which I knew Emzee liked to drink when she couldn’t sleep.
Munchkin joined me. He was still wearing his leash. Em and I had been so eager to get to the bedroom that we’d been all over each other the moment we got in the apartment, with no time to even unleash the dog.
He didn’t seem to mind, though, wagging up at me as I unhooked his leash and hung it on the hook next to the door. I played with his pointy ears and gave him a few scratches as I waited for the water to boil. Once our mugs of tea were ready, I spiked them with a few dashes of whisky for good measure.
Munchkin appeared to approve, wagging his tail at me before returning to his little bed in the living room, clearly sensing that Emzee and I deserved some more privacy. He was a smart, thoughtful little dog. I knew he got anxious if Em wasn’t home enough, but he was never clingy when I came over to hang out, which I appreciated. Whether that spoke more highly of me or the dog, I didn’t know.
I headed back to the bedroom with the tea, but when I opened the door, I found that Emzee was no longer sprawled out wantonly across the bed, but instead had slipped under the covers, hiding all her glorious soft skin and sexy-as-fuck curves.
What stopped me in my tracks was the look on Emzee’s face as I walked over to her. The smile she gave me—full of pure happiness—hit me right in the gut.
Something I normally managed to keep at bay, even when I was doing the full puppet master routine on her.
If she ever found out…
Well. I’d just have to make sure she didn’t.
Seeming to sense my hesitation, her smile faltered.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, biting her lip.
As she looked at me, her grip on the sheet loosened and it dipped down, revealing her absolutely perfect tits. They were full and round, almost too large for her petite frame, but oh-so perky, having that mouthwatering teardrop shape a man couldn’t resist. Even though we’d just fucked, I found that I was ready to go again, my cock responding to her of its own accord.
“Yes,” I said, setting the tea down on her nightstand. “There is.”
My dick was rock hard as I climbed into bed beside her.
“What is it?” Emzee asked, looking adorably nervous.
I tugged the covers away, revealing the entirety of her naked body. I didn’t think it was possible, but I grew even harder at the sight, my balls aching.
“I’m not inside you right now,” I said. “I think we need to remedy that, don’t you?”
Her eyes lit up, then widened as she got a glimpse of my cock. I knew I was well-endowed, but I’d never gotten the kind of reaction that Emzee had given me when I first revealed myself to her. Getting that same reaction now only made me want her more.
I dug around for another condom and then rolled it on, eager to take her again. Emzee seemed just as eager, her hands reaching down to stroke me as her mouth found my neck.
I didn’t want to deal with my guilt now. Instead, I focused on something I could control. Making sure my fake fiancée came her brains out.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked, circling her pebbled nipple with my thumb.
She nodded, still biting her lip in a way that was both enticing and adorable.
“You want my cock inside you?” I prodded.
“Yes,” she said breathily.
“Get on your hands and knees and face the headboard,” I ordered her.
I loved that she immediately did as I asked, her tits swaying heavily as she positioned herself on the bed, her heart-shaped ass directed toward me. I slid a hand down the silky smooth skin of her back before parting her thighs wider and sliding a hand between her legs.
“Fuck yes,” I said. “You’re more than ready.”
