She spit again, smoothing her hand over me, and then began to pump as I licked her clit, along her seam, down to her ass and back. I could have come just like that, just hearing the sounds she was making and feeling how she rocked against my face, needy and unbridled.
But when she lowered and took me inside her mouth, I groaned, eyes squeezing shut as I fought against the urge to blow right then.
“Fuck, Em,” I groaned, wishing I could see. It almost made it more intense that I couldn’t, like taking that one sense away had heightened the others. “You and that dirty fucking mouth.”
She moaned around me, sliding off to the tip before she took in another inch. I gripped her ass in my hands, pulling her lower so I could feast on her pussy to keep my mind off coming. It felt so good — the new angle, how far she could take me down her throat, the slide of her tongue against the top of my cock, the teasing bits of teeth she used to drive me mad.
I slid a finger inside her again, sucking her clit into my mouth as I added a second finger to fill her more. She moaned and bucked against the touch, the eager way she sucked me telling me she liked what I was doing. I curled my fingers, pulsing in time with the little sucks of her clit.
Emily let my cock go with a pop, crying out as she fucked my fingers. “Yes,fuck, Braden, yes, right there.”
I’d learned from fucking Emily that when she saysright thereordon’t stop— it didn’t mean go faster or deeper or try something new. It meant doexactlywhat I was doing and I better not stop unless I was dying.
So I kept my pace, licking and sucking, fingering her as she bucked against me and tried to suck my cock — though she was distracted now. And when she came on my mouth, when I got to taste her as she shook and trembled and clenched around my fingers, I smiled, reveling in the power to undo a woman like her.
“Fuck,” she sighed when she was done, and then she climbed off me far too soon for my liking, tugging on my arm until I followed her lead. She bent on all fours, offering me her beautiful ass, her arched back, her pussy dripping from my mouth and her release.
I blew out a breath, shaking my head as I crawled to meet her. My cock ached for release, and I pumped myself once, twice, taking in the view of Emily both from behind and in the mirror — her tits hanging, lips parted, eyes locked on mine and waiting.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I said, knowing it was true, knowing wehadto figure out a way to be together because I couldn’t stand the thought of the alternative. I slid my crown into her heat, both of us moaning when I flexed in an inch, testing her. “Never enough.”
I rocked in deeper, stretching her, watching my cock press into her pussy before my eyes slid to the mirror to savor theecstasy on her face. Withdrawing, I teased her entrance before sliding in again, this time to the hilt, stealing both our breaths.
“So fucking tight,” I cursed. “Come here.”
I pulled at her waist until she was on her knees, until I was perched behind her, fucking her slowly while my hands were free to roam. I squeezed her breast, the other hand climbing up to her throat, my eyes greedy where I watched her beautiful body stretched out for me.
“Play with your clit,” I said roughly in her ear. “I want to feel you come again. I want to watch your face when it happens.”
Emily’s eyes never left mine. She held me captive, hand reaching between her thighs to rub her clit while she arched and slammed back to meet my thrusts. I dropped one hand to her hip to steady us, the other still gripping her throat like I knew she liked, and now, her tits were free to bounce with every flex of my hips.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I praised, eyes devouring the sight of her, of me behind her, of us together. We were so opposite in so many ways, but when we were like this, I wondered how I ever thought we weren’t inevitable.
It was always supposed to be this.
It was always supposed to be us.
Emily found her next release with a whimper, her legs quaking, pussy squeezing my cock. And watching her face twist with pleasure, hearing her sweet moans — it was all I needed.
I came with a guttural groan, a claiming one, like my body was declaring to my soul that we’d never be without this woman — no matter the cost.
Black invaded my vision, the climax so strong I felt it rolling like shock waves through every inch of me. I fucked Emily with our eyes locked in the mirror, with her throat in my hand and my heart in hers.
“Goddamn,” I breathed when I finally steadied, slowing my pace before I carefully pulled out of her. Cum dripped onto the floor when I did, and Emily moaned at the sight, twisting in my arms until she was facing me. She reached down to touch my sensitive cock, eliciting a hiss from me when she wrapped me in a fist and pumped slowly.
Her hand snaked between her legs next, and she pulled her fingers up to show me where my cum was leaking out of her.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“More,” Emily replied.
And then I was pushed onto my back, and she was in my lap, my cock inside her before I could decide if I had it in me to go another round. But my body fired up the moment she slid down, the second my hands found her hips and held on while she rode me.
It was true. I really would never get enough of her.
I was insatiable, and insane, and incapable of understanding the full risk of not putting this thing we had inside a box I could neatly tuck away.
But something had broken open in us in that studio, an honesty too raw to ignore. She was good for me. I was good for her. We were good together — and we didn’t want to act like it wasn’t real.
