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“Perfect,” I said. “If you can, when you get some slack, pull the outside loops of the rope over your thumbs.”
She pulled a face as she wriggled, and then her confused look burst into a smile.
“I think I’ve got it!”
Emma squirmed some more, and the ropes dropped to the ground behind her. She stood up victoriously, almost forgetting about the tape on her ankles.
“Woah.” She waved her arms to steady herself, then looked at me. “How do I get out of this?” She leaned down and tugged at the corner of the tape, but it stayed stuck.
“You’re going to use the rope to saw through it,” I said, as I picked it up from the ground and passed it back to her.
Emma looked confused.
“Saw through it? How?”
“Wrap it around your hands,” I instructed, as I stood up and helped her. Now that her eyes weren’t in line with my crotch, I wasn’t so worried about her seeing my erection. But then she leaned down, stepping one foot over the rope so she was holding it perpendicular to the tape, and the top of her head was inches away from my cock.
It was throbbing. Surely she could feel its heat?
I stepped away instinctively, then kneeled again to guide her hands. She worked her arms back and forth, keeping the rope taut, sawing at the tape. It took a while to weaken, but once she’d made that initial tear, the rope tore through it easily. When the last connection weakened and gave way, she stumbled forward and grabbed my shoulder for support.
It all happened so quickly I could barely register it: one moment she was smiling, the next her lips were pressed against mine.
I stiffened, unused to the feel of a woman’s touch. I hadn’t had so much as a kiss since I was sentenced two years ago — even though I’d been free for six months, I hadn’t done any dating. What kind of woman would want a man who’d been in jail?
I knew I should tell Emma about my past, but her lips were warm and soft, and I couldn’t pull myself away. She grabbed the back of my head to draw me closer, wrapping her fingers around my shaved skull, and I reciprocated by easing my tongue in her mouth.
God, she tasted good. Her kisses were the perfect combination of lips and tongue, and it made me want her even more. We stood up together, our mouths never separating, and this time Iknewshe could feel my cock against her stomach. How could she not? It had thickened to its full girth, demanding attention, radiating heat through both our bodies as I pulled her against me.
“I need you,” she gasped, as she moved back far enough to nuzzle her mouth against my neck.
“I need you too,” I panted.
Don’t do this, the voice in my head warned, but it was like she’d found a direct line between my neck and my cock: each flick of her tongue made me throb more, and her hands seemed to be seeking to cover every inch of my skin. She fumbled with my shirt, pulling it up to reveal my abs, and trailed her fingers over the sensitive skin above the waistband of my pants, only millimeters away from the tip of my cock.
And then, with one swift movement, she reached down further and squeezed my balls through my pants.
I groaned with desire. How could she tease me like that? Especially since she then moved her hand away, returning it to my back, digging her fingertips into my muscles through my shirt.
I kissed her intensely as we moved as one unit to the foam box, and when I sat on it, she straddled my thigh and ground her pussy over my leg. It seemed like I wasn’t the only one who was full of pent-up energy: Emma’s pussy burned with so much heat that it felt at least several degrees hotter than the rest of her body. I lifted my foot, driving my thigh against her, making her moan and ride my leg harder, like she was fucking it.
There was no way I could hold back any longer.
I pulled her shirt up, undressing her as she kept grinding on my leg, tossing it aside as soon as it cleared her arms. Her sport bra was harder to undo — the clasp was at the back and one of the hooks was stuck — but it was worth the effort. As the straps dropped around her elbows, the cups came away from two of the most incredible breasts I’d ever seen.
They were small and perky, completely in proportion with Emma’s slim body, with pink nipples that stiffened as I gently brushed my tongue over them. Even though Jackson’s tattoo was unfinished, I could already see how it perfectly followed the upper curve of her breasts, framing them in a way that made the unspoiled curves seem even more luscious.
How did he control himself?I wondered, knowing that Emma would have been topless when he’d drawn the outline. Maybe Jackson had better self-control than I did, or perhaps not being celibate for two years made it easier for him to resist temptation.
She stood up, nuzzling her breast against my face, and as I sucked her nipple, I took the opportunity to reach between her legs and squeeze her pussy through her clothes.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, as I pressed my fingers into the fabric as far as it would stretch. “Oh, Adrian!”
She pulled off my shirt, moving with more urgency as we moved apart so the fabric could pass over my face, then came back to me as though our lips were magnets. I rolled down her pants, but before I could get them over her hips, she kneeled between my legs and stretched the waistband of my pants until she could tuck it under my balls, leaving my exposed erection bobbing between us.
The first time she sank her mouth over my cock, I saw stars. It felt warm and wet, and the visual aspect — seeing my length disappear between her lips — didn’t hurt, either. I groaned and leaned back on the box, my fingers clasping the edge, as Emma pumped away and my extremities tingled. She curled her fingers around my balls, tugging slightly, intensifying the pleasure that I already felt.
And then, when I thought I couldn’t hold back any longer, she stood up, grinned, and tore her pants off. My eyes bulged at the sight of her smooth waxed mound, and as I reached out to touch it, she shook her head and turned around so I could see her ass, and sank her wet pussy over my cock.
