Her Best Men

Then, her eyes met mine again and they were full of heat. Her mouth opened, and she said one word, “Jude?” and it was all over.

I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to hers. My tongue raked along the roof of her mouth, dancing with hers. She clasped her hands around the back of my neck and pulled me in closer to her. This time, she said my name, whispering the words against my lips.

“Jude...” and that word sounded more like a plead than anything else.

“Yes, Ember?” I asked, holding her face in my hands.

Her lips were smeared with red lipstick and it somehow made her all the sexier to me. Her words came out breathy, barely more than a whisper, but they sent a shudder throughout my entire body.

“I want you,” she said.

“I want you too,” I said. “God, I've never wanted someone more in my entire life.”

She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her face to mine. My hands slid to the back of her head, cradling it gently in my hands, but holding her against me. I didn't even want to come up for air, I just wanted to keep kissing those deliciously pouty lips of hers, even if it was the end of me.

My body had other plans though. Ember's breasts rubbed against my chest, and through her dress, I felt her nipples – hard and begging to be touched. Cupping her tender breast in my hand, I teased her nipple until she whimpered, her body shaking against me.

“Yes,” she groaned, pressing herself into me. Her lips quivered and I kissed them again, nibbling her lower lip. “That feels so good.”

I lifted her up off the ground, her lips still against mine, and carried her over to the couch. Gently, I sat back on the couch, and she folded into me. Her legs straddled my lap, her entire body pressed against mine. She rubbed herself against my erection, her body grinding into mine as I dotted kisses along her face and down her neck. The way her auburn hair splayed out against the whiteness of her skin was a work of art. Then again, everything about her was absolutely perfect, right down to the generous curves of her body. She was a modern-day Goddess, carved from stone.

She was my Goddess now.

I lifted her dress up over her head, exposing her for the first time. While she was still wearing a bra and panties – not much different than a bikini, really – it was far more intimate. Her lacy black bra stood in stark contrast to the cool paleness of her skin, freckles like ink spots covered her chest and shoulders, leaving her breasts perfectly white. The sun had never reached her tits before, leaving them pure and clear.

Reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra, her breasts fell forward, falling against my chest. Ember's hand yanked at my shirt, and I raised my arm

s as she lifted it up and over my head. Her pink nipples rubbed against my chest, making my cock strain against my pants even harder. Ember's head fell forward, hiding us behind a veil of fiery red hair.

Her lips latched onto my neck, sucking as she ground her tight little body into mine. My pants and her panties were the only thing keeping us apart now, and Ember was already working at my zipper with her hands as she kissed me.

I gasped as her hand slid down, grasping my cock. Her tiny fingers barely wrapped around my thick, hard member. She looked at me and bit her bottom lip, her eyes sparkling. Clearly impressed. Together, we pushed my pants lower on my hips as she moved against me, rocking her body until her pussy was massaging my dick through her silk panties.

Not being able to take it any longer, I pushed her panties aside and guided myself against her opening. Ember rocked against me, taking me inside of her all at once. Her wetness was more than enough lubrication, and I slipped right between her folds, filling her up with a grunt. Her pussy felt every bit as good as I imagined it would. As good as I'd fantasized about when I'd jerked off to memories of her. Even better, if that were possible. Tight and warm, her juices more than enough to let her move up and down on my cock.

“Damn,” I muttered, clenching my teeth as the walls of her pussy closed around me. “How is it possible for you to feel this good?”

She giggled breathlessly, rocking against me. “I was just thinking the same thing,” she said.

Holding onto her hips, I helped her find the perfect rhythm, as our bodies moved in unison. I covered every inch of her face in kisses before moving down to her neck, then her chest. Ember whimpered as I took her perfectly pink nipple between my lips and sucked.

“Oh God, Jude,” she groaned, her pussy twitching around my cock. “Yes, yes, oh God, yes.”

Hearing her moans sent a wave of pleasure coursing through my body. I wanted to hear her scream out my name. Reaching around, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to stare deep into those emerald eyes as she fucked me. The things I wanted to do with her – the list was endless. I wanted to fuck her on every piece of furniture in this place, have her every which way I could. I'd never felt this strongly about a woman before, and I feared Ember just might be the death of me.

Her breathing became heavier, and her body spasmed as she groaned. I trailed my fingers up and down the sides of her body, raking my nails against her flesh. She shuddered, her body trembling from her head, all the way to her pussy, her own nails digging into the flesh of my chest. I knew she was close, and I so badly wanted to watch her sweet release.

“Come for me, Ember,” I groaned. “Come all over my cock, baby.”

“Yes, yes, Jude,.” her voice cracked, and her words became garbled as rocked against me, her eyes opening wide as she cried out. Her next words were whimpered more than spoken, “I'm coming, Jude. Oh God, yes, I'm coming.”

I let go of her hair and let her head fall forward. She rested her forehead against my chest as she quivered. I stroked her back, whispering into her ear.

“You feel so good, Ember,” I moaned.

Once her orgasm subsided, I gripped her hips and rolled us both over on the couch, my cock still sheathed inside the warm, wet center of her. She let out a soft groan as we switched positions, but otherwise, she was as limp as a ragdoll, still reeling from her climax.

“Please don't stop,” she whimpered, arching her pelvis up to meet mine. “Please, Jude. Fuck me some more.”