David
I’m soproud of Emily for going to court today, but man, it has been an all-day affair.
I sit down on my bed with a towel wrapped around my waist and lean against the wall with a sigh of relief. It feels right that Emily is here again. I think of her in the black skirt she wore today and how she leaned over the bathroom sink to finish putting on her mascara. And the red lipstick on her full lips.
I put my hand under the towel and lean my head back, stroking myself slowly. It’s been awhile since I’ve had to do this myself. My strokes get faster and my lips part. I moan as I finish.
I open my bedroom door to clean up and walk into Emily.
“Jesus, Emily! When did you get home? How long have you been there?”
She looks me up and down with a smirk. “Long enough to know what was going on in there.”
My face flushes, and I push past her to go into the bathroom. I close the door and drop back against it. Why am I so ashamed? It’s not like she hasn’t seen me in compromising positions before. Maybe it’s because I was thinking of her.
I look at myself in the mirror. We’re going to do this. Yes, I am talking to my dick. It needs some moral support for this. I pull a pair of jeans up under my towel and drop the towel to the floor. I carefully zip them up.
I walk into the kitchen and see Emily leaning over the island, reading something on her phone and twisting her hair around her finger. I reach down and try to alleviate the strain against my zipper. My cock is begging for her. What is it about Emily that makes me so weak?
I walk up behind her and put my arms around her.
“How did the case go?” My voice is unintentionally sultry. The heat in my crotch rises and warms my vocal chords.
“It was harsh.”
She turns around to face me. Her lips are nearly touching mine as our breath mingles. She looks at me with bright green eyes. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her eyes display such an intense color. She bites her lip. I lean in the rest of the way and my lips find hers. She kisses me back, pressing her body into me. I pull away long enough to seek her approval. She nods. I reach up and unbutton her jacket. Each button releases to expose her cleavage and tummy. She tries to cover her stomach, but I move her hand away.
I kiss her as I pull the strings of her cami down her shoulders and off her arms. She won’t let me take it all the way off. Not yet. I unclip her bra from behind her back, and it falls to the floor. I step back to look at her. Her full breasts are just as incredible as I remember. I kiss her chin and continue down her neck, my tongue tracing along her skin. I trail my kisses down her chest. She moans softly.
I stop and take a quick breath. I don’t know how to make love. What am I doing? I know the kind of lover Emily needs, and it ain’t me. She looks up at me and her lips tighten. I see tears spring into the corners of her eyes.
No, no, no, I can’t do this to her. There will be no coming back from this level of disappointment and mixed signals. Fuck.
She kisses me, bringing me back to the moment. A single tear falls down her cheek. I wipe it away.
“Emily…”
“David, I want this. I need this. Stop thinking. It’s never been your strong suit.” She laughs.
I pick her up and place her on the island counter. She tries to cover her stomach, but I pin her arms to her side. I lay her back and kiss her stomach as I lift her skirt up her thighs. I have an intense desire to go down on her—something I never do. I long to taste her and feel her squirm against my mouth. My lips find their destination between her legs as I pull her panties aside. She tastes sweet.
She moans and grabs a fistful of my hair. I reach my hand up to play between her legs while using my other hand to unzip my jeans. I am throbbing. I stand back up, assessing my ability to take her on this table. It’s the perfect height, as if made just for us.
I press my hips into hers and lean down to kiss her. I grab the waistband of her panties, slip them down her thighs, and toss them aside. The warmth between her legs is against me. I look down at her, and she turns her head.
“David, I want you.”
I greedily oblige, pressing myself into her. She moans. She is heavenly—better than I could have dreamed. She leans up on her elbows and drops her head back. She looks up at me with big green eyes. Her lipstick is smudged across her porcelain skin.
I lift her off the table and turn her around, kissing her neck as I take in the scent of her hair. Coconut vanilla. She leans over the table, her chest pressed against the cool marble. I find my way back inside of her and thrust deeply. She tries to pull her shirt down over her stomach, but I grab her wrist and hold it behind her back. I go deeper inside of her. I don’t know what she will allow me to do, so I reach my other hand up and grab her hair. I pull her head up toward me. She’s nearly standing now.
“Harder,” she whispers.
I happily give her what she wants, craving the roughness as well. My hips cause the flesh of her ass to ripple. It’s rhythmic and beautiful.
“Can we go into your room?” she asks in a breathy voice. Her thighs quiver.
“Whatever you want, Em,” I whisper against her shoulder.
I use the walk to the bedroom as a moment to take a breather. She kisses me as I crawl between her legs again. I kiss down her chest, but she tries to stop me when I reach her stomach. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head. She gasps. I am inside her again, thrusting slowly and deeply. She moans against my mouth. I am in heaven.
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