It’s easy to kiss her back. Easy to take the kiss to the next level, our tongues clashing. Easy to follow her lead when she takes my hand and slides it up her leg, under her sun dress.
Easy to stroke her smooth, silky skin.
To listen to her gasp and feel her arch into me when I find her nipples under her dress.
“Okay?” I ask.
“Love—it.” Her head arches back. “Sensitive.Yes.”
It takes me a split second to pull the dress over her head, and then I’m not just touching those sweet perky nipples.
I’m sucking on them too.
She lifts her chest into my hand and my mouth and grips my hair. “Don’t—deserve—”
“Yes, you do.”
I don’t ask the last time her ex played with her breasts.
Don’t need to know.
Instead, I lick and suck and nip while her thighs fall open and she pulls me down on top of her.
Easy.
So easy to treat Emma and her body the way she deserves to be treated.
To make her feel good.
Her hips buck beneath me, and it’s the most natural thing in the world to slide my hand down her belly, flicking her nipple with my tongue while my fingers drift closer and closer to her panties.
She spreads her legs more.
I brush a knuckle over her mound. “Can I touch you here?”
“Oh,please,” she whispers. “Please.”
I don’t want totouchher.
I want to thrust deep inside her.
I want to show her how much it’s meant to me to have a friend these past few days too.
But I’m not going anywhere. She’s not going anywhere.
Not tonight.
So I take it slow, stroking over her panties until she’s straining so hard against my hand that her muscles quiver and her breath comes in soft bursts accompanied bymoreandyesandpleaseandso good.
I swirl my tongue around her nipple and slip one finger into her panties, touching her smooth, bare, slick pussy.
“More,” she whispers.
Her eyes are scrunched shut, her head tilted back, thighs straining and shifting into my touch.
I dip one finger inside her, and she bucks her hips. “Deeper.More.”
Two fingers, then three. Her wet heat coats me as I match her rhythm while she pumps against my hand.
