7
Emma
This.
This is what I want my life to be.
Brave. Bold. Seize the moment.
No apologies.
Especially not as I’m rolling a condom down Jonas’s erect penis, his breath coming in short pants. “Like—when you—touch me,” he says.
I don’t answer.
Not with words.
Instead, I wrap an arm around his neck, remember his sunburn and shift to hook my hand behind his head instead, and I kiss him.
Hard.
Deep.
Long.
I don’t know how I’m flat on my back on the bed already, but I know my body is screaming for me to part my legs for him again, to grab his ass and pull him close, to—
Holyhell.
I squeeze his ass.
Hello, muscles.
I knew he was fit, but—whoa.
His lips shift, smiling as he’s kissing me.
But he doesn’t stop.
Instead, he flexes his hips, bringing the broad head of his penis right to my clit, his ass muscles clenching even tighter under my hand.
This man knows what he’s doing.
And I’m here for it.
Especially as he rocks that tip against my clit again, my already stimulated cells begging for more.
“Jonas,” I gasp, breaking the kiss.
“You—” he starts, then shakes his head.
Smiles at me.
Kisses the tip of my nose.
And then takes my mouth again as he shifts his position and slides his cock deep,deepinside me.
The feel of another man inside me is foreign, butgood.
