My suit jacket hits the floor. Emmy's hands yank my shirt from my waistband. Buttons scatter as she pulls, fabric tears. I don't care. My hands find her zipper, drag it down the length of her back. The dress pools at her feet like liquid, leaving her in black lace against pale skin, breathing hard.
I stop, look at her. The sight steals what little breath I have left.
"God, Emmy. You're so beautiful."
My voice sounds rougher than I've ever heard it. Where did that come from? I don't care.
My hands slide over her skin—waist, ribs, higher. She arches into my touch, making sounds that drive me crazy. My mouth follows my hands—throat, collarbone, lower.
"You're perfect. So perfect," I murmur against her skin.
She pulls at my belt, breathless, urgent. When she gets it open, her hand wraps around my cock, and my vision whites out briefly.
She pumps, but her grip is tight, too tight, and I gasp. She looks up with sorry eyes. She mouths 'sorry' then immediately kneels.She licks and circles the tip, spreading my precum. Swirling. Without warning, she slides her mouth fully over my shaft and bobs her head, sucking strongly.
My hands cup her head, fingers pointing down across her ears. I'm riding the rhythm of her head motion. She pauses, lifts her head, and pumps with her palm, then goes back to working her mouth and tongue. Faster. She licks the length from the base to the tip, again and again. Then continues to suck harder and faster. She looks up at me. Smiles.
This is bliss, and I'm nearing my point of no return.
I tilt her head back away from my cock. Her eyes meet mine. The need between us is clear and shared. She stands. But keeps a loose grip on my shaft. We kiss deeply. Sloppily.
I groan against her shoulder. "Emmy. God. Yes."
I can't form complete thoughts. Only sensations.
My hand slides between her thighs. She's already wet, ready. I part her lips and press one finger along her slit. "So ready for me," my voice rough with want. "You feel incredible."
The words surprise me. These aren't phrases I've ever used. They're just coming, like she's pulling them from me. I lift her, and her legs wrap around my waist, her back presses against the wall. Our eyes lock again—another critical moment of connection. "Now?"
"Yes," she breathes. "Please."
I push inside slowly. Tight, hot, perfect. Made for me. We both gasp, and I have to pause to catch my breath. I don't want to embarrass myself by coming way too soon. Nothing has ever felt like this. "You feel amazing," I tell her, lips against her neck. "Sogood. Perfect." I start moving, slow at first. Her nails dig into my shoulders through my shirt.
"Harder," she gasps. "Fuck me... harder."
I comply, losing myself in her. Slow turns into hard, but not merciless. Not yet, anyway. Each thrust deep, then deeper, steady. My hands under her thighs, support her weight. This angle is perfect, each thrust hits deep. I feel my orgasm approaching. Fuck no. Not yet.
Emmy's breaths and moans grow louder.
"That's it," I tell her. "God, Emmy. You're so beautiful like this. I want to watch you come."
Where are these words coming from? I don't know, don't care. She responds to them, clenching around me when I talk. My right hand moves between us, finds where we're joined. I circle her clit, apply pressure, and match it to the rhythm of my thrusts.
She gasps my name. "Adrian. Oh God. Yeah. Right th..."
I'm close, so close, but I want her to come first. Need to feel her come around me. I focus on her pleasure. I think about contract law to distract myself. It works. I pause my thrusts but remain sheathed deep inside her.
I carry her to her bed. A pile of books topples out of our way. And lay her down. We stay fully connected. I continue to pump her firmly while we kiss passionately. I suck on her nipples, then withdraw.
Sliding down her body, I run my tongue over her belly and lower. My tongue presses along her slit and darts in and out of her slick, open honeypot. Sucking and slurping as I go. She moans andwrithes her hips, bucks. One hand reaches down and presses her clit. The other hand settles onto the back of my head driving my face firmly down onto her pussy, holding me there. She guides my head with micro precision while I tongue-fuck her. My face is now a slippery liquid slather of my saliva and her juices.
"Let's flip, if it's OK with you."
"Mmm..."
She rolls over and up onto her knees. Her perfectly round ass high in the air. I slap one hand onto her ass cheek, and she pushes back. Looks back at me over her shoulder.
"Again, Adrian, again." I oblige, a little harder this time. "Mmm, again." I switch to the other cheek. I slap and hold my palm in place. I step closer, squat lower, and insert my tip inside her. Just inside. She moans and lifts her head. I reach forward to grip her hair in one hand while building the tempo of my thrusts. Faster, stop, start, slower. stop, start, stop. Teasing.
