Her soft fingers tightened infinitesimally around my dick. She stroked, but her touch was too light to be effective. Not that I didn’t enjoy the soft caress, because I most certainly did, but the incessant throb required counterpressure to keep me from losing my mind.
I covered her hand with mine and held it more firmly. “More pressure is better. You won’t hurt me.”
Emily began stroking, her fingers curling tight enough to move the skin along my iron-hard shaft. In mere seconds, I was panting, completely blown away by her delicate yet determined touch. My head tipped back as the sensations flowed through me, tingling along my spine, lighting up all the nerve receptors.
“Fuck,” I bit out, my hands gripping the cushions of the couch.
Emily’s eyes were closed as she licked around the swollen head, teasing the slit before curling beneath the crest. She laved my cockhead with wet heat before she dared to take me into her mouth. I was lost to her then. I had to hold on to the cushion to keep from gripping her head and holding her there. As much as I enjoyed her exploration, I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. While filling her pretty little mouth with my cum was an idea with merit, I wanted to feel the tight clasp of her pussy more.
“Em … Love...” I curled my fingers tighter when she sucked especially hard on the tip.
I held my breath, tightened my stomach muscles, and held on until I could see the darkness at the edge of my vision. Dragging in desperately needed oxygen, I reached for her, pulling her into my lap. She squealed with surprise, but once she was where I needed her, I swallowed down her sputtered interjections with my mouth on hers.
“I need to be inside you,” I told her, cupping her ass, pulling her tight against me.
Emily whimpered as she shifted, her slick folds sliding along the hard ridge of my cock.
“I need inside you now,” I warned, wanting her to be the one to do it, to make that decision.
She didn’t hesitate, reaching between us and guiding my cock to her entrance. With my hands on her hips, I eased her down, groaning as ecstasy flooded my limbic system. I’d never been one who had experimented with drugs, but if there was one that came even remotely close to feeling this good, I wanted to patent it and sell it to the masses.
“Fuck me, Em,” I pleaded, planting my hands on her hips.
Emily knew what she wanted because she took it. As she rolled her hips, the tight clasp of her body hugging my dick, I swore I heard angels sing. And no, I’d never been one to wax poetic about anything, much less sex, but with Emily, the feel of her body joining with mine was transcendental. It was powerful enough to break sound barriers, to bring dinosaurs back from extinction. It was sweet and sexy and euphoric.
But it wasn’t enough, and I think she was in agreement if her grunt was any indication.
Gripping her hips, I jerked her forward, impaling her on my length.
“Hold on,” I warned as I surged to my feet.
Her legs curled around my hips, her arms wreathing my neck. I stepped over to the high table behind the sofa, set her ass on the edge. She released me to curl her fingers around the edges behind her, elbows locking. I shifted my position by sliding my arms beneath her knees to tilt her pelvis upward.
And then I fucked her. Hard.
Spurred by her desperate pleas for more and her sensual cries, I fucked her as hard and as deep as I could, claiming her in a way I’d never claimed another. I willed her to feel me to the depths of her soul.
“I’m coming!” Emily cried out, her muscles tightening.
Using sheer force, I pressed my arms to the undersides of her thighs, tilting her back a little more, and drove down into her.
“Kieran … oh, yes … Kieran!”
I’d been hanging by a thread earlier, and now I was holding back merely because I wanted to wring every last orgasm from her. She offered them so freely, and I was selfish in my need, taking and taking until that sliver of thread snapped.
I drove into her once, twice…
“Fuck.” I roared my release, throwing my head back and growling at the sky, my balls emptying into her.
I maintained enough of my sanity to look down at her. “Did I hurt you?”
She was smiling up at me, panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “No. That was … that was amazing.”
There was so much wonder in her voice, once again, it was possible the angels were singing.
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