Page 34 of Two Favors Repaid

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Rob

Rob’s mind was blown, and they hadn’t even taken of their clothes yet. The feeling of Emma’s hands on his body—knowing this was the real Emma, not the one from his dreams—was almost more than he could stand.

He bit her lower lip gently and moved down to her neck. He stopped when he heard her gasp and nibbled softly. He wanted to make her whimper in pleasure.

“Take it off,” she said, moving his hands from her waist to the back of her dress, and he loved that she felt comfortable enough with him to tell him what she wanted.

He slid the zipper down easily while still nibbling gently on her neck. And then he stopped nibbling because she was naked from the waist up, and he’d never seen anything as beautiful before. Her creamy skin stood out against a bright blue bra which was just so her it made him want to weep.

He could see her nipples pebbling under his gaze and moved his thumbs to caress them. Her gasp was his reward. He lowered the cups of her bra so her breasts were exposed. The bra still pushed them up gently, and she thrust her breasts towards him.

“Please. Lick me.”

“Your wish is my command,” he whispered, laughing. He lowered his head and breathed gently on her right nipple, watching it grow even harder. Then he finally licked, gently at first then a bit more aggressively. He watched her reaction carefully to see how much pleasure she enjoyed.

Her breathing grew harsh, and she grabbed her other breast with her own hand, her thumb and forefinger pinching the nipple, mirroring what he was doing with his mouth.

“Allow me,” he said, removing her hand gently and taking over. He pinched her nipple as she’d done then a bit harder.

“God, yes, don’t stop,” she begged. After a short while, he switched his attention from one breast to the other.

Emma groaned softly and grabbed for his other hand, placing it on her hipbone.

“What do you want, Emma, sweetheart?”

“Please … I need you inside me,” she begged. Her eyes were crystalline pools of desire. She looked innocent and wanton at the same time, and he wanted to give her everything she desired, everything she deserved.

“Don’t rush me, Emma. We have lots of time, and I want to remember this moment forever.”

“But I need …”

Her words died as he lifted her dress and bunched it up by her waist. His large, calloused hand traveled up her thigh towards her panties, which was the same delightful color as her bra.

“Do you need me here?” he asked, his finger just caressing her mound over the soft cotton. Her hips rose up to meet him.

She nodded quickly and he obliged, lifting the thin material aside so he could touch her. He placed a finger gently inside her wetness. It was a tight fit, even for one finger. His cock strained against the front of his trousers.

He teased her for a moment longer, but he needed better access—he needed to get her underwear off. He lifted her gently off the table. She held on to him with her legs around his waist, a delicious pressure, and he realized he needed to get her to his bed. He didn’t want their first time to happen on the kitchen table. Carrying her carefully, he turned around and walked to his bedroom, setting her gently on the bed. He removed her dress, which no longer covered much of her, and took a second to admire her figure in the soft moonlight streaming in. She was tiny compared to him but beautifully curvy, her skin soft where his was rough. He ran a hand along her body from her neck to her toes, trying to memorize everything about her.

His hand stilled as it came back up towards her injured arm.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m not okay, Rob,” she said then quickly added, “I want you to go back to what you were doing just before. But first take off the rest of your clothes,” she begged.

Bossy.

He took off his clothes in record time. Their eyes met for a moment. He’d always been happy that his body was strong and lean and efficient, but nobody had ever looked at him the way she was looking at him before. He grew harder under her intense gaze.

“You’re so big,” she whispered. “Come here.”

“Shh … it’s not time for that yet.” He parted her legs and admired the soft blond curls around her pink pussy. He brought two fingers inside her. She moaned and grabbed onto his back. He started a slow, easy rhythm, searching for those moans that told him her pleasure was building. Finally, she reached that beautiful moment of no return.

Her mouth made an O-shape, and she cried out her relief. Her pussy shook around his fingers.

He smiled and moved up her body to nuzzle her neck.