“Let’s say it was a good start.”
I laugh, but she looks like she meant every word. I don’t think either of us will be getting much sleep tonight. At least, I sure hope not.
After dessert, I walk her back out the door, holding her hand.
“Do you want to do something? Catch a concert or a show?”
“No, I want you to take me home and screw me senseless,” she says, opening her coat just enough to make it clear she’s not wearing anything underneath but the boots.
My heartbeat kicks into overdrive, and I find myself licking my lips in anticipation.
“You’re so bad,” I say, and rush to retrieve my truck from the valet.
It takes every ounce of self-control I have to keep from climbing atop her right there. Once we finally make it to Emory’s place –no,ourplace– I slide my arm around her shoulders and we make our way up the sidewalk.
We barely make it inside before I pull her in tight and kiss her sweet lips. She pulls away after a moment, gasping for air.
“Alarm,” she pants. “I have to turn off the alarm or we’re going to have the police here.”
She turns and punches in the code. I make things a little challenging for her, feeling her up through the coat. As soon as she finishes the code, Emory plants her hands on the wall beside the keypad and thrusts her bottom out toward me for more attention.
I step in close behind her, until my body spoons over hers. My arms encircle her, hands roaming freely around her soft curves. Emory moans softly, clutching at my arms but not to tear them away. She grinds herself against me, which has the predictable and desired result. Making me hard as all hell.
My lips seek and find the back of her neck, dragging the coat out of my way. She tilts her head back, soft hair brushing against my face. The coat slides further down. My fingertips light up with the sensation of touching her bare skin.
I yank the coat down to her waist, kissing and biting her on the bare shoulder. She gasps as I run my tongue down her back, leaving kisses down to the curve. The coat falls on the floor. I kiss her rounded, perfect bottom, privy to all of her secrets.
“Oh god.” Her guttural groan is music to my ears as I use my mouth to give her pleasure. I swirl my tongue around her pussy, then slide it inside her folds. My hands grasp around her hips and work her up from the front, too. At first I stroke her clit softly and slowly, and then faster and more firmly. Her heady scent fills my senses. I love making her feel good.
Emory tilts her head back and screams. She half collapses onto me. I catch her easily in my arms and cradle her naked body to me.
She laughs as I carry her into the living room and sit down on the sofa.
“Why haven’t you taken off your clothes yet?”
In response, I pull my shirt off and put it around the back of her neck. I use it like a leash to draw her into my kiss. She moans into my mouth, her soft body melting into my own.
Her hands busy themselves beneath my waist, undoing my fly. Emory lifts her hips while I drag my trousers down, baring my lap.
Emory plants her hands on my shoulders and slowly lowers herself down onto my steel cock. Her eyes flutter closed, her mouth flying open to suck in a sudden gasp of air. She swivels her hips, moving like the sea during a storm.
I caress her luscious skin with fingers, palms, and mouth. Her body's dynamic movements are gorgeous to behold, and magnificent to feel. It’s times like these I wonder if I didn’t die and this is really heaven.
Our bodies move in sync, reaching for the peak of pleasure. Emory, ever flexible, leans back further, and further. I grab her hands as she arches her back over my knees, changing the way our bodies connect on the inside. My eyes water as I struggle to hold myself in check. I want to release so bad. My body practically demands it.
But I want her over the threshold first. Emory cries out as I pull her back up to sit straight on my lap. Her arms fly around my neck as she clings on, grinding against me like her life depends on it. Emory’s nostrils flatten as she sucks in a great gasp of air.
She lets it out a moment later as a guttural scream. I let myself go at last, and the two of us share in the sheer ecstasy of ultimate intimacy. Emory clings to me, our bodies clasped together tightly.
“I’m starting to wonder if it’s a good idea for you to move in,” she says at length, her breath soft on my shoulder.
“Why is that?” I stroke her hair gently as I cradle her to my chest. She lifts her head and locks her gorgeous blue eyes on me.
“Because, it’s obvious we’ll never get any sleep.”
I laugh and shrug helplessly. “True, I’m just that into you. Maybe things will calm down after a while.”
A look of dread crosses her blue eyes. “You really don’t think so, do you?”