Page 377 of Breaking the Rules
I needed her perky tits in my hand, her apple ass against my pelvis, her cunt pulsing around me.
I still need her body.
But I need so much more.
I need her unfurling for me.
Offering herself to me.
Inviting me into her body.
Fuck, the trust that flows between us—
It still takes my breath away.
She clears her throat, calling me back to the room. "You're already—" She points to my hardening dick without a hint of coyness.
"Thinking about being inside you."
"You think too much." She lifts her leg and motions to her black wedges. "More stripping. Less thinking."
I nod. "Yes, Mistress."
"No Mistress shit."
"You sure?" I drop to my knees to peel her shoes from her feet. The right. Then the left.
They're so Emma.
Soft black suede with four inches of height.
She's not shy about wearing tall shoes.
She loves it when she towers over me.
I can't exactly complain.
These things make her legs look a million miles long.
Not that she needs them.
Right now—
Fuck, this is exactly where I need to be.
My fingers curl around her ankles. The right. Then the left.
Slowly, I peel her legs apart.
She climbs up the bed. Reaches for my hair and tugscome here.
I do.
I place myself between her legs.
Drag my lips up her calf, over her knee, up her inner thigh.
Over her panties.
