“Josh, I need…”
Releasing her nipple with an audible pop, I ask her, “What do you need, Emmy?” I want her to ask for it. I want her to fucking beg me for it. My tongue goes back to lapping at her nipple, licking all around the hardened tip.
“Mmm, you know what I need.”
“I’m not a mind reader, Em. You’re gonna have to say it if you want it.”
“Argh, Josh, I need you to touch me.” She groans as I bite down slightly on her nipple.
“I am touching you.” I massage her breast with both hands.
“Damn it, Josh! I need you to touch my pussy, okay? I need you to make me come!” she screams.
I smile. This is what I wanted. Her so far out of her mind with chasing that pleasure that she’s not afraid to say what she wants, to ask for what she needs. “Say please.” I smirk at her.
Her eyes tighten and her jaw tenses as she spits out, “Please.”
Laughing, I move my leg, placing it between her thighs to hold them open.
Lowering my hand, I slip my fingers underneath the lace of her panties. Her pussy’s already dripping wet, soaking my fingers instantly. My mouth never leaves her nipple, sucking, licking and biting down. Inserting two fingers into her channel, I flatten my palm on her clit and hold still.
I bring my mouth up to her neck, and nibbling on her ear, I whisper, “I want you to ride my hand, Emmy. I want your juices dripping down my wrist. Make yourself come on my fingers, Em. Take what you need from me, before I bury my cock so far into your pussy and take everything from you.”
“Mmm, J-Josh.” She lets out a mixture of groans and moans as her hips start rotating, her pussy tightening, clenching around my fingers and drawing them in and out. She grinds her clit harder into my palm.
I move my lips back down to her breast, using my free hand to squeeze and pinch one nipple while my mouth devours the other. Her moans get louder, her movements more frenzied. She’s close. I bite down harder on one nipple while twisting the other. She detonates, her juices dripping down my fingers. I hold my hand still, until I feel her relax.
Her head’s thrown back, her mouth open in that beautiful O-shape. This is a look I want to see on her face every fucking day for the rest of my life. This look right here… she’s free. At peace, no demons haunting her, no internal war happening, no struggling with what she wants versus what she thinks she should do.
I watch as her whole body relaxes as I lay her back. Her head rests on a pillow, her blonde hair falling like a golden fucking halo around her. I always knew Emmy was too good for me; she’s way too fucking pure to be around someone like me. But I don’t give a fuck about any of that. She is mine. And mine, she will be staying.
Pulling my fingers out of her, I bring them to my mouth. The taste of her on my tongue, I’ve never tasted anything as delicious as Emmy. I can’t get enough of her, no matter how much I have.
I loosen the zipper on my jeans and free my raging fucking cock from its confines. I pull on the lace that’s covering her pussy, tearing it in half. Lining myself up with her entrance, I look towards her face and wait. She’s out of it, that orgasm disorienting her momentarily. There’s no fucking way I’m entering her without her knowledge. I really fucking hope it doesn’t take too long for her to come back to me, because this is testing my restraint like nothing else ever fucking has.