Page 18 of Take A Chance

Emma looked over at me and bit her lip. I could tell she was surprised by how the chairs slid together, yet another feature I'd planned ahead of time for occasions similar to this. When I angled my body partly onto her seat, my arm draped on the back of her seat, she scooted in closer. It felt right, her tucked there under my arm, especially when she splayed her hand on my chest. I almost forgot she wasn’t wearing any shorts until she moved a little and the hem of her black panties peeked out.

Only about twenty minutes into the movie, she looked up at me. She had been breathing a bit heavier for a while, her body fidgeting as if she were uncomfortable, but I knew it wasn’t discomfort. She was aroused. So was I, and it was hard to hide. My cock made a tent out of my pajama pants without my permission.

When I looked down at her, she licked her lips, a sure sign she was interested in me doing very bad things to her. I thought I’d have to make the first move, but her hand slid over my stomach to the growing problem in my pants. She lightly strummed it outside my clothing and kept her eyes fixed upward on me. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and kissed her softly, her lips as tender as flower petals.

“Do you even know what you do to me?” I bit her lower lip, and she whimpered. “What you pulled—talking all sweet about how to raise a kid... Good lord, woman.” I grabbed her hip and pulled her hard against my body. “Are you trying to make me lose my mind with lust?”

Her hands roamed my chest until they tired of the T-shirt, which she lifted up, smoothing her palms against my skin. “This doesn’t seem very professional.” Her voice protested, but with the way she was hungrily tugging my shirt over my head, her body did not.

“You can stop any time you want.” I pushed my hand beneath her T-shirt and cupped her breast, finding a nipple and pinching it. She hissed and pressed her mouth to mine as she climbed across me, straddling my lap.

“I didn’t say I wanted to.”

“Good, because it’s time for lesson two, and I hope you learned your lesson last time.” I grabbed both of her wrists, stopping her groping. She stared down at my chest, examining me with lust in her eyes. I flexed, hoping to encourage that lust to create more arousal juices because I was looking forward to dining tonight.

“Oh, yeah?” she asked. “And what lesson are you going to teach me tonight?”

I loved that she was being bolder about this, as opposed to last time when her meek behavior had forced me to draw every single syllable out of her. Maybe I was creating a monster, or maybe her inner prowess was finally surfacing. Either way, I liked the way she fought my grip. I clamped down harder on her wrists and clicked my tongue.

“Ah, ah, I’m the teacher.”

She calmed and her chest heaved. “Well, then teach me.” She leaned forward to kiss me, but I turned away.

“I want you on your knees, bent over the back of your seat. Now.”

Emma looked at the seat, then with a confused expression, she said, “I—”

“Now,” I ordered, letting go of her hands.

Without another note of protest, she slid off my lap and crawled across the chaise, leaning over the backrest and looking back at me. I got into position behind her and gripped the lace waistband of her panties, yanking them down to her knees in one movement. She gasped, and I ogled. Her pussy on display for me was soaked and looked delectable.

“Why am I like this?” Her sheepish question made me smirk. I loved how new this was to her.

“Well, you’re not going to watch what I do, and I’m going to be very bad to you. When your climax hits you, you’re going to say what I taught you to say. Got it?” I grabbed her thighs and spread her, leaning down to push my tongue into her juicy slit.

“Yes, sir,” she moaned. I could imagine the look on her face of sheer pleasure, mouth open, eyes shut. I enjoyed pleasuring her this way for a moment, licking at her pussy and drinking her in, but it would take more than that to push her over the edge.

I pushed a few fingers into her opening and started gliding in and out of her, feeling her insides clench around me. With my other hand I massaged her clit, slow, steady circles around the hub of all erotic pleasure.

“Oh, God...” she moaned. I watched her knuckles turn white as her grip tightened on the faux velvet. “Oh, wow...” Her pitch rose, and she started bucking, pushing back into me as I thrust my fingers into her. “Ah...” The tone was louder, a brilliant soprano ringing out to meet my ears.

“Say it...” I coaxed. “Come on.”

“Ah... Please...” Her breathing came in heavy pants, her body rocking on the seat to match my rhythm.

“Say it. Be a good girl.”

“Oh, God, Blake... it feels so good.”

The damn burst, her body convulsing. Low, guttural grunts escaped her mouth instead of the screams I expected, but I had another shot in a moment. For now ,I let her ride the wave of ecstasy, my fingers buried in her pussy and her body twitching.

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Emma

My legs were weak and shaky. Blake reclined his chaise until it was lying flat and lay down—somehow already naked—then ordered me to climb on top of him. I felt hesitant. All of this was so new to me—he was so new to me.

“Now... here,” he ordered, patting his chest.

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