She opened the door and led me in. When she shut the door behind us, I turned and pushed her up against it. She moaned when I ground my cock against her pubic bone, and I cupped her breasts. I kissed her and massaged her breasts, gyrating my hips against her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, fingers in the hair at the back of my head.
I gasped into her mouth and swirled my tongue around hers.
I ran my hands down her body again and held her ribs beneath her ample breasts. Her waist was tiny, widening into voluptuous hips. I found the hem of her dress and worked it upward, revealing her smooth skin.
She lifted her arms so I could pull the dress over her head, her auburn hair falling over her shoulders again.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said in a thick voice when I stared at her. She wore a matching set of lace bra and panties and she looked like a goddess incarnate.
I kissed her again before I worked my way down her neck. I nibbled and licked the soft skin, and she pushed her hands into the collar of my shirt, her fingers on my back.
She ran one hand around the front and unbuttoned my shirt expertly with one hand.
I peeled the cups of her bra down and licked and kissed my way onto the delicate skin of her breasts. When I sucked one nipple into my mouth, she gasped and curled her fingers on my back so that I felt her nails.
It drove me wild with lust.
While I paid attention to her breasts, worshipping first one and then the other, Emily managed to finish with the buttons and pushed my shirt off my shoulders. I let go of her for just long enough to get rid of the shirt and drop it on the floor, along with her dress, before I reached behind her and unclasped her bra.
She shrugged it off, and I cupped her breasts again.
We were both topless now.
I pulled her against me, kissing her. Her breasts pushed against my chest, nipples erect, and I groaned. I grabbed her ass, pulling her against my throbbing cock, letting her feel how desperately I wanted to be inside of her.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she murmured.
“You’re right,” I answered.
Neither of us made a move to stop.
I kissed my way down her body again. She gasped when I planted a line of kisses between her breasts, and down her stomach. I curled my fingers around the waistband of her lacy panties, relishing in how good she looked in them for just a moment before I slowly slid them down her legs.
Her scent reached my nostrils—she was so ready for me; I breathed in her arousal—and I groaned. She lifted a leg for me to get rid of her panties, but I seized the moment. I wrapped a hand around her leg and draped it over my shoulder, leaning in front of her.
When I closed my mouth over her pussy, Emily gasped. When I sucked on her clit, she moaned.
And when I pushed my fingers into her, she cried out and pushed her fingers into my hair again. She curled her fingers so that she held on to my dark hair, pulling me toward her. She bucked her hips a little, fucking my face, and it was the hottest thing I’d felt in a long time.
I sucked on her clit, licking, sucking, while I finger fucked her. I pumped my fingers in and out and increased the onslaught on her clit.
She cried out and moaned, and the sound was an aphrodisiac. I wanted more.
I wanted to push her over the edge so that she fell apart in my hand.
Her gasping and moaning got louder, more erratic, and her breath came in shallow gasps. Her grip on my hair tightened, and the pain was delicious.
Her pussy clenched around my fingers.
A moment later, she cried out and bucked her hips harder against my mouth in orgasm.
I moaned against her pussy when she rode the wave of pleasure, and she cried out when I did. I knew she could feel the sound reverberating against her.
I’d banked on that.
For a moment, she held her breath, and I knew the pleasure had taken over, racking her whole body.
When she finally gasped again, breathing hard, she looked down at me. I glanced up at her and sat back on my heels.