My hand shakes as I pull her zipper down and as if she’s falling prey to the thick, sexual vibe in this room, Emma’s eyelids lower right along with it.
“No, Emma… I’m not. But I am going to fuck you and trust me… you’ll prefer it that way.”
Her beautiful brown eyes go round and her nostrils flare over my dirty words. It’s not completely dark in the room as the glow from the arena lights filters in, but I can imagine her cheeks are red.
They’re always red when I tell her something dirty.
I shift to the side so my hip rests on the mattress and nudge Emma’s legs apart a bit further. To my surprise, they move easily and a crowbar is most certainly not needed. I lean over, running my lips up her neck at the same time I put my palm on her stomach with my fingertips right at the edge of her panties.
When my mouth reaches her ear, I whisper to her, “Are you wet for me, Emma?”
She moans in response and that makes my dick start to ache. I inch my fingers into her underwear, brushing against the curls, and her hips arch hungrily upward.
My tongue darts out, touching the shell of her ear briefly before I say, “Let’s find out, shall we?”
Pushing my hand down further, I find the top of her slit covered with damp curls.
Emma moans again, twisting her hips, and she says in a throaty whisper, “I’m so glad I’m drunk. I would have never had the guts to do this otherwise.”
I immediately go stock-still, my hand freezing in place. I push up onto my elbow and lean over her face, taking in the glaze of her eyes in the dim light. “Are you really drunk?”
She gives me a happy grin and nods. “I think so. Or just really tipsy.”
My head drops in frustration, and I let out a long sigh as I start to pull my hand out. I’m surprised stupid when her own hand wraps around my wrist with surprising strength as she cries out, “No. Don’t stop what you were doing.”
I lift my eyes up and murmur to her, “Emma… you’re drunk.”
“Tipsy,” she asserts.
“Regardless,” I cut her off. “You said it yourself… you wouldn’t be doing this with me otherwise.”
“I would,” she says desperately, trying to push my hand back down to her core, and I groan over the need in her plea. “I swear I would. Please… you said you’d fuck me.”
I groan again, because hearing Emma drop an “F” bomb is sexy as hell coming out of those sweet, holier-than-thou lips. “You’re not making this easy.”
“Please,” she begs, and my dick starts thumping with need. “I want this, Evan. With you. I promise. Please show me.”
“Emma…” I try vainly to get her to see reason, even as my hand slips an inch downward to where I can feel her wet curls again. “This is not a good idea when you’re like this. I am not looking forward to the guilt on your face or the guilt I’ll be feeling come morning.”
“Evan,” she says softly… plaintively. “I need you.”
Fuck. Just… fuck.
My cock is aching, my balls are tingling, I have hot, sweet pussy millimeters from my fingers, and my conscience is telling me to back the fuck off.
“Not tonight,” I say gently and lean down to brush my lips against hers.
When I pull back, I see her eyes shimmering. If I were standing, she’d have knocked my legs out from under me when she says, “I need it, Evan. I’ve never needed it, but I need it now.”
With a muttered curse, I have absolutely no control over my actions. I slip my finger right into her, curling it hard before pulling it out to drag over her clit.
Emma gives a startled cry of pleasure and thrusts her hips upward for more. “Please,” she begs.
“Shhh,” I say before brushing my lips against hers again. “I’m going to give you what you need.”
“Okay,” she huffs out in appreciation.
“Pull your shirt up,” I tell her gruffly. “And open up that bra. I want to see your tits.”
I know damn well that’s making her blush, but she doesn’t hesitate, giving me what I want. The minute she bares those beautiful breasts to me, I lean over and circle my tongue around a pert nipple. Emma’s hands come to the back of my head and she arches her back, offering me more.
So I take it, drawing her nipple into my mouth to suck at the same time my finger starts circling her clit.
I dip my finger in and out, gather more of her wetness, and massage her in slow, gliding patterns. My teeth bite gently into her nipple before laving my tongue softly over it.
All the while, Emma moans and gyrates her hips, her breath ragged and uneven. I give her two fingers, pumping them in and out of her slick channel, which is flooded, and move my mouth to her neck again. I kiss and lick her, move upward to her ear, and then I tell her all the dirty things I wish I could do to her tonight but won’t.
“Your pussy is so hot,” I murmur to her as I press against her clit. “Wet and tight. It was built for my cock.”