I scoot in closer to her and bend my head, placing my lips on her shoulder. I kiss her, then tell her softly, “So many things I can do to you in this position.”
Her body shudders violently and her head falls back to rest on my shoulder. “Evan,” she whispers as a plea in response.
“Spread your legs for me,” I tell her as my hands go to her hips to give her some stability.
She shuffles and does as I request, and now she’s spread obscenely in front of me.
“You look stunning,” I praise her as I scuttle backward off the bed. Her head turns to look at me, and I give her a salacious smile as I strip out of my clothes.
When I’m completely naked, cock harder than a rock, I grab a condom from the dresser and roll it on. Turning back to Emma, I tell her, “Turn your face forward.”
A small huff comes out of her mouth, but she turns to look at the window, which is covered by closed blinds. Her hands open and close reflexively, and she squirms slightly on her knees.
I crawl back onto the bed toward her, and when I reach that perfectly curved ass, I lie on the bed and turn over onto my back. Before Emma can get her bearings, I scoot backward until my head goes in between her legs, then I’m staring up at her pussy and just beyond that, her breasts. And just beyond that, Emma looks down at me with surprise in her eyes.
“Thought I was going to fuck you from behind, didn’t you?” I say with a devilish grin.
She nods quietly.
“Don’t worry,” I tell her as my hands slide up and over her ass. “I’m going to. But right now, I want you to lower down onto my face.”
“Evan,” she stammers in shock.
Curving my hands around, I take her by the hips and exert pressure down. She resists me for a moment, so I cajole her in the best way I know how. “Do it, Emma. Ride my face. You know you want to.”
“Oh, God,” she moans, still resisting.
“You got to know, baby,” I tell her, my voice dipping very low. “I want it too. Want to make you feel so good.”
“Evan,” she says again, this time in breathless capitulation, and then she lowers herself toward me.
She’s a good girl though, considerate of me, which I find adorable. She hovers just over my mouth, making me lift my head so I can give her a tiny lick. Emma cries out and her hips tilt involuntarily, even as she rises upward.
“Get back down here,” I growl at her, and just to keep her completely off balance, I slip a finger into her. She’s drenched and my dick leaps in ferocious need to be inside of her.
Timidly, Emma lowers again, and I begin.
One hand on her hip to hold her tight, the other now with two fingers inside of her, and my lips and tongue focused on her clit. If my fingers weren’t in the way, I’d be jabbing my tongue deep inside of her, but as it is, it’s plenty busy working her to an orgasm.
Emma cries, and then she curses—which is so not Emma—and her hips start moving so she rides my fingers. I growl in pleasure as her taste overwhelms my senses, and she becomes more and more frantic to get off.
I love teasing Emma and building her up slowly, but frankly right now, I need her to come fast, because I do indeed want to fuck her from behind while she’s tied up, and my dick wants it more.
“Evan… I’m close,” she moans.
I raise my head, pull my fingers out of her, and grab hold of her hips tightly. Pulling her hard to my face, I clamp my lips onto her clit and give her a repetitive, gentle suck.
By the third one, she’s coming all over my face as she screams out her release, and my lips let go so I can smile over my accomplishment.
And I don’t gentle her down. I release her, scoot out from under her body, and scramble to my knees behind her. Hands back to her hips, I pull her back slightly so her ass is angled prettily. Fisting my cock, I bring it to her pussy and press the tip into her with just a slight flex of my hips.
“Ooh,” Emma moans as I slowly slide into her.
And fuck yeah… this right here. So goddamn tight, wet, and hot, and this is going to be quick and hard and rough.
But she can take it.
I’ve come to learn that Emma can handle pretty much anything that’s thrown at her, including my heart.
?
“I should get back to work,” Emma murmurs.
I released her from the ties over twenty minutes ago, took care of the condom, and then pulled her into my arms. We’ve been just lying here quietly, our breathing back even and the sweat on our bodies dried off. I’d half expected her to fall asleep, but I’m wired.
That was some intense shit we just did and rather than wear me out, it invigorated me to know Emma still has all kinds of boundaries I can push.
“You don’t have any work to do,” I remind her. “Once you send that email ending the copyright case, there’s nothing to do until I make a decision about Phoenix or we have a press conference.”
“Hmm,” she agrees lazily, and then I grin silently when she says, “I suppose we could have sex again.”