Page 15 of Fake Christmas Date
Her eyes are hazy, her mouth open as she watches my expression while I kiss and lap at her swollen button. Her belly flutters, her thighs tightening around my shoulders as I somehow manage to coax in a second finger. Her pussy is already clamping down on me, pulsing, tugging my fingers deeper.
She wants more…but not until she's good and ready.
My tongue presses firmly against her clit, working in tight circles as I move my fingers gradually faster. My other hand rests on her stomach, holding her in place and occasionally reaching up to give her nipples a teasing pinch.
Taking my time is definitely the right choice. After a few minutes, Emma stops being silent. Her breathing becomesaudible and there's a string of ragged moans. Then I feel her inner walls tightening around my fingers.
Locking her gaze with mine, I wink. I love that she’s already different with me than in the beginning. That she’s trying to drop those shy walls around her and let me in. Let me know what she needs so I can care for her every way possible.
My tongue and fingers move faster, pulling the climax from her trembling body until Emma suddenly releases, yanking on my hair, pricking my skin with her fingernails as her cries echo around the room.
Her sweetness floods my tongue, her soaked pussy allowing my hand to move faster. Turning my palm up, I find her G-spot, pressing firmly through her climax as she shudders from head to toe.
Then everything stops as she collapses, limp except for her heaving chest. I slowly kiss my way back to her mouth. She grabs me, locking our lips together in a full body kiss that shakes me to the core.
I've never truly felt wanted and desired like this. It's a heady feeling, how much we crave each other. How much we belong together.
"Emma," I murmur against her searching mouth. “You know this is real, right?"
She just moans, her hand slipping into my shorts to stroke my length. I don't think she heard me. From the needy, lustful state of my beautiful girl, I think talking about our feelings is going to have to wait until we can speak coherently.
Right now, there's nothing but desire. Time to make her mine.
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EMMA
I’ve never experienced anything close to this. I’m electrified.
The entire world has melted away, leaving Dylan and I in our own private bubble of kisses and caresses, creating pleasure for each other while exploring gently.
I have no reservations about what's going to happen any minute, and my decision is only solidified even more as I stroke Dylan's length. He's incredibly hard. I always thought that was just an expression. That a cock got…firm. This is actuallyhard. As if his pulse is beating frantically, trying to escape.
I love it. Every moment of this brings us closer together. I don't care if it’s only temporary…or phony…or possibly misguided.
I'm the kind of person who’s always in my head, never my body. This complete flip feels healthy. No matter what the future holds, I know Dylan is the perfect man to explore this with.
My palm skims along his heated shaft, and I watch his eyes glaze over slightly as my fingertips gently trace around the head. He's more sensitive there. There's a drop of moisture at the tip, too. I rub at it with my thumb, inhaling his deep groan as he kisses me again.
Dylan jolts, ripping off his shorts and pulling me on top of his huge, muscular body. Straddling him, I suddenly feel empty, as if my pussy was reaching for something that wasn't there. Yet.
"I'm so afraid I’m going to hurt you, baby," he whispers, dragging his shaft against my wet inner lips. "So I want you to settle down onto my cock really slowly, okay?"
"Sure." I take a deep breath, steeling myself. "Just tell me if I do anything wrong."
"Oh, baby." His palm cups my cheek, thumb running across my skin. "Everything you do will be right. Just do what feels natural."
Honestly, it feels natural to me to burrow under him, to have his hulking weight pinning me down. But maybe he's right – this way, I can control the pressure. Reaching down, he helps me nudge the thick blunt head inside me. Just the first quarter of an inch feels incredible.
"That’s it. Now, go easy. See if you can let it sink in gently."
I love the way my inexperience seems to turn him on even more. "Like this?"
My hips shift, pulsing downward in a series of tiny strokes. The movement barely makes him sink him a half inch deeper, yet it still feels incredible.
Dylan's gaze rakes up and down my body with blistering heat. It makes me bolder, and I shift and rock against his hard cock as it penetrates me gradually, opening my body for his as I drop carefully down.
"Damn, baby, you feel terrific." He grips the back of my hair, yanking my lips to his mouth. His hunger feeds mine, and I cling to his shoulders while pushing my hips down a bit more. Every thick, hot inch I capture inside me sends my pulse skyrocketing. Still rocking back and forth, I feel his rough fingers gripping the bottom of my ass, encouraging me to shift with him. As his hipsbegin to move, thighs pulsing, I realize that even though only half of his cock is inside me, we’re actually…
