through the silk, letting the slip of it add to the sensation of my fingers swirling over her. Faster than I would’ve dreamed, Emma moans my name.
“Nathan—”
“Tell me, Emma. Are you going to come for me before I even get you undressed? Such a needy little responsive pussy,” I say, my fingers swirling faster and faster.
Her hands fly to my arm, holding on for dear life and holding me to her. Her pink nails dig into me even through the fabric of my suit. “Oh, my God, Nathan. I’m coming. I’m—”
Her mouth opens in a silent scream, her eyes rolling back in her head just as we reach my home. I slam on the brake and throw the Jag in park. The jolting stop bounces her out of her seat ever so slightly, and her back curves around my arm, her hips lifting for more. I help her ride it out, pulling every last bit of pleasure out of her orgasm.
When she sags, I turn the car off, getting out to stride around to her side. Yanking the door open, I unbuckle her seatbelt and lift her out, carrying her to the house in my arms.
Inside, the lights are low, just the ambient setting that stays on all night for security, which tells me Grant has gone to bed. Thank fuck because the old man doesn’t need to see what I’m about to do to Emma.
Setting her to her feet, I spin her in place to grab the zipper along her back. Making quick work of it, her dress falls to her feet and she steps out of it, standing proudly in her bra, panties, and heels.
I push her forward, glad she catches herself with her palms against the front door as I drop to my knees behind her.
“I want to taste that orgasm, drink it from your pussy, Emma.” She arches her back for me, granting permission, and I rip the silk from her body to get at her. “Fuck. So pretty and pink. You’re fucking soaked for me, aren’t you?”
She whimpers, and when I glance up, she’s nodding in agreement.
The first swipe of my tongue along her slit is like a first taste of sugar, and I’m instantly an addict to her sweet flavor. I lick her over and over, wanting every drop and then circling and sucking her clit to get her body to pump out more for me.
But as she bucks against my mouth, riding my face, I can’t wait any longer. The tension we’ve been building, not just tonight but for days, is rising in me, and if I don’t get inside her, I’m going to end up coming in my slacks like a fucking teenager.
And that’s not happening. When I come, it’s going to be balls-deep inside this sweet pussy.
I stand, turning her in place and capturing her mouth with my own as I rip off my shirt and tie as quickly as I can. Moving my hand to my belt, I tell her, “Take your bra off so I can see your tits.”
She flushes pink, and I nibble along her jaw, wanting to feel that heat. But she makes fast work of the lacy piece and it’s soon added to the sprinkling of clothes dotting my foyer floor.
“Gorgeous,” I tell her, my eyes hypnotized by the full roundness of her breasts, her rosy nipples hard and begging for my mouth.
But I need to be inside her.
I rub the head of my cock through her folds, coating my shaft with her slick juices. But I catch her jaw with my free hand, holding her tight and forcing her eyes to mine.
“Are you sure, Emma? I need you to say it.”
She nods, her words clear and strong even as she fights to catch her breath. “Fuck me, Nathan. Please.”
And it’s somehow everything I’ve wanted from her, a complete submission to this unknown thing between us.
I surge into her, driving my fat cock into her balls-deep in one thrust. She cries out, her arms wrapping around my shoulders, pulling me to her, hungry for more.
I don’t give her time to adjust, immediately fucking her hard. She lifts one leg, wrapping her heeled foot around my hip, spurring me on.
Even as our bodies chase pleasure, our eyes meet. The fire burning there is more than mere lust, a connection growing and building right along with our orgasms. So close.
I lift her other leg, pinning her against the door as I rut into her. “Fuck, you’re so tight.