and as she did, he disrobed her, the dress discarded casually on the floor, and hooked two fingers into the sides of her panties to pull them down.
She pressed her hands against the glass to steady herself as he slid them off her legs, carefully avoiding the thigh-highs. The glow of the candles and the soft lighting behind them was just bright enough for Emmy to see her reflection in the window, and she looked positively pornographic with her breasts still encased in their lace bra — just, her left nipple was peeking out — her sex exposed with its tidy strip of red hair, lace-topped black stockings and teetering on black stilettos.
Behind her Eric was outlined in shadow, his fingers ghosting up inside her leg — she could see their progress in the glass as her nerves tingled in their wake, the tension ratcheting up while his hand neared the apex of her thighs, and then stopped just shy of actually touching her. He mouthed at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, sending shivers down her spine, and she remembered precisely how much of an insufferable tease he was.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered. "Do you want me to touch you?"
She didn't want to beg, but she was yearning for the feel of his fingers inside her, long and elegant and oh-so-clever.
"Yes," she breathed out. "Yes, I want you to touch me, I want your fingers in me, yes. Now."
She was inordinately pleased to hear him stifle a groan into her neck, a clear signal that all his control was fraying at the edges, and that she could break through the barrier. She was even happier when he complied with her request and slid a couple of fingers into her slick folds, just barely teasing her clit. His touch was light but assured and he kissed the nape of her neck as he caressed her, the combination as tender as it was arousing.
He kept it at a tantalizing level, varying the pressure enough to keep her interested, dipping the tips of his fingers inside her, but never quite giving her the depth she craved, until she found herself spreading her legs and pushing back against him in an unmistakable statement of intent.
"Quit being such a tease," she griped when he pulled away to foil her efforts, and she could feel him smile against her back.
"Ask nicely," he said, "and maybe ye shall receive."
If it hadn't been such a turn-on, she'd have bitch-slapped him for his arrogance, but it was, so she had to promise herself revenge at a later stage.
"Please, Eric."
"Please, what? Want more of this?" he said, twisting his fingers a little deeper into her slick passage and she moaned in response.
"Yes, God, please, more of your fingers," she panted, and he obliged, fingerfucking her in deep strokes that hit the spot inside her that made her vision white out, again and again and again until she could feel her climax cresting like a wave.
"Look at you, you gorgeous, wanton creature," he said into her ear, his rhythm never faltering, and she did.
The face staring back at her in the glass was the epitome of sexual debauchery, eyes dark and smudged, unfocused with desire, mouth swollen and half open in surrender. She was rocking herself back into his hand — as he thrust his fingers, two, three, into her, and the avid look in his eyes was enough to tip her over the edge and into orgasm.
Her heart was thudding in her breast and her legs threatening to buckle as she slumped forward, forehead resting against the cool glass, and Eric wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her up, his other hand cupping her tenderly. He was ramrod hard against her hip — he had to be desperate — but he took the time to drop light kisses across her back, from one shoulder blade to the other and down the spine while Emmy tried to recover her wits and her balance all at once.
"That was...nice," she said weakly once she had enough breath to speak, and she could feel him shake with quiet laughter against her.
"Nice? I must be doing something wrong."
"Great? Amazing? Fantastic? How's fantastic for you?"
"Fantastic, yes, I like the sound of this," he said, nuzzling her neck. "You're beautiful when you come, do you know that?"
"Thank you," Emmy mumbled, feeling unaccountably shy as he continued to kiss and caress her, and although she was still coming down from her climax,