“You’re a great singer Emily, that was wicked. I’ve never had anybody sing naked for me before. From now on I will always think of you when I hear this song.”
She’s jumping around on my bed with her beautiful hair and knockers swinging up and down, and I don’t think I’ve ever smiled for this long in my whole entire miserable life. This woman, this beautiful woman, is a bloody godsend.
She finally gets tired and flops down next to me on the bed. I’ve had a hard tool for hours and I would give anything to have some relief. How sweet a revenge it would be if I banged his wife? He ruined my sister and I will ruin his wife, an eye for an eye, arsehole. I’m still floored by how I could’ve possibly hated this beautiful, innocent woman. She’s a bloody saint, it’s him that’s the devil; she only knew him, fucked him, loved him. She had no experience, no idea what kind of life she could have without him. I could give her everything and I could love her in ways that bastard doesn’t even know how. He’s not capable of loving one woman, just cheating, lying, and eventually, destroying anything beautiful that he gets his dirty paws on.
I know she’s currently smashed, but the way she smiles at me—she wants me, she needs me to make her forget that arse. Liam, you can do this, make the first move, I try to motivate myself. If she says no I’ll back away and go wank off in the loo. This is it; I’ve waited to touch her all day. I start by taking her small hand in mine and turning it so I can kiss the inside part. Touching her is heaven. I watch her eyes as they slowly close in pleasure. I didn’t think it was possible, but my dick just got harder; next level will surely be rapture. I continue kissing the inside of her arm, and her skin feels like pure silk. She smells of beach and pineapple juice. Emily had at least ten Malibu Bay Breeze cocktails while telling me everything there was to tell about her love life on the beach today. I lower my head to her stomach and give it a nibble. She starts giggling as my hair falls and grazes her skin. I look up to see her smiling with her eyes shut, and the sound of her laughter is the best sound in the world. Does she make him feel this good? I’m delirious just being alone with her.
I look at her sprawled before me and I want to suck and squeeze her tits, but I’m worried it’ll be too much, too soon for her…I don’t want to scare her. I know she’s bloody naked in my bed with only her knickers on and everything she does is turning me on. I’m nuzzling her stomach dangerously close to her pussy, but she’s most definitely intoxicated. I should just tuck her in and perhaps give her a friendly goodnight kiss, I think as I get a whiff of her arousal. My mouth actually waters and I may ejaculate prematurely just imagining how wet she is. I’ve been dying to kiss her perfect lips from the moment she told me her husband was cheating on her. How could that bastard ever want or need anything but her? All I want is to stop her from crying and kiss her so hard she forgets Louis fucking Bruel ever existed and that she happens to be his wife.
I can’t help myself now, my hands have a mind of their own, and they’re touching her beautiful tits