back as she presses against me, and suddenly, she’s on top of me, everywhere at once.
Damn, she feels so good like this, blanketing me, but I should be comforting her. She straddles my thighs, lines up over my throbbing length, and my hands come to each thigh, bare and absent of the dress now ridden up to her hips. Her skin is on fire against my palms, and I caress upward, pressing at her backside which is hardly contained in something thin and lacy. My hands massage the firmness of her as she releases my lips and slowly sits upward. The move forces more pressure over my straining dick as she sits astride me.
Her eyes focus on mine in the dim light of early night. Sunlight fades outside her window, meaning it’s sometime after nine on a summer evening, but it could be midnight and I’d see the gleam in those eyes. She rocks over me, and I buck against her. As I watch her, she slowly undulates over me, starting out at a measured pace and then increasing the friction she needs.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, witnessing her dance over me. My hands continue to squeeze at the firmness of the two fine globes filling my palms, urging her on. Take what you need from me. I will my thoughts to her, not wanting to break the beauty of her rhythm. Her eyes close, and her hands move to her neck. One coasts against her cheek while the other leaps for her hair, delving in and swiping a section of it upward.
She’s driving me mad as she rocks back and forth, catching on my tip, which is covered by far too much clothing. I want inside her. I want to feel her come undone around me. But tonight is about her and what she needs. What will make her give in to me.
I’m getting my own show of her pleasure with her hair lifting and her hand caressing her skin. I want to touch her everywhere, but I don’t want to disturb the daze she’s in. My fingertips dig into her ass while one hand of hers skims lower, down her throat and against her chest. A dress strap falls off one shoulder and then her fingers dip into her dress, covering her own breast.
“Holy shit, baby,” I hiss, watching her caressing her breast under the material, jealous of her fingers, but she’s so close. I can feel the tightening of her thighs against my hips and the speed of her movements over my dick increases. I’m ready to blow myself, and then her eyes pop open. Her liquid blue gaze is piercing, and she stills, her mouth falling open as both her hands fall to my chest. She clenches at my shirt while her body gives up, and she comes.
I sit up, startling her as I take her mouth, capturing her silent scream in my throat. I want to hear her. I want the noise. My world is too quiet as it is.
Unable to kiss me and complete her orgasm, she pulls back, her voice hitched as she moans my name in a plea. I lose it myself, tugging at her hips to hold her against me as I jolt beneath my zipper. Fuck, I haven’t done something like this since I was a teen, and I’m almost giddy over it. My forehead drops to her shoulder, my release seemingly endless. I close my eyes to the sparks that float before them.
What the hell was that?
Emily’s fingers cup my cheeks and then work into my hair, holding it back from my face. I look up, risking a peek at her. I don’t want her to regret what we just did. I offered it all for her, but I couldn’t help myself and gave in to the unending urges as well.
Her mouth lightly comes to mine, a feather dusting of a kiss before she pulls away.
“Thank you,” she mouths to me, the word unspoken. I reach up, attempting to capture that silence once again, drawing it into me with a sweep of my tongue in her mouth. I don’t want her silent words. I want her to scream.
I want to scream. I want to shout through the middle of this town and let the words flow out to the larger lake. I like this woman.
And I don’t want her to leave.
Rule 12
Body language is a language.
[Emily]
When Jess left sometime after we did what we did, I fell back on