My cock was harder than it had ever been in my life. It pounded in my jeans, hot and demanding with the need for freedom… desperate to confine its furious length to the sweet depths of Emi’s needy pussy. But even I had my limits. I wouldn’t fuck her in my sister’s house. When I had her completely, I wanted her skin bared. Mine too. For now, I could only give her a temporary release from the need that burned bright in her lovely green eyes. Her sex was hot and full in my hand, demanding what I didn’t have the strength to deny her.

“In here.” I slipped my fingers out and caught the elastic of her panties with my fingertips. I drew her toward me, backing into the study, never letting her eyes leave mine. I reached around and turned the key in the lock, ensuring us a little privacy. As long as she could stay quiet enough...

“Shhh…,” I put my finger to her lips, the one that was still slick with her juices. Even in the dimmed light, I could see her eyes widen and feel her body shudder in anticipation. “Quiet… remember…,” I teased. “Walls are thin…”

I peeled her jeans down, just enough to bare her thin pink panties. She watched with enormous eyes as I pushed her gently back toward the big oak desk and opened a drawer. I pulled out a pair of scissors. She watched like a frightened fawn, but bit into her lip, determined to stay quiet and let me continue. I kissed her softly as I snipped the thin lace at her hips and pulled the panties off her completely. I tucked them into my hip pocket and smiled sinfully, enjoying the shift in her expression… from confusion to understanding. “For me,” I said evilly. “For later.”

I kissed her, letting my hands roam over her full, round breasts, letting my thumbs tease her stiff nipples even harder. Everything in me wanted to strip her, to see her… to feel every inch of her. But this was risky enough, and I wasn’t sure how long she could keep her silence. I turned her away from me and bent her over the top of the desk. Her pale round ass was smooth and perfect. It would be so fucking easy just to…

“Fuck me…,” she moaned softly. “Oh, please… I can’t… I won’t… I need you inside me…,

Please…”

“You’d cry out,” I whispered back. “You couldn’t help it.” I ran a hand over her ass and felt my rigid cock pushing its way above the waist of my own jeans. “Just wait…”

I took her hips in my hands and spread her sweet cheeks. I pressed one hand to her back, flattening her breasts against the desk. Her feet were spread as far as her jeans would allow, the waistband tight against her legs. Only the tops of her creamy thighs were exposed, and above them was the swollen blossom of her center. She was slick and glistening and I leaned in to discover what I needed the most. Her sweet, delicious taste…

My tongue touched her a second before my lips did. Her body rocked with the jolt, first moving away from me, and then pushing back. She arched her back and exposed even more of herself to me. I could feel her hard little pearl with my lips, and reached for it with my tongue. She was as delicious as I’d known she would be. Both honey and spice… hot and liquid. For a moment, I barely cared if she screamed out and I plunged in a finger as I took her with my mouth. I could feel the head of my cock, above the waistband of my jeans now, and soaking a wet spot into my shirt…

I felt it begin to happen, maybe even before she did. A surge inside her… a swelling and a tightening. I reached up and gave her my free hand. She grasped my fingers hard and I could feel her struggle to keep her cry from escaping. “Suck them,” I ordered as softly as I could. I thrust my fingers toward her mouth. “Suck them hard… bite down if you need to… You’re going to come, and it’s going to happen hard…”

I felt her soft, wet mouth engulf my thumb and for a moment, feared I would be the one to give us away. Her mouth sucking… and her pussy working… warm and slick… building and needing… I heard her gasp as I pushed two more fingers inside, filling her and stretching her hot opening… I was in her, everywhere at once, and when she finally exploded I was lost in her, in her hot, sweet world of wet flesh and pulsing muscle. When her teeth sank into my thumb, it nearly pushed me into exploding too. Pain and pleasure live seconds apart… I drove my fingers inside her without pity, desperate for it to be my cock filling her and feeling her rolling, pounding climax. But I held on, biting my own lip until I tasted blood, riding her out until her spasms slowed and she fell back limp against me. I drew her up in my arms, cradling her, holding her against my chest and I held her until her breaths finally began to slow. My cock still pounded needfully against her,

but I felt strangely satisfied, simply by holding her… and watching her heart-shaped face.