Dylan
“What was that you asked?”
Emma sits up and faces the fire, looking lost in thought.
“When?” she responds without looking at me.
“Just a few minutes ago, you asked if this is real. The answer is, I’m not sure myself.”
I’m really not sure. I’m lying on my back, on the rug, trying to recover from the first fucking blowjob I’ve gotten in years—and it seriously felt like the first blowjob I ever got.
I must be lonelier than I thought because I’m still fucking reeling from the deep and powerful pleasure of it—and from coming nearly hard enough to break a window.
I hope Emma’s doing okay; she’s gone quiet, even though I’m pretty sure she also came when I did.
“Are you hungry, Emma? I’ve got enough fucking food to feed an army, small or large. I can make you whatever you want.”
When Emma turns to face me, there’s a look in her eyes that I haven’t seen before. Emma has always been playful, but I’ve often seen some vulnerability in her eyes. Now, though...
Now, I can’t figure out what that look means. All I know is she looks serious—and intense.
“You alright, Emma? You must be hot, sitting so close to the fire.”
“It is hot. Really hot. We should go to bed.”
“I could put it out. It’ll take a while, but...wait, what?”
“Did I trip over a word or something?”
“Uh...”
“We. Should. Go. To. Bed.”
“Are you...tired?”
I feel so fucking stupid right now. But for some reason my raging fucking hard-on is back already.
“Aren’t you?” she prompts.
I shake my head, confused. “No.”
“Good. You ready to go to bed? Because this moment is once in a lifetime for me.”
I should be more fucking confused by that, right? But I’m not.
Emma stands up, hot to trot, and I’m ready to follow her wherever the hell she wants to go.
I’m not even worried about putting out the fucking fire, something I normally attend to religiously.
I just hope the cabin doesn’t burn down...although I have a feeling that might happen even if I didn’t even have a fireplace.
Emma watches me stand up with her big and beautiful eyes, and I’m just trying to pretend my cock isn’t rock fucking hard.
Emma notices it, though. She’s looking at it with incredible intensity.
Now I’m starting to think I know what that look means. It’s a look I can feel, because it’s inside me as well, and it’s starting to boil to the fucking surface.
The fireplace hits me with a strong wave of heat, but I can’t see the flames, even as they flicker just a few feet in front of me. Emma’s eyes have claimed me, and they’re all I can look at, all I can see.
They’re bringing me to the fucking boiling point.
“I’m not sure if we’ll make it to my bedroom,” I manage to say, my voice thick with arousal.
“Just take me. Right fucking now where we are.”
I knew where it was leading. Emma’s words have confirmed it, but I hesitate. “Are you sure?”
“Right fucking now on this fucking rug. This is the moment. Take me.”
The fire inside both of us finally comes to the surface, desperate to joint forces—the ultimate blaze, something wilder than either of us could create alone.
We kiss. Emma’s body pushes up against my cock while my desperate hands grab her exquisite ass.
Emma’s lips leave mine, but her eyes stay on me with unwavering focus. Her lips twist into a near-grimace, and she makes a weird, impatient high-pitched grunting noise.
Emma’s fingers dig into my arms, and I get the message—it’s time to let the animal out of its fucking cage.
My lips close around Emma’s, and she leans her head back as we devour each other like the greedy fucking beasts we’re becoming.
She leans back further as I get greedier. I try to hold her up with my arm, but we soon collapse back onto the rug.
This kiss could go on forever, but my tongue’s never going to be satisfied—it wants more.
I set hungry kisses on Emma’s neck and her tits, then follow a steady path down to her beautiful fucking pussy.
My kisses get lighter as I move down to her thighs, my lips barely making contact. I hear Emma flat-out fucking growl in frustration and anticipation, and she shoves her swollen, sopping pussy lips in my face.
I try to keep up the fucking showmanship, to keep up the coyness and the teasing till neither of us can fucking take it anymore—but we’re there already. The fire is fucking burning, and I give my tongue what it thirsts for.
I slowly twirl it around her pussy lips, making Emma’s entire body quiver in ecstasy.
She has no control anymore, and neither do I. The quivering stops, and the cabin air fills with Emma’s rough, raspy screams.
I stop, keeping my tongue exactly where it is. After Emma releases a quiet and rapturous moan, I inch my tongue slowly toward her clit.
Emma tenses up, becoming still as a statue for the briefest flash of a second, before she lets out another raspy scream—this time with a shrill edge as she comes urgently.
I can almost see the tension evaporate from Emma’s body like steam from a kettle. I climb around the side of her languid body as she lies blissfully on the rug.
Seeing Emma in this beatific state is enough to help quell the fire for a moment—but only a moment.
I feel it still burning inside of me. I lie there, listening to her panting, the desire still burning, almost ready to overtake us both again.
“Time for bed.” Emma’s whispered words come without warning, and I’m not prepared to see her suddenly spring to her feet and scamper up the stairs.
But I have no time to worry about how fucking prepared I am. The chase is on, and I better fucking get moving.
I rise to my feet in a swift, effortless move, as graceful as a goddamn gazelle. Paying no mind to my fully rigid cock, I scuttle to the bottom of the stairs.
My heart is pounding, and now I’m fucking shaking with yearning and excitement.
I can’t rush this, though. I take the first step slowly, carefully...
“I’m in your fucking bedroom, come on!”
So much for not fucking rushing. I charge up the stairs, taking two, three, and finally four steps at a time, the sound of Emma’s giggling encouraging me to get there as fast as humanly possible.
I bolt to the bedroom, but I’m not fast enough. I need to be a fucking cheetah, taking twenty fucking feet or more in a single stride.
It might just be a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity before I push open the door to find Emma reclining at the bed, with fire in her eyes and a saucy smirk on her lips.
Now is the moment.
Emma squeals as I leap onto the bed, and she laughs as I kiss her eagerly.
The fire never let up, not for a second, and now it’s burning in every part of me.
Emma’s eyes have me trapped again as I massage her drenched pussy with my frenzied fingertips.
Our eyes stay locked, and I see passion, lust, desire, but also anticipation in her gaze as my cock begins to succumb to the gravity of her waiting pussy.
My hands gripping the sheet underneath us, I shift myself, gradually, feeling the moment taking hold and not letting go.
My eyes go out of focus when my cock gets close enough to feel the warmth of her pussy.
As my dick starts to make contact, Emma’s eyes roll to the back of her head. I go completely fucking blind for a second as I let out my own growl to match Emma’s own moans.
I grunt as my eyes refocus, and everything becomes crystal fucking clear.
“Ooh,” Emma groans, pleasantly surprised. “Ooh!” she says again, but this time she’s moving past surprise.
Her expression of astonishment transforms into a giant grin, and it fucking electrifies me. I push in a little more, and the whole universe starts fucking shaking around us.
Emma gasps, and my voice cracks with a moan.
I pull out and start going back in slowly, ignoring the desire trapped within me that’s been stifled and left to fester unchecked for years.
I ignore the yearning to let loose, the desire to have the wildest, most fucking unbridled, animalistic sex possible. This isn’t about me; it’s about Emma.
She moans and digs her head into the pillow. I shudder at the wave of warmth and pleasure crashing through me.
It might not be the unbridled sex I imagined, but this is all of that and more. It’s enough to quench that fire in me—in both of us.
The moment has me in its grip, and I start going faster. Emma continues to moan and grip my shoulders, digging in tightly.
I let out another grunt as the fire reignites, stronger than ever.
“More. More!” Emma demands.
I grunt, and Emma screams as the world catches fire.
She moans and quivers as her cunt squeezes around my cock. Another orgasm rocks her body as a mighty climax travels through me. I collapse in happy exhaustion at Emma’s side.