Dylan
Of course I’m going to let her win.
I mean, I may be a little rough around the edges, but I’m no fucking Neanderthal.
I know a woman needs to fucking win from time to time. No harm in letting her get to the treat before me. If I wanted to, I could beat her.
I guess there’s no need for her to know I can’t get up just yet anyway.
I gave her everything I had when we fucked. And I need a little time to recover.
Of course I’m fucking fit, but this is more than stamina. This is stamina and emotional crap wrapped in one. It takes a lot out of me.
Emma returns, holding out a piece of chocolate from the other side of the room. “Not interested?”
I pat the ground next to me.
“Perfectly good spot right here.” With any luck she’ll just come back with the promised delicacy.
She dances toward me. In one hand, she’s holding chocolate and in the other, a bottle of some sort. My eyes feast on her curves, her bouncing tits and her devilish smile.
There’s mischief written all over her.
“Drinks and nibbles are served,” she tells me as she sits down.
I peer at the bottle. It’s a red, but I don’t recognize the label.
Where the fuck did it come from? I thought I’d gotten rid of all my wine.
“It was right at the back of the pantry,” she explains as if she can read my mind.
“Uh...” I look around. “No glasses?”
“Who needs glasses?” she replies and picks up the bottle to take a swig. A few droplets of red wine run down her chin. I lean forward to lick them off.
Giggling, she hands me the bottle. “OMG! Drinking red wine out of the bottle. What would my friends think?”
I shrug and follow her example. Then, she hands me the plate with the promised chocolate.
I pick up a piece and hold it out for her. Gently, she moves closer and opens her mouth to let her perfect white teeth take the chocolate from me.
Then, her lips wrap around my finger, and her tongue licks it clean. She releases my finger with a loud pop.
“Mmmm,” she murmurs, her eyes closed. “Delicious. Any more?”
“Sure.” I pick up another piece and hold it out for her.
She edges a little closer. This time, she takes longer to lick my finger. At the same time, her hands are reaching for my cock.
At first, I’m not quite sure what she’s doing, but then, I see the piece of chocolate she’s rubbing all over my fucking cock.
It takes no time at all for my cock to spring to life and stand to attention.
She leans in to me as if to inspect her handy work. Soft warm breath assaults the tip of my quaking cock.
Like a divining rod, my cock looks for the source of pleasure. It stretches toward her mouth, trembling as it does so. Source of pleasure found.
“Looks like you need to be cleaned up,” she observes, licking her lips.
I’m unable to say or do anything. I’ve completely lost my mind.
If I thought Emma was going to suck on my cock, boy was I wrong. She moves away, and I feel an incredible sense of loss.
Fucking tease.
She grabs the bottle and takes a sip. Then, she puts her own finger in her mouth. When she pulls it out, she drips droplets of wine on my chocolate covered cock.
Now she bends over me and softly licks the wine and chocolate off me.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
There’s a cocktail of emotions swirling inside me. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
A tingling at the tip of my cock spreads faster than a raging grass fire; fireworks explode in my head, and electric shock waves pulse through me.
My hands look for something to grab. Her tits are dangling freely in the air, and I latch onto them. I knead them hard.
Emma’s gone back to soaking my cock in wine before cleaning it up. The combination of sticky and cool liquid, as well as her warm breath and soft tongue, leave me breathing hard and fast.
If she keeps this up, I’m going to empty out another load of my cream-colored cum all over her in the next sixty seconds.
“I love the taste,” Emma says, looking at me. “A hint of sweat, with tannin and pure fucking manliness.”
She chuckles at her own joke.
Her hands wrap around my throbbing cock and move slowly up and down. Then, she blows a soft kiss on the tip of my shaft.
By now I’m nearly out of my mind with fucking pleasure. I just want to grab her by the hair and push her onto my ever-swelling cock.
But I don’t. Instead, I squeeze her nipples and pull on them.
Emma hesitates. Our eyes meet. She looks a little uncertain, almost worried.
I smile at her. My eyes say, It’s alright, you’re fucking awesome.
And then, she opens her delicious lips, and my cock disappears into her mouth and down her throat.
I try and restrain myself. I want to be sure she doesn’t fucking gag on my twelve-inch man-meat. And when I see her adjust her head a little, I know she’s all good.
As she starts to suck and lick and bob up and down on my cock, her eyes lock onto mine.
We’re lost in each other’s gaze. I feel like I can see right to her very soul.
She’s such a fucking awesome good person. I nearly tear up. I don’t fucking deserve her.
What was I doing fucking her? Where would this fucking lead?
My thoughts are stopped by the magical work she does with her mouth and tongue.
When I’m finally deep within her throat, her tongue darts out and swirls around the base of my cock before sliding all the way to the tip as she pulls away.
Her hands are on my balls, juggling and playing with them. Gentle rolls, tight squeezes, and weightless holds—combined, they make the perfect cocktail of delight.
I feel like one of those snowflakes I can see floating in the air before it settles with millions of others on the ground. Riding my wave of pleasure, I feel weightless.
Nothing matters, except for Emma, her mouth over my fucking cock, and the orgasm I’m going to have soon.
I tear my eyes off Emma and look outside. The snow is falling, and it looks wild out there. I’m pleased to be inside.
Nature is so fucking powerful. It can turn on you so quickly. Whenever I think back to the day when I thought I might have lost Emma in the blizzard, I cringe.
I had been so fucking lucky to find her and even luckier those poachers didn’t shoot her.
How many accidents do you read about where people get killed because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time? Well, I was in the right place at the right time. Still am.
I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
I know the day will come when I’ll have to come to terms with Emma leaving again, but I don’t want to fucking think about it now. I just want to enjoy fucking this sex goddess.
I’ve never fucked anyone as sexy, as delicious, or as full of passion as Emma.
She’s increasing her tempo and speed. Faster and faster, she’s bobbing her head on me.
The tip of my throbbing cock is tingling, and I can feel my balls ready to shoot a massive load of cum down her delicate throat.
I’m unable to control it any longer, and I let go of her tits to grab her head instead.
I hang onto her as I thrust my pelvis forward to make sure I’m right down her throat when I start to shoot my huge load into her.
My body stiffens, and my muscles contract, relax, and contract again. Then, I erupt like a volcano.
I shoot load after load into her, and she just keeps on swallowing.
When I’m finished, I collapse with my back against the cool of the window. Emma nuzzles into me.
“Okay?” she asks, looking at me.
It is as if she needs reassurance that she’s pleased me. I recall our days working together.
I used to be dismissive of her, and she got into the habit of checking if things were done to meet my approval.
Somehow, I must get her out of this habit. I have to let her know there’s nothing she can do that will displease me...unless if she leaves me.
“Fucking awesome,” I say, kissing her again. When I pull away from her, I look around. “Any chocolate left?”
She laughs. “Not up here.” She shows me the plate.
“Pity,” I say, running a finger along her collarbone. “I thought we might find another use for it.”