Dylan
“Take your fucking time,” I say, kind of making fun of myself.
I still remember that first time, when I kept telling Emma not to hurry. Well, this time she’s sure acting like she’s in a hurry, anxiously, almost shaking, fussing with the zipper on my jeans.
Newton’s laws apply to bras and zippers. Whenever you’re in fucking need to get them open quickly, they fucking don’t cooperate.
“Oh, I’ll take my fucking time.” Emma finally gets my fly open with a satisfying zip, and giggles with excitement as she undoes the button. “This is how I take my fucking time.”
Watching Emma’s now steady and assured fingers reach into the waistband of my boxers, I start to honestly consider if it’s medically possible for my dick to get any harder than it already is. It’s been dying to tear out of this flimsy layer of denim since we shared that first kiss outside.
Outside, where I had to say goodbye to Boss...
Okay, I guess thinking about Boss is going to be like thinking about baseball for me—a tool I can use to calm the fuck down when things get too heated in this new cabin bedroom we’re in the midst of christening.
“Or, we can fucking hurry, it’s all the same to me. But you can just pull that shit down—they’re just my jeans, my shitty fucking clothes.”
Emma’s cheeks are flushed, making her look radiant and ravishing. No foundation that’s ever been on the fucking market could ever hope to compete. Her vast, alluring eyes are open wide with sheer enthusiasm, making them even more vast and alluring than usual.
I keep forgetting how this is all still new to Emma. As I’ve told her, she’s a natural. Also, her excitement is contagious.
Not that it’s not plenty exciting just being with Emma as it is, but seeing her lustily eyeing the exact spot where my dick is soon to emerge—I’ll just say that it doesn’t hurt my already ample excitement.
“Fuck, just get down already!”
Yes, Emma is yelling at my pants, and they do as they’re told. As my stupid jeans and boxer shorts finally acquiesce, my vigorously erect cock flies out and up, finally settling in its natural position of pointing straight up at an almost perfect angle.
I’ve done a pretty fucking good job maintaining my balance standing up on this bed so far, but my weighty cock suddenly shifting its position starts to throw me off. I nearly fall over when Emma abruptly grabs my shaft with both hands, but her tight grip somehow helps me maintain my position.
Emma drops down into a kneel, almost slamming her forehead into me. Before I can even grasp what’s happening, her tongue starts slithering around my shaft, starting around the base but rapidly moving up, down, around, and pretty much every-fucking-where.
It’s a beautiful, blissful chaos.
I’m trying to stay as still as a goddamn gargoyle, but Emma’s genius use of her tongue is leaving me wobbly and in danger of toppling over like a felled oak tree.
I want to leave Emma to her work, and there’s nothing around to grab onto for balance. When Emma begins sliding my dick into her mouth, the situation becomes critical.
I extend my arms like a fucking tightrope walker. Emma is doing some sort of sorcery with her tongue and her lips, and now it’s like I’m on a surfboard or some shit, listing slightly from one side to the other, but staying upright at all costs.
I don’t even know what Emma’s doing when I finally throw my arms up in the air. I give up on the idea of concentrating on anything except the white-hot, all-encompassing ocean of bodily bliss taking over my consciousness.
“Fuck!” I yell unwittingly as cum gushes out all over the goddamn place.
The climax hits my entire body like a tidal wave, and even after coming I’m still helpless against the weight of it.
Fuck, I’m gonna fall, but I don’t give a shit because that was fucking amazing.
“Timber!” yells Emma as I tumble like a tree onto my left side.
The tidal wave leaves me and I join reality as I lie across the bed. Emma gives me some support by tumbling down right next to me.
“So...” she says.
“So, you are a magician, Emma. A mountain magician.”
“Am I?”
“There’s no other explanation for it.”
“‘Mountain magician.’ Is that even a fucking thing?”
“It is now. And I think you coined that phrase, so...”
“So…”
There’s that fucking fire again. I see it in Emma’s eyes, and I know it’s in mine.
It’s like the more we satisfy each other, the more ravenous we become.
Hey, I’m not complaining.
“So, I want to make you come, Emma. Again.”
“Yes. Do that. And there is a fucking hurry, because I want to come again like right fucking now.”
I kiss Emma’s tits fervently and leave the usual trail of kisses going down to her belly button, and then down further.
“Oooh, hurrrrry,” Emma wails as I get to the top of her lips.
Emma’s certainly in a hurry. Her pussy is as wet as I’ve ever seen it—and that’s saying something.
The sight of her so ready—so aroused that she’s soaking the sheets and the mattress—has my cock right back to being harder than a piece of petrified wood.
I move my lips just close enough to her fully ready clit and labia for her to perceive my presence, and I stay perfectly still as she wails again—wordlessly this time.
I crawl in closer by an almost microscopic amount, and I wait, keeping still, as Emma wails once more.
Okay, it’s time. I lick Emma’s perfect cunt, lapping up slowly with my tongue, trying to get as much of it as I can with one broad master stroke before getting more detailed and intricate.
“Hurry, hurry.” Emma’s speaking slowly and so quietly I can barely hear her. I don’t think the words mean much at this point besides keep fucking going until I have one orgasm, at least.
As I keep going, moving into a swirling pattern, Emma does have an orgasm. She grabs a pillow, gripping it tightly, and slams it back down on the bed as she comes.
I keep fucking going, and Emma’s shoving herself into my face. I move my tongue more aggressively around her lips, and a little faster, and she squeals briefly, but keeps pushing herself closer.
I lightly touch my tongue in Emma’s clit, and she has another orgasm, and she lets out a shriek full of primal aggression and longing.
It’s a sound that signals that this is still not the time to stop. No, this is just getting started.
I keep fucking going.
I keep my tongue locked around Emma’s clit. Not on it, but around it, spiraling in one direction then the other. I slow down the pace as I get closer, until I’m almost—but not quite—just fucking stopped.
My tongue is moving at a rate that would have to be measured in the geologic scale.
And then I’m stopped for real. And I stay there until I hear Emma moan softly, almost under her breath, and I lightly tap her clit once, then twice.
Emma has another orgasm, thrashing on the sheets like she’s possessed, and then letting her body go limply relaxed with a sigh.
I start an upward trail of kisses, past Emma’s belly button, then skipping up to her glowing, enraptured face.
“One more,” Emma whispers.
“Way ahead of you.” I reach back down to Emma’s pussy and start lightly skimming her lips with my fingertips. “And then we’ll fuck.”
Emma’s face lights up into her full, electrifying smile.
There is nothing as sexy in this world as that smile. It really is too much, and I roll my eyes up towards the ceiling, automatically feeling unworthy of seeing something so beautiful.
“And then we’ll fuck,” Emma repeats, bringing me back to Earth.
I run my fingertips around Emma’s pussy, building another rhythm, faster this time, before stimulating her labia again, keeping a real light touch to start.
We lock eyes, and the fucking fire is still burning so fucking bright, and I move one finger slowly, lightly into Emma’s pussy.
Emma’s eyes go blank as she wails lowly to herself. I bring my fingertip back out, and slowly work it just a tiny bit back in.
“Yeah. That’s the one,” Emma comments quietly before succumbing to another orgasm.