Page 24 of Flung
She huffed, shaking her head. She stepped back just long enough to shrug off her cardigan, then was back, tugging at my belt while she kissed my neck.
“God, Emma.”
“I need you.”
I laughed and nodded. “You’ve got me.”
She pushed my pants and underwear down in one motion, and I stepped out of them, naked in her hallway. I paused and bent down, grabbing the condom from my wallet. I stood and looked at her again.
She was watching me hungrily.
“Let me get you out of that dress?”
She nodded and turned her back.
I pulled the zipper down, and she eased the dress off, wiggling it down her hips.
I unhooked her bra. She gasped softly, then giggled.
Everything she did was cute.
She dropped her bra, then turned to face me. She didn’t linger; as I reached for her, she backed into her bedroom, waving for me to follow.
I did, without hesitation.
Emma stood beside my bed. She looked me in the eye as she pulled her panties down, letting them drop.
She was wet already, I could tell.
“You weren’t joking, were you?”
“No.” She smiled, sitting on the bed.
“You’re gorgeous.”
“You think so?”
“Definitely.”
The way she lit up made my heart skip.
I came toward her.
She spread her legs, arms open for me.
I climbed on to the bed and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her hard.
It was all I’d thought about, too.
We didn’t lay back. Emma was clearly bolder now, more aware of what she wanted.
She shifted us, guiding me to sit, and settled herself in my lap.
She was already pressed against my cock, grinding her sex against it.
She was soaked, desperate for this.
“Easy,” I repeated.
