A close call

Emma woke up to the morning sun peeking through her curtains, casting a warm glow on her naked body. She turned to her side, her gaze falling on the man lying next to her, still fast asleep. His name was Mark, a casual acquaintance she'd met at a party the night before. She smiled, remembering their wild night of passion, their bodies entwined in a dance of lust.

She felt a stirring in her own body, a desire to wake Mark up in a way he'd never forget. She gently moved closer to him, her hand tracing the contours of his chest, her fingers brushing against his nipples, causing them to harden. She saw his cock twitch in response, a sign that he was slowly waking up.

Emma moved her hand lower, her fingers wrapping around his growing shaft. She could feel the heat radiating from it, the blood pulsing beneath the skin. She started to stroke him gently, her grip firm yet tender. She felt him harden fully in her hand, a groan escaping his lips as he opened his eyes.

"Good morning," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She saw the surprise in his eyes turn to pleasure as she continued to stroke him. She leaned in, her breath hot against his skin, her tongue darting out to flick against the head of his cock. She heard him gasp, his hand reaching out to tangle in her hair.

Emma took him in her mouth, her lips closing around his shaft. She felt him shiver, his hips bucking slightly as she started to move, her head bobbing up and down. She could taste the saltiness of his precum, the taste sending a jolt of pleasure through her own body. She felt her pussy grow wet, her clit throbbing with need.

She moved faster, her hand joining her mouth, her grip tightening around his cock. She felt him grow even harder, his breath coming in short gasps. She knew he was close, his body tensing beneath her. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, the lust in his gaze sending a thrill through her.

"Fuck, Emma," he groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth, his hot cum spilling into her mouth. She swallowed, the taste of him sending a wave of pleasure through her own body. She continued to suck him, her tongue lapping at his sensitive head until he was spent.

She moved up, her body pressing against his, her lips finding his in a deep kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, the taste of their shared pleasure. She felt his hands roam her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, his thumb brushing against her hardened nipples.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Emma's eyes widened in panic, her body tensing. "Shit, my boyfriend's home," she hissed, jumping out of bed. She rushed to the window, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked down, seeing her boyfriend's car parked in the driveway.

She turned to Mark, her eyes wide with fear. "You have to leave," she whispered, her voice urgent. Mark nodded, quickly gathering his clothes. He dressed in a hurry, his eyes never leaving Emma. She felt a pang of regret, knowing she wouldn't be able to see him again.

She helped him climb out the window, her heart pounding in her chest. She watched him disappear into the morning light, a sense of longing filling her. She closed the window, turning to see her boyfriend entering the room. She smiled, her heart still pounding from the morning's events.

"Morning, babe," she greeted, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her heart. She felt a thrill, the taste of Mark's cum still lingering in her mouth. She knew she'd never forget this morning, the taste of forbidden pleasure still lingering on her lips.