A huge surprise for Paul.

Paul is standing outside of his apartment building in central London. He lives close to the Strand and the hotel Savoy. He is waiting for Christine McGuinness. She is his fabulous lover and she spending the night together with him. It is past six o’clock and she is a little bit late. He is really looking forward to seeing Christine again. The previous meeting on Tuesday night was fabulous and they fucked all night long.

Suddenly a tall blonde woman gets closer to Paul. She looks at Paul intensely and she smiles. He doesn’t know her but she looks absolutely fabulous in her white dress. Very impressive cleavage. Deep cleavage and the dress enhances her gorgeous body. When she gets close to Paul she stops but starts smiles wider. Her face is beautiful. Thin sexy lips and great cheeks. A kind of nose marked that Paul likes. Big blue open eyes. The busty blonde has a positive attitude and she is very lively. She tells him.

“Hi you must be Paul. Glad to see you I am Emma.”

Emma extends her hand. She is holding out a folded piece of elegant stationery. Her blue eyes never leaving Paul’s. She continues to talk.

“Christine sends her apologies. She won't be coming over tonight. I have a note from her that explains the whole situation. “ Emma tells Paul this shocking information about Christine with a wicked smile on her beautiful face. Her eyes are warm but they seems to be pleading with him.

Paul reads the note long from Christine.

“Terrible sorry dear Paul. I have to look after my children tonight. My oldest is very sick. Emma is a very good friend of mine and she could use some action. To be very frank the situation is like this. I have told her about us. She knows that we see each other for hot fabulous sex. I have shown her pictures of you and she is smitten with you Paul. She hasn’t been laid in years. So how about it Paul? She is exactly your type. Busty and blonde. Tall in her high heels. She needs to get laid. Emma is extremely horny. She has a bag with her and she wants to spend the night with you. I want her to feel how a real man fucks. Tell me all about it the next time we meet. Kisses Christine”

Paul can’t comprehend the note. Can this really be true? He looks at Emma. She can tell that he is confused. This can’t be happening.

Emma watches Paul’s face carefully. A soft blush creeping onto her cheeks as she sees Paul read Christine's bold words. Emma shifts her weight slightly, the click of her high heels on the pavement sounding loud in the quiet evening. She tells him.

“It's all true, every word. I hope you're not offended Paul. Christine can be rather direct. Please don’t let me down. I promise you it will be worth your while.”

Paul starts smiling. He laughs and laughs. This is an unbelievable situation. Again one of Paul’s lovers is setting up a girlfriend to have sex with Paul. He looks at Emma. She is gorgeous. Tall and very busty. Her face is beautiful and typically English. In the white dress he can see all of her curves. Paul moves closer to Emma and he surprises her when he starts kissing her. What else can he do. He is immediately very attracted to her. She is exactly his type. Emma is the one he is sleeping with tonight. Very exciting.

Paul’s sudden laughter catches Emma off guard. She finds herself smiling in response. The tension in her body is easing. When Paul step closer she doesn’t retreat. Paul’s kiss is bold and unexpected. Emma meets it with a soft sigh. One of her hands coming up to rest lightly on his chest. The evening air is cool, but Paul’s proximity is warm and intoxicating. When they part Emma keeps her eyes lowered for a moment as she is catching her breath. She smiles and says.

“Well, that's one way to answer the note. I was worried you might find the whole thing rather presumptuous. Christine insisted I wear this revealing dress. She said you'd appreciate the view.”

Emma glances up at Paul through her lashes with a teasing glint in her eye. “She wasn't wrong, was she?”

Paul lifts Emma up in his arms. He carry her to the front door. He opens it up and in the stairwell he immediately moves her up against the wall and he kisses her deeply.

Emma gasps softly as Paul lifts her effortlessly. Her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck and shoulders. The sudden movement sends a thrill through her. A rush of surrender to his strength. In the stairwell against the cool wall Paul’s kiss is deeper and more possessive. Emma lets herself melt into it, her heels dangling as he hold her there. When the kiss breaks she is breathless. Her voice is a hushed whisper.

“Christine didn't mention you were quite so assertive. I like it. “

Emma let her gaze drift down to the bag at her feet and then back up to Paul.

“My things are in there. Are we going to your flat or are you planning to keep me pinned to this wall all night?” Paul answers her immediately.

“I little bit of both Emma.” They kiss again and now they are starting to get to know each other better. Emma has a fabulous move with her tongue and she is a great kisser. They share a lot of moisturize and Paul loves the way her huge breasts feels against his chest. Overall it feels like she has a fabulous body. It feels like they have instant chemistry even though the set up is very strange and peculiar.

The cool plaster of the stairwell wall presses against Emma’s back. It is a sharp contrast to the heat of Paul’s body holding her against it. She can feel the solid strength of his chest through the thin silk of her dress. The way her huge breasts are compressed between them sends a delicious shiver down her spine.

Paul’s kiss deepens further and Emma lets her tongue slide against his. She is exploring with a slow practiced confidence that she hasn’t used in far too long. The taste of Paul is clean and faintly minty and mixed with the evening air still clinging to his skin. She can hear the soft wet sounds of their kissing echoing slightly in the quiet stairwell. However the distant hum of London traffic is nothing but a whisper now.

When they finally part for a breath Emma keeps her forehead resting against Paul’s for a moment. Her eyes are closed as she savors the dizzying sensation. Her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt holding on as her heels finally touch the floor again.

“Christine did tell me you were passionate. But I think she undersold you.”

Emma whispers her voice is low and a little breathless. She lets her hands slide down Paul’s arms and she is feeling the definition of his muscles under her touch.

“I also think she failed to mention how good you’d feel. Carrying me up the stairs like some caveman fantasy.” She let out a soft genuine laugh shaking her blonde hair.

“ I’m not complaining. Far from it. But my bag is still down there. And I did pack a few surprises. Unless you’d rather discover what’s under this dress first?” It is apparent that Emma is very horny. She has that certain look in her blue eyes.

They are on the first floor. Paul sits Emma down on the big table. He kisses her passionately again. He then licks in her very deep cleavage. Fabulous breasts. Huge boobs that are round and heavy. Very compact melons. He stops licking her and goes downstairs to get her bag. Back up he is pleasantly surprised by finding Emma waiting for him laying down on the table.

Emma is laying back on the cool wood of the table. She props herself up a bit as Paul returns. Her white dress has ridden up her thighs and she makes no move to adjust it. She is watching Paul with a slow deliberate smile. She is so sexy. Emma tells him.

“You know most men would have just made me get my own bag. I appreciate the chivalry. Nice to meet a true gentleman. There's a bottle of rather nice Sancerre in there. I thought we might need it. Unless you'd prefer to skip straight to the main event?”

Paul can see and feel how horny Emma is. Her eyes are secretly pleading with him to not start with the wine. It must be very long since last time for Emma. Paul gets on top of her and kisses her again. She is responding eagerly. This is what she wants. They kiss and kiss. Paul slides a hand on her thigh and her skin is so soft. Emma puts a hand on his neck and draws him closer. They are kissing deeply now and the chemistry between them is electric. It is amazing how they understand each other so easily.

Paul’s hand sliding up her thigh is a welcome shock. Emma lets out a soft gasp into his mouth. Her own hand tightens on his neck and is pulling him deeper into the kiss. She can feel the heat of his body over hers. The weight of Paul pressing her into the table and it's exactly what she has been craving. The wine is forgotten. Her hips shift subtly beneath him it is a silent invitation. She breaks from kissing and whispers.

“Christine was right on the note.” She whisper between kisses. Her dark voice is hoarse. “It has been... a long time. A very long time. But I'm not some fragile thing to be handled gently. I want this. I want you.”

Emma guides Paul’s hand higher up her thigh towards the hem of her dress.

“Don't make me wait any longer Paul. I have been waiting long enough for this.”

Paul is getting very aroused. Emma is even more aroused. He is very impressed by her huge breasts. They are fabulous to be on top of. Her breasts are unusually large. Paul is contemplating taking her here at the table. Exciting idea. However since they don’t know each other and he doesn’t have condoms with him he thinks it’s best to move them to his apartment.

He stops kissing her. She looks a little bit disappointed. She really is so damn horny. He gets up and lifts her up in his arms one more time. She grabs her bag and he starts moving them upstairs.

As Paul lift Emma again she wrap her arms around him. Her disappointment melting into a fresh wave of anticipation. She tuck her face against his neck. She is breathing in the scent of you.

“I understand Paul. The apartment the first time. “ Emma whispers. Her tone is soft but still edged with strong need. “But I promise you, Paul the moment we're inside your door I'm not going to be patient anymore. I I've waited years for a night like this. I'm not wasting a second of it.”

Finally they are up at the right floor. Paul needs help opening the door and Emma quickly opens it. They enter and closes the door behind them. She gently drops the bag on the floor. Emma tries to move when they enter the apartment but Paul just ignores her. He moves them to the bedroom and the huge bed. All in white bedsheets. The room looks fantastic and is prepared for a sexual encounter. Then he just jokingly tosses Emma on to the huge bed.

The soft white duvet envelops Emma as she lands on the bed with a surprised laugh. Her long hair fanning out around her. She pushes herself up onto her elbows. She is looking at Paul standing at the foot of the bed. The playful toss was unexpected. It seems to sends another thrill through Emma. She smiles and tells him.

“You're full of surprises. I like that.” Emma kicks off her high heels. She is letting them drop to the floor with two soft thuds. She slowly and deliberately crawls to the edge of the bed on her knees. She is stopping right in front of Paul.

“Now where were we? I believe I was promised a lack of patience.”

Paul looks horrified when he sees her actions. She doesn’t understand the drastic change. He quickly grabs her high heels. Emma suddenly understands. She helps him as she stretches her long slender legs to put back her high heels. “Emma darling the high heels stays on no matter what. “ Paul is firm when he tells her.

A slow genuine smile spreads across her face as Emma understands Paul’s sudden horror. Her heart skips a beat at the command at the way Paul called her ‘darling' with such possessive certainty. Emma stretches her long legs out obediently helping Paul slide each heel back onto her foot. The familiar click of the buckle closing feels different now it’s charged. She laughs and tells Paul.

“You're right. They stay on.” Emma says it softly her dark voice filled with a new kind of reverence. Her accent is very English but Paul finds it very sexy. She must be from the north of England and she has that special tone in her voice. Some of her words like “surprise”sounds more like “suupreise”. Emma stands up on the bed. Now much taller in her heels. She looks down at Paul from this slight advantage. She speaks softly.

“Christine told me you had specific tastes Paul. She didn't elaborate. But I think I'm beginning to see.”

Seeing Emma stand in the bed and move around a bit for Paul he can see how confident she is. This woman is use to performing or something like that. The longer Paul admirers her the more she enjoys herself. Again they have great chemistry and Emma is loving to be appreciative by a man for her looks. She even squeezes her huge breasts together for Paul. She continues to move gracefully. She is gorgeous. He tells her.

“Darling I can see how much you love performing. How about a striptease for me. You have a couple of mirrors there in the corner and I bet you would be sexy naked up against them.”

A low throaty laugh escapes Emma as Paul calls her out on her enjoyment. Paul’s suggestion sends a fresh wave of heat straight through her. She steps down from the bed with deliberate grace the high heels making her movements slow and purposeful.

“A striptease?”Emma sounds surprised when she walks towards the corner. Her hips are swaying and she runs her fingers along the cool edge of the full-length mirror. She catches Paul reflection watching her. She hold his gaze through the glass.

“ I don't normally perform on command, you know. But for you Paul I think I could make an exception. Christine was right about another thing. You know exactly what you want.”

Paul starts to undress as Emma prepares her striptease. He takes off his shirt and trousers. Paul sits down on the edge of the bed in his boxers to watch her strip. Emma looks appreciative of his chiseled physique. She even licks her lips in excitement. Longingly she inspects Paul’s body. Her desire is building up.

Emma’s breath catches for a second as Paul reveal his physique. She lets her eyes roam over him. She is appreciating the view as much as Paul seems to appreciate hers. Emma turns to face the mirror. Her back towards Paul. She looks at them in reflection. Her fingers finding the thin strap at her shoulder. She tells him with a great confidence.

“You're going to watch, aren't you?” Emma says her voice dropping to a husky murmur. She slides the strap down her arm slowly. She is letting the silk of the dress begin to slip. She keeps her eyes locked on Paul’s in the mirror. A playful and challenging smile on her lips.

Paul is getting very aroused. Emma’s long slender legs look fantastic in her high heels. Her overall physique is excellent. He can’t wait to see her ass naked. Hidden under the white dress her derrière shows enough for Paul to understand that her bum is fabulous. He loves the fact that she keeps eye contact. So sexy. Her lovely blue eyes sparkles. She is really enjoying herself.

Emma lets the other strap fall. The front of her white dress now dipping low. It is revealing the top curves of her huge breasts. She doesn’t pull it down yet. Instead she turn her head slightly. She is still watching Paul’s reflection and she slowly arch her back pressing her hips forward. The white silk hugs her fabulous ass and outlining it perfectly against the mirror's frame.

Emma begins to sway her hips in a slow rhythmic motion. The soft fabric whispering against her skin. Her hands slide down her sides and is tracing her own curves before she finally hook her thumbs under the hem of the dress at her hips. Emma starts to pull it up not down. Inch by inch she is revealing the backs of her strong thighs.

Then the lace edge of her stockings is revealed. And finally the smooth bare skin of her lower back and the top of her gorgeous ass. Emma pauses there. She is letting Paul look. She is letting the anticipation build. Her breathing is a little quicker now. Her own excitement mirrored in the flush on her cheeks. Paul tells her and he compliments her.

“Keep going darling. I see a lot that I like. You are so fit and you have a gorgeous body Emma. I love the way you tease me. Do you do this a lot since you are so good at it.”

Emma lets out a soft breathy laugh. Her eyes still holding Paul’s in the mirror. She gives the hem another slow deliberate tug. She is revealing the full curve of her juicy ass. It is still covered only by a tiny scrap of lace. Emma turns to face him now. She is letting the dress pool at her feet. She is standing before Paul in just her heels stockings and a delicate lingerie. She laughs and answers the question.

“Do I do this a lot?” Emma ask with a playful smirk on her lips as she step closer. The click of her heels sharp in the quiet room. “I haven’t done this in a very, very long time. But some things dear you just don't forget. And the right audience makes all the difference. You're a very attentive audience.” She is moving closer to Paul.

Pal answers Emma right away. “How can I not be attentive when a sex goddess is stripping for me.”

Emma feels a genuine warmth spread through her chest at Paul’s words. Her confident posture softening just a fraction. She reaches out and trace a light finger along his jawline. She looks at him tenderly. She is so happy and relaxed. She tells him.

“A sex goddess? Flattery will get you everywhere, Paul.” Her dark voice is low and intimate. “But I'm just a woman who's been reminded what it feels like to be truly desired.”

Emma takes Paul’s hand and places it on her hip over the lace. She is letting him feel the heat of her skin. “Your turn Paul. Lose the boxers. I want to see all of you.”

“No no Emma. You need to do my favorite thing. Go back to the mirror and stretch your long slender legs wide apart. I will tell you step by step how to proceed. “ Paul is firm with her. He knows exactly what he wants.

A slow knowing smile spreads across her lips. Emma releases Paul’s hand and takes a deliberate step back. Her high heels clicking against the floor as she turn and walk back to the mirror. She stands before it. She is meeting her own gaze for a moment before looking at Paul’s reflection behind me.

“Your favorite thing Paul.” Emma murmurs her sexy voice is dropping to a husky, obedient tone. “Alright. Tell me what to do.”

She places her hands on the cool surface of the mirror for balance and slowly, sensually, stretch one long leg out to the side. Then the other leg. She is widening her stance. The pose emphasizes the curve of her hips and the lace barely covering her. Emma holds the position. She is waiting for Paul’s next command. Her breathing is already coming a little faster in anticipation.

“Now slowly move your hands down to your feet. Really slow darling.” Paul continues to instruct her. She is taking directions eagerly and she has a submissive side.

Emma obeys without hesitation. Her blue eyes locked with Paul’s in the reflection. She begins to bend forward. She is lowering myself with a slow controlled grace. Her hands slide down her thighs past the lace of her lingerie. She is tracing the smooth silk of her stockings until her fingertips brush the tops of her heels. Emma keeps her back arched. Her head is tilted to watch Paul as she descend. The movements a deliberate display of submission and flexibility. Paul continues to direct her.

“My god you have an amazing body Emma. Your legs are seven foot long. Your muscular ass is outstanding. Can’t believe how aroused you make me. So now slowly move your weight from one leg to the other leg. Move back and forth. “

Emma feels a flush of heat at Paul’s praise. It is a deep thrilling satisfaction that his is enjoying this as much as she is. Keeping her hands on her high heels for balance she begins to shift her weight slowly from one leg to the other. The movement is subtle at first. Then the movement is more pronounced. It is a slow rhythmic sway that makes her hips roll and the muscles in her muscular ass flex and tighten with each transfer. The lace of her panties strains with the motion. Her breathing becomes a soft audible rhythm in the quiet room.

“Like this Paul? Emma asks her voice a little breathless from the strain and the arousal. She watches Paul in the mirror. Her blue eyes dark with want. “You haven't even touched me yet Paul and I feel like I'm already coming apart. Your voice. Your blue eyes on me. Truly it's intoxicating. What's next?”

Paul stands up and he locks eyes with Emma. He makes sure that she looks at him while she continues to move slowly. She does it perfectly. Fabulous performance. Paul loves how much she is enjoying herself.

Paul moves a little so Emma sees him in profile. She follows Paul closely. He reaches down and slowly removes his boxers. Paul’s huge dick stands straight up. It rises majestically. He is stone hard by just looking at Emma.

Emma’s eyes widen slightly. A sharp intake of breath catching in her throat as she watches Paul undress himself. She stops swaying. Emma is frozen for a moment in her bent-over position and she is utterly captivated by the sight of Paul. Her eyes travels slowly and appreciatively. From Paul’s face down the length of his body to where he stand fully gloriously aroused. A low involuntary sound escapes Emma. She moans when she talks again.

“Christine…..” Emma whispers. Her voice ragged. “Christine definitely undersold you. My god, Paul. You are huge. Even massive. What a beautiful cock. “

Emma slowly and carefully straightens up. Her hands leaving her heels to rest on her hips. She doesn’t break eye contact as she turn to face Paul fully. The submissive pose is gone replaced by a raw hungry confidence. She takes a step toward Paul the click of her heels deliberate.

“All this teasing Paul.” Emma says her voice is dropping to a husky murmur as she closes the distance. “It's been wonderful. Exquisite even. But I think we're past the performance now don't you? I want to feel that majestic hardness for myself. I've been a very good girl. I have been following all your instructions. Don't I deserve a reward?”

Paul looks at her. Her lust is palpable. Now she is really turned on. Paul tells her.

“You certainly deserve a reward darling. Let me take care of you first. I think your pussy needs some warming up before it feels my huge cock. You need to be soaking wet when I penetrate you. “

“Emma please don’t mention Christine anymore. I will always be great full for her fantastic idea of you taking her place tonight. But believe me Emma, I will not be thinking about her at all tonight after your performance and feeling the enormous lust we have for each other. Your body is gorgeous. It is you that I desperately want.”

The cool air of the room brushes against Emma’s heated skin as she stand before Paul. But the warmth radiating from her core is almost overwhelming. His words sink in. Each one a deliberate stroke that stokes the fire inside her higher. The request to stop mentioning Christine isn't a rebuke. It is claiming. It tells Emma Paul is here in this moment with her and that’s all that matters. A slow, genuine smile curves her lips, one that reaches her blue eyes and softens the intensity of her gaze.

“You’re right. No more names from the past. Just you and me tonight.” Her voice is low and a husky promise. Emma takes another step closer closing the final distance between them. She can feel the heat coming off Paul’s body. He can feel her own responds with a shiver of anticipation. Her hands come up to rest lightly on Paul’s bare chest. Her fingertips tracing the hard planes of your muscles. Emma tilts her head back to look up at him. The height of her heels bringing her almost to Paul’s eye level.

“And you’re absolutely right about the other thing, too Paul.” Emma admits. A faint blush coloring her cheeks that has nothing to do with shyness and everything to do with raw admitted need.

“I am so aroused I can barely think straight. Watching you watch me. Then hearing your voice tell me what to do Paul. It has been the most exquisite ****. I want you so much it’s like a physical ache.”

Emma lets one hand slide down his torso. Her touch is feather-light until her fingers brush the hot hard proof of her own desire. She doesn’t don’t grasp Paul not yet. She just lets her knuckles glide along his impressive length. She is feeling the powerful throb of Paul’s pulse there.

“So please Paul. “ Emma whispers and her breathing catching as her own touch sends another jolt of need through her. “Take care of me. Warm me up. Make me soaking wet for you. I want to feel every inch of you, and I want to be so ready that I can take you without a single moment of hesitation. I’ve been good. I’ve followed your every command. Now show me my reward.” Paul immediately replies.

“I know you would do the right thing darling. So first remove all your clothing. Finalize your fabulous striptease and get naked. I am dying to see your outstanding body completely naked. Well except for the high heels of course.”

A slow and deliberate smile spreads across Emma’s lips as she hears Paul’s command. Her hands leave his body and she steps back. She is giving Paul space to watch. She turns to face the mirror again. Her reflections showing a woman flushed with desire and poised for obedience.

With a fluid practiced motion Emma unhooks the clasp at the front of her lingerie letting it fall away. Her huge breasts are freed. They are heavy and full. Outstanding boobs. Surpassingly perky considering the size. She arches her back slightly to emphasize the round globes in the reflection. Huge stiff nipples. The perfect set of breasts. Paul doesn’t want to compare but Emma’s big boobs are the best ones.

Then she hooks her thumbs into the sides of her panties. She bends forward once more. Not in submission now but in a slow sensual peeling away. Emma slides them down over her broad hips and past the lace tops of her stockings. She lets them drop to the floor. Her excitement is huge. The striptease is over and she loved doing it for Paul.

Now she stand completely naked before Paul except for the high heels that elongates her long slender legs. Her high heels also adds a defiant elegant stature to her nudity. Emma turn to face Paul. Not shyly but with a proud open display. Her skin is flushed and her breathing deep and controlled. Emma walks toward Paul. The click of her heels marking each step. It is a confident walk of a horny woman who is so aroused by her lover. The certainty of how fabulous the sex will be makes her absolutely giddy.

They kiss again. A deeply passionate kiss. Both of them are so aroused and Emma makes sure that the huge cock is pressed hard between their bodies. The big dick rises high on her fit body. Paul squeezes her muscular ass and they share a lot of moisture.

His tongue starts licking her stiff nipples. They stand straight out and are wonderful. He licks her areola too. She is sensitive there and he swirls around her areola for a while. Next he licks her flat stomach. Her bellybutton gets a special treatment. Emma is moaning lightly. Finally Paul is touching her.

Paul then gets down on his knees in front of Emma. He starts licking her thighs and calves. Slowly he licks higher and higher. Her inner thighs get special treatment. He grabs her muscular ass and he kisses her body everywhere. Emma tastes so good. He continues to lick and suck and he teases her by not touching her pussy. He can smell her arousal. A musky fabulous smell and Paul continues to lick close to her cunt.

Emma les her head fall back with a soft moan as Paul’s mouth works its way up her long legs. The sensation of his tongue on her skin the scrape of his stubble against her inner thighs. It sends shockwaves of pleasure through her. Her hands come to rest on his shoulders. Her fingers digging in for balance as her knees threaten to buckle.

“Paul..” Emma is breathing out. Her sexy voice is trembling.” You're teasing me again. So close. I can feel your breath.” Emma shifts her hips. It is silent a **** plea but Paul holds her firm. He is continuing his maddening exquisite attention just around where she needs him most. The musky scent of her own arousal fills the air between us. It is a blatant confession of her state.

Emma moans and whispers. “Paul just lick me. I have never wanted to be licked this much before. Reward me. Believe me I will reward you later.”

Finally Paul starts licking her pussy. His tongue is licking her and Emma sighs of relief when she finally feels him. He sucks her cunt. Great taste and a fresh pussy. He can feel that she is ready for more action. He slides a finger up in her wet pussy. He starts finger fucking her slowly.

A sharp ragged gasp tears from Emma’s throat as Paul’s tongue finally makes contact. It is followed by a long shuddering sigh of pure relief. Her grip on his shoulders tightens. Her body arching instinctively toward his mouth. The sensation is overwhelming. The warm wet heat of Paul’s tongue exploring her. The gentle suction and the intimate knowledge of his taste on her pussy lips. She is panting now. Small and **** sounds escaping her with each flick and stroke.

When Paul’s finger slides inside her a deep guttural moan echoes in the room. Emma is so wet so ready. The fingers glides in effortlessly. Then the slow deliberate rhythm Paul sets has her hips moving in time chasing the sensation. Her eyes are squeezed shut. Her entire world narrowed to the feeling of his mouth and his hand on her. Deep in her.

“You feel that Paul. “ Emma manages to gasp out. Her dark voice is thick with need. “How ready I am for you? I'm not just wet, Paul. I'm dripping. For you. Only for you. “

Emma rocks against his hand. Her movements are becoming less controlled and much more urgent. “Don't stop Paul please, don't stop. I'm so close already. “

Paul can definitely feel how wet Emma is. He slobbers all over her awesome snatch and she moans louder. Another finger follows upstairs. With his two fingers he can widen her out more and he fingers fuck her harder now. Her clitoris then feels the tip of his tongue and the swollen clit loves the touch. It has probably been a while since a man touched it. Her reactions indicates that this is exactly what she needs.

The dual sensations of Paul’s fingers stretching and filling Emma and the relentless perfect flick of his tongue on her clit pushes her to a dizzying precipice. Her moans are loud and unfiltered. They are echoing in the bedroom. Her hips bucks against Paul’s face. Her movements are frantic. Her entire body a taut wire of pleasure. She is so close. This is exactly what she needs. A quick start and an orgasm.

“Paul. “Emma is pleading. Her voice is breaking. Her hands are tangled in his hair. Her hands are not pushing just holding on.

“Please Paul. I need to come. I'm right there. I can't hold back anymore. Make me come with your mouth. Use your fingers. Much harder please, I'm begging you now. I need to feel it. I need you to make me fall apart.”

Emma’s long slender legs are trembling in her high heels. Her breathing coming in ragged sobs. The coiled tension in her core is unbearable. A ****, aching need for release that only Paul can provide.

Paul starts finger fucking her harder. Deep down in her soaking wet pussy he finger fucks her. His rhythm is steady and perfect for Emma. The sound from her wet pussy is fantastic. A soggy wet noise comes as a consequence of her wetness. Paul is moving his tongue around on her swollen sugar plum. Finally he finds a spot on her clit that drives Emma crazy.

That spot. That perfect precise spot is the final key. A shockwave of pure blinding pleasure erupts from Emma’s core tearing through every nerve. Her fit body convulses. A high sharp cry tearing from her lips as her orgasm crashes over her. It is a massive orgasm for Emma. Violently the climax hits her. Finally she gets a great orgasm.

Emma clings to Paul. Her knees are buckling. But the high heels keep her upright anchored as she shudders and shakes against his mouth and hand. The waves keep rolling. They are prolonged by the relentless rhythm of Paul’s fingers and tongue until Emma is gasping limp and her head is lolling forward.

“Oh god Paul. She pants. Her voice weak and shattered. “That was... incredible. So long since a man made me come.”

Emma slowly and carefully sinks down to kneel before Paul on the floor. Her high heels are still on. Her face is flushed. Her lips are swollen from her own cries. She looks up at Paul. Her eyes glazed with satisfaction and a deeper hungrier need. She reaches out and touch his cheek. Her fingers are trembling.

“You're an artist, Paul. “ Emma whispers a slow smile returning to her lips.

“But now it is time for the main attraction. I want that huge magnificent cock inside me. I want to feel you claim me, completely. Let me show you how grateful I am.”

They kiss each other desperately and passionately. Emma needs this. A more intimate moment. She can now taste herself mixed with Paul’s flavors. They continue to kiss and touch each other. Paul is still stone hard. Emma can feel it when she strokes his huge dick. Her eyes gets bigger as she feels his full length. His girth is so impressive.

Paul is so aroused. He doesn’t need Emma to suck him. She seems to understand his hunger. Paul then gets up and lifts Emma up. He lays her down in the huge bed on her back with her head on a pillow. Immediately she spreads her long legs wide apart and invites Paul to mount her and fuck her in the classical missionary position.

The taste of herself on Paul’s lips is primal and intoxicating. Emma kisses him back with a ferocity that matches his. Her hands are roaming over his shoulders and his back. She is clinging to Paul. When her fingers find Paul’s length again she lets out a soft gasp against his mouth. The sheer size of him is thrilling. It is a huge promise of what’s to come. Her hunger grows when she feels his mighty hard dick.

“I understand Paul.” Emma murmurs she is breaking the kiss to look into Paul’s eyes. “You don’t need me to slow you down. You need to take me right now. “

When Paul lifts Emma and lays her on the bed she sinks into the soft white sheets with a sigh of anticipation. She doesn’t hesitate. She spreads her long fabulous legs wide. She is opening herself to Paul completely. The cool air touches her heated skin. But Emma is burning for Paul. First she squeezes her huge breasts together for Paul. Her stiff nipples are also huge. Emma then reaches for Paul. Her hands guiding him over her. The hunger in her blue eyes are infectious. Emma then whispers.

“Come here Paul.” Emma tells him her voice is a low urgent command. “I’m ready. I’m so ready for you. Don’t be gentle. I want to feel every inch. I want to remember this.”