Emily's teasing continues

Kevin’s fingers dug into the armrests as Emily arched into a bridge pose, her back curving off the carpet like a bowstring. The lace of her bra strained dangerously, the delicate fabric pulling taut over her peaked nipples. He jerked his chin toward the adjoining door—*get out*—but she merely rolled her hips higher, the garter straps cutting into the soft flesh of her thighs. A bead of sweat traced the hollow of her throat as she held the position, her breath coming in slow, deliberate exhales that did nothing to steady his own.

Emily transitioned fluidly into a splits variation, one leg extended behind her while the other bent at the knee. The movement hitched her panties sideways, revealing a flash of bare skin beneath the lace. Kevin’s coffee sloshed as he set it down too hard, his free hand clenching into a fist. She smirked at the sound, rolling onto her side with exaggerated slowness. Her fingers trailed up her own calf, over the black silk of her stocking, until they hooked into the garter strap with deliberate precision.

"Connection still bad?" His wife's voice crackled through the phone as Emily peeled the strap down her thigh, the elastic snapping back with a whisper that made Kevin’s jaw twitch. She mouthed *oops* at his reflection, her fingers already toying with the next clasp. The third strap gave way with a louder pop, the sound muffled only by his choked cough. Emily’s stocking sagged precariously, the material pooling at her knee as she rolled onto her stomach like a cat stretching in sunlight.

Emily rolled onto her back, stretching her arms overhead with a slow, feline grace that made her breasts shift tantalizingly against the lace. Kevin's throat went dry as she hooked a finger under the final garter strap and let it snap against her thigh—once, twice—before releasing it with a lazy flick. The stocking slithered down her leg like a second skin being shed, pooling around her ankle. She kicked it off with a pointed flex of her toes, her smirk widening when Kevin's grip on the phone turned white-knuckled.

"Kevin?" His wife's voice sharpened through the speaker as Emily arched her back, her fingers trailing up her ribs to the clasp of her bra. The hooks gave way with an audible *snick*, but she kept the lace pressed to her chest for a heartbeat longer—just long enough to watch Kevin's Adam's apple bob—before letting it fall away. The bra slid down her arms with whisper-soft friction, catching for a moment on her elbows before she shook it loose.

The phone slipped in Kevin's sweaty palm as Emily stretched like a sunbathing cat, her bare breasts rising with each slow inhale. She rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand while the other traced idle circles around her nipple—not touching, just skimming close enough to make it peak. Kevin's cock twitched violently against his zipper, the fabric straining as Emily's fingers drifted lower, tracing the lace waistband of her panties.

"Still there?" His wife's tone turned brittle as Emily hooked both thumbs into the sides of her underwear and shimmied them down her hips with excruciating slowness. The lace caught momentarily on the curve of her ass before she wiggled free, letting the scrap of fabric fall to the carpet with a sound like a sigh. Kevin's breath hitched when she rolled onto her knees, the dim light gilding the damp patch between her thighs.

Emily crawled forward with deliberate slowness, her hair brushing Kevin's knee as she reached for his abandoned coffee cup. Her nipples grazed his thigh when she lifted the cup to her lips—a calculated accident that made his entire body tense. She took a slow sip, her tongue darting out to catch a drop on her lower lip, her eyes locked on his crotch where his erection strained against his slacks.

Emily's fingers traced the cool metal of Kevin's belt buckle as his wife's voice buzzed through the phone—something about weekend plans he couldn't focus on through the roaring in his ears. His free hand clamped over Emily's wrist, but she merely smirked against his knee, her breath hot through the fabric of his slacks as she twisted free. The belt came undone with a sharp *snick*, the leather sliding through loops with a whisper that drowned out his wife's words.

Kevin's grip on the phone tightened as Emily's nails scraped down his zipper, the sound impossibly loud in the charged silence between them. His hips jerked involuntarily when she hooked her thumbs into his waistband, her lips brushing the tented fabric as she dragged his slacks down his thighs. The air conditioning chilled his bare skin, raising goosebumps that had nothing to do with temperature as his cock strained against the cotton of his briefs.

"Kevin? You're breathing weird," his wife said through the phone just as Emily's teeth caught the elastic of his underwear. He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose as she peeled the fabric down with agonizing slowness, her hot exhale skating over his erection. His briefs pooled around his ankles with his slacks, leaving him exposed from the waist down while Emily knelt between his spread thighs—fully nude, her skin flushed pink with arousal.

The phone almost slipped in Kevin's damp palm as Emily rose fluidly to her feet, her breasts brushing his chest as she straddled his lap. His free hand flew to her hip on instinct, fingers digging into soft flesh as she ground against him—her wet heat smearing precum across his stomach with each slow roll of her hips. Emily's breath hitched when the head of his cock caught at her entrance, her thighs trembling where they bracketed his.