Emily resumes stroking John's cock until he comes

As Emily looked down at John, a knowing smile played on her lips. "I think I know exactly what to do," she murmured, her voice a seductive promise.

With practiced grace, Emily sat up, her body moving with a sensual rhythm that held John's attention captive. She rose slightly, guiding his throbbing cock out of her warmth, and then positioned herself just below its eager head. Her swollen lips grazed his sensitive flesh as she began to move, a slow and deliberate grind that sent shivers down his spine.

John couldn't help but moan, his head falling back onto the massage table as his eyes closed. The sensations she evoked were exquisite, the teasing pressure of her lips against his cock driving him to the brink.

Emily's hands, slick with the lingering oil, wrapped around his cock. She stroked him with a steady rhythm, her touch both skilled and attentive. Her voice, a whisper of desire, reached his ears.

"I want you to come, John," she breathed, her words laced with a craving that mirrored his own. "I want to make you feel good."

His hands traced her skin, memorizing the curves and contours of her body as they moved. The sensations were overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that pulsed through his veins.

Emily's encouragement was all he needed. His climax built with a rapid intensity, his body responding eagerly to her touch. As he approached the edge, Emily's words spurred him on, the promise of release just within reach.

With a primal groan, John succumbed to the pleasure that engulfed him. His body tensed and then released, spurt after spurt of hot cum shooting from his cock. Some landed on Emily's hands, some on her belly, and some even on his own skin.

He managed to keep his gaze locked on her as the waves of ecstasy washed over him, his eyes reflecting the depth of his desire and the intensity of the moment. Emily's touch didn't waver, her hand continuing its gentle strokes until he was spent.

As the last tremors of pleasure subsided, Emily's movements slowed. She allowed his cock to slip from her grasp, her hands coming to rest on his thighs. She looked at him with a mixture of adoration and satisfaction, her gaze filled with the warmth of their shared connection.