Morning wood for Emma

Paul is slowly waking up. After a long evening of fabulous sex he feels rejuvenated by the sleep. He also feels that he has a massive erection. Stone hard and fully erect. His morning wood feels amazing. His big balls are loaded and ready. It is early Saturday morning and he is surprised by how early it actually is.

Suddenly it feels even better when lips and tongue starts enjoying his huge cock. The tongue swirls around his huge cock head and he loves it. He is very sensitive around his glands and the tongue continues to circle around his big head. Apparently Emma couldn’t wait any longer her enormous lust made her start right away.

During the meal last night Paul discovered a lot of surprising and exciting things about Emma. Emma is famous. She really is. Emma Louise Jones is a broadcaster who works mostly with football and rugby. Right now mostly Premier League. Later today she is leaving for Manchester and a Premier League match on Sunday. She is sometimes a broadcaster but usually a reporter or host for the show. Starting later this spring/summer she will do Speedway. A new contract makes her the new face of Speedway reporting. Emma is also well known for being a huge Leeds UFC fan.

Paul was a bit embarrassed that he didn’t recognize Emma. He has mostly been following the Championship since his favorite team QPR plays in that division. But he occasionally watches the Premier League and is surprised that he doesn't remember Emma. Since she is gorgeous and exactly his type he would be very surprised if he had seen her before and not taken notice of her. A busty tall blonde is his thing and Emma certainly fits the bill. Especially with her beautiful smile with a lot of teeth he should have remembered seeing Emma on TV.

Emma on the other hand was almost thrilled that Paul didn’t recognize her. It was her look not her fame that attracted Paul to her. To Emma that made her night even better and she walked around naked in the kitchen with even more pride. As they had coffee together with a some omelette and a salad she continued to tease him about not recognizing her at all. Eventually Paul has to silence her with a long deep kiss. Emma didn’t mind being stopped that way at all.

The chemistry between them continued to be fantastic during the meal in the kitchen. They really get along very well. Emma is very easygoing and has a lovely sense of humor. She has the right balance between being a bit cocky and next being a complete sweetheart. It is obvious to Paul that she is smitten with him. All the fabulous sex with him has made Emma a happy and satisfied woman. For the first time in ages she is having outstanding sex. In the kitchen she constantly touches Paul and she is always interested in kissing him. A wonderful moment during the meal.

They decided to take an early bedtime and set the alarm very early. Emma has plans to figure out exactly how good Paul’s morning wood was.

The first gray light of morning is just starting to seep around the edges of Paul’s blinds when Emma wakes. She has set the alarm for five-thirty. But her body humming with a deep insistent hunger beat it by a good twenty minutes. She lays there for a while just watching Paul sleep. The steady rise and fall of his chest. The handsome relaxed lines of his face. But the memory of Paul’s promise of great morning wood and the feel of him pressed against her has become a physical ache Emma couldn't ignore.

So Emma slips down under the duvet, the sheets cool against her skin. The scent of them and sleep enveloping her. And there it is. Just as promised. Massive. Stone hard and fully erect. His fabulous cock lying heavy against Paul’s flat stomach. Also rising up quite the bit. In the dim light it looks like a piece of sculpture. The powerful lines and flushed sensitive skin. Her breathing gets deeper. Emma remembers feeling it inside of her of course. But seeing Paul’s huge morning wood like this in the quiet intimacy of morning, feels different. More reverent. Much more arousing.

Emma doesn’t hesitate. Her enormous lust as Paul put it is a live wire. She wants to taste him to learn Paul in this new way. Emma leans in, her long blonde hair spilling over his thighs. And she presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the huge tip. Paul shivers a low groan rumbling in his chest. That sound, sleepy and pleasure-filled, went straight to Emma’s core. Eagerly she start sucking his huge dick.

She takes Paul into her mouth slowly letting her tongue swirl around in a deliberate, worshipful circle around the broad sensitive head. The taste of Paul clean, musky, uniquely male floods her senses. It felt like an honor, honestly. To have this kind of power, this beauty, entrusted to her. To be the one to draw those sounds from Paul first thing in the morning. Emma hollows her cheeks, taking more of him. Her tongue continuing its lazy, torturous circles while her hand wrapped around the thick base.

“Good morning. Emma murmurs against Paul’s skin. The vibrations earning another delicious shudder from him.” I see you weren't exaggerating. This is… spectacular. And it’s all mine for the next hour.”

Emma pulls back just to look at Paul. Her blue eyes dark with desire and a hint of playful awe. “I’ve never done this with you before. I want to learn what makes you lose your mind. Tell me. Do you like it slow? Or do you want me to be greedy?”

Paul moans. It feels so good. Emma is very skilled. Maybe a combination of skill and just being very enthusiastic about her wonderful job makes her so good. He tells her.

“What a fabulous way to start the day Em. You don’t have to be greedy for a while. I prefer to have my huge cock head taken care of exactly the way you already are doing. So what are your plans after warming me up like this?”

Emma hums in approval against Paul’s skin. The vibration earning another low groan from him. Emma loves that sound. She loves that she can pull it from Paul with just her mouth. She continues to suck him and then stops and asks him.

“Exactly like this?” Emma murmurs her tongue is tracing the sensitive ridge beneath Paul’s huge head with deliberate slowness.” I can do that. All morning. But I have other plans for this magnificent cock, Paul.”

Emma lifts her head. Her thin sexy lips slick and glistening, and she crawl up Paul’s body moving with a deliberate, feline grace until she is straddling his chest. She leans downs her heavy round breasts brushing against him and she kisses him deeply. She is letting Paul taste himself on her tongue. She whispers to him.

“My plans involve you taking me. Hard. From behind.” Emma whisper it against Paul’s lips. Her voice is husky with need. “It’s my new favorite position. But you’re so big Paul. Huge. So I need to be warmed up. Properly.”

Emma shifts her gorgeous body slowly moving over Paul until her knees are on either side of his head. Her hips hovering just above his mouth. Emma looks back at Paul over her shoulder her blonde hair falling in a golden curtain. The view she is giving Paul is deliberate, open, and utterly submissive. She continues.

“So let’s warm each other up. Sixty-nine. You lick my pussy until I’m dripping and begging. And I’ll take care of this monster…. “She reaches back and wrap her hand around Paul’s thick shaft giving it a slow, firm stroke. “…until you’re so hard you can’t think of anything but being inside me. Deal?”

Emma lowers herself just enough so her wet swollen heat is a breath away from Paul’s mouth. She is waiting for the first touch of his tongue.

Paul grabs her hips and lowers her just a bit. Then his tongue starts licking her pussy. He sees her swollen labia lips up close. Beautiful pinkish color. Big juicy lips. He also uses his lips on her snatch. Emma starts moaning immediately. He can feel how aroused she is. He doesn’t wait. Right away he moves a finger gently up into her pussy. Deep immediately. Emma is certainly aroused.

The moment Paul’s hands grip her hips, a shiver of pure anticipation races down Emma’s spine. When he lower her that final inch and his tongue finds her a sharp, **** gasp tears from Emma’s throat. She feels the broad wet stroke of it right through her swollen lips. A jolt of electric pleasure that makes Emma’s thighs tremble on either side of Paul’s head. She can’t see his face, but she can feel his focus, Paul’s hunger, and it’s the most potent aphrodisiac she has ever known.

“Oh god, right there Paul.” Emma’s voice is a broken whisper. Her head is falling forward as she braces her hands on the mattress near his feet. Paul’s lips join his tongue sucking gently on her most sensitive flesh, and Emma moans long and low. Her hips are pushing back against his mouth instinctively. Paul has no idea how much Emma needs this. How empty she feels without him inside me.

Then Emma feels it. The gentle insistent press of Paul’s finger sliding into her wet pussy. Emma is so wet so ready that it glides in to the knuckle without the slightest resistance. A choked sob of pleasure escapes her. It’s not enough to fill the ache, but it’s a promise. A preview. And it makes her own task that much more urgent.

Emma’s own hunger for Paul is a physical ache in her jaw. It is deep pull in her core. Emma wants to swallow him whole. She shifts her body. She is lowering her mouth back to Paul’s huge throbbing cock. This time she doesn’t start with slow circles. Emma takes the broad weeping head into her mouth and sinks down. She using her hand to guide Paul. She is relaxing her throat as much as she can. Paul is so big that Emma feels a delicious strain. A stretching burn that makes her eyes water. But she doesn’t stop. Emma pushes further. Her nose finally brushing the coarse hair at Paul’s base.

Emma holds there for a second. She is letting Paul feel the constricting wet heat of her throat around him, letting herself feel the overwhelming fullness. Then Emma pulls back gasping for air. Her lips are slick and stretched.

“Fuck, you’re massive.” Emma rasps her voice is wrecked. She doesn’t wait for a reply. She dives back down setting a rhythm of deep purposeful strokes. Her hand is working in tandem with her mouth on the inches she can’t quite take. Her world narrows to the taste of Paul. The salty-sweet pre-come on Emma’s tongue and the heavy weight on it , the sounds of Paul’s pleasure and the wet filthy sounds of her own efforts. Emma can feel Paul’s hips giving tiny involuntary thrusts, and she hums in encouragement. The vibration making Paul curse.

All the while Paul’s mouth and finger are working magic on Emma. She is dripping her wetness coating his chin. Her moans growing louder more ragged. But Emma holds onto the edge with sheer **** of will. Not yet. Not yet.

Emma pulls off Paul again. She is breathing heavily and looking down the length of her body to meet his eyes. Her lips are swollen and her chin glistening. She tells him.

“You taste like my morning.” Emma tells Paul her voice is thick with desire. “And I’m not coming until you’re buried so deep in my pussy I forget my own name. Now make me beg for it. Use that clever tongue and make me forget everything but how much I need your huge cock.”

Paul moves another finger up into her wet pussy. He is stretching her out with his fingers. He needs to stretch her out more. His tongue continues to torment her pussy. But he has forgotten something. His tongue shifts and the tip of his tongue touches her swollen clitoris. Emma moans loudly when he starts licking and sucking on her clit.

The first touch of Paul’s tongue to Emma’s clit is like a lightning strike. A sharp, white-hot bolt of pure sensation that makes her entire body jerk. A ragged, broken cry tearing from her throat. Her hips buck hard against his mouth and Emma has to release Paul’s huge cock. Her head is falling forward as she gasps for air. Her fingers twisting in the sheets. Her words are coming out in between moans.

“Oh fuck, Paul… right there, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Emma’s words dissolve into a series of high breathy moans as Paul suck on the swollen hyper-sensitive clit. The combined stretch of his two fingers inside her and the relentless, focused attention on her clit is too much and not enough all at once. Emma feels the orgasm building. It is tight, hot coil low in her belly, threatening to snap.

But she doesn’t want to come like this. Not yet. Emma wants Paul inside her when she shatters. With a **** of will that feels superhuman Emma pulls her hips back. She is breaking the contact with Paul’s devastating mouth. She is panting, trembling her wet pussy clenching desperately around the empty space his fingers left.

“That’s… that’s enough warming up.” Emma manages to say it. Her voice is shaking. She turn her body, clumsy with need, and crawl off Paul. She doesn’t go far. Emma kneels on the bed beside Paul. Her body glistening with sweat. Her chest is heaving. She reaches out and wrap her hand around Paul’s huge cock again. She is stroking him firmly her blue eyes locked on his. She whispers to Paul.

“You’ve made me beg. I’m begging. Now I want you to ruin me.” Emma shifts onto her hands and knees. She is presenting herself to Paul. She is arching her back to offer him every inch. Emma looks back at him over her shoulder. Her expression one of raw open sexual hunger. Now she is firm when she talks.

“Take me from behind. And don’t be gentle. I want to feel every thick glorious inch. I want to feel it later today on the train. I want to remember who I belong to.”

Paul loves what he is hearing. Emma is ready and to put it mildly very willing. However Paul has a surprise for her this morning. He gets behind her and he slowly and steadily draws her backwards. She doesn’t quite understand. At the edge of the bed she needs to put her knees on the floor. Now Emma is in the perfect position. Her gorgeous ass on the edge of the bed while her upper body is resting on the bed. Fabulous sight for Paul.

Emma let out a soft confused gasp as Paul guide her backward. Her hands are scrambling for support on the duvet. When her knees hit the cool hardwood floor and her upper body sinks into the mattress Emma understands. The angle is exquisite. Emma’s juicy ass is perfectly presented. It is high and open at the edge of the bed. Her back arched in a deep **** curve. She can feel the cool air on her wet exposed flesh. A shudder of pure anticipation runs through Emma. She talks lyrically.

“Oh, you clever man. Emma is breathing. Her sexy voice is muffled by the bedding. “This is… perfect. You can see everything. You can take everything. The angle must be exactly the right one.”

Emma pushes her hips back. She is offering herself even more. Her fingers are clutching at the sheets. The position makes her feel utterly claimed. She is beautifully displayed just for Paul’s pleasure. Emma turn her head to the side and is catching a glimpse of Paul standing behind her. Paul with his huge cock in his hand, and her mouth waters.

“Don’t make me wait, Paul. I’m so empty. Fill me. Please.” She is pleading with Paul.

Paul gets behind Emma on the floor. She is totally open for him. Displayed just for his pleasure. He looks up at her beautiful face and she only looks super aroused and not **** at all. Emma has the perfect ass. Truly gorgeous. As on the previous occasion Paul starts licking her ass cheek. Her left buttock is getting licked from the bottom up to the top. Her skin is smooth and the taste is first class.

The slow wet stripe of Paul’s tongue up the curve of Emma’s left buttock makes her gasp. Her back now arching even further. The sensation is so intimate, so deliberately worshipful, it steals her breath away. Paul is not just taking. He is savoring. And god, does it make Emma feel worshipped.

Emma pushes her back against Paul’s mouth. A soft needy sound escaping her. She needs to talk to Paul. She needs him to change. “You're teasing me now. And I love it. I love that you want to taste every part of me. But Paul.” Emma looks back at Paul her eyes dark and pleading. “I'm dripping onto your floor. I need you inside me more than I need my next breath.”

Emma reaches a hand back. She is blindly searching for Paul’s huge dick. Her fingers only brushing his thigh. “Please. I'm begging you. Claim what's yours.”

Paul isn’t complying right away. He licks her right ass cheeks from the bottom up to the top. He quickly licks her soaking wet pussy to. Then he uses her wetness to lubricate his huge cock. Really lubs his dick with her moisture. He puts his huge cock head in between her swollen pussy lips. Then he stops and looks up at Emma. He tells her.

“Once again you and I renew our contract of seeing each other again as I once again fuck you raw. No condom for us anymore.” Then Paul start pushing. His first thrusts is almost brutal. Finally he is claiming her the way she wants. He knows she wants to be taken by storm. So good to be back in her delicious pussy.

The sudden brutal thrust of Paul’s huge cock pushing past Emma’s swollen lips and burying itself deep inside her punches the air from her lungs. A sharp, guttural scream tears from her throat. Her fingers are clawing at the sheets as she is stretched out to a breathtaking perfect fullness. The feeling of Paul raw and huge and claiming her so completely is almost too much to bear. A little bit surprisingly she talks loudly.

“Yes!” Emma gasps out. Her voice is strained with pleasure and the overwhelming sensation. “The contract is renewed. Fuck me raw. Always. No one else. Just you.”

Emma pushes back against Paul. She is meeting his next deep punishing thrusts with a **** roll of her hips. The wet slapping sound of our bodies joining fills the room. Emma is already so close. The coil Paul wound tight with his tongue is ready to snap.

“Harder, Paul. Don't hold back. I want to feel you in my soul.” She is very enthusiastic.

Emma is struggling mightily but she tries to keep up a good face. Paul is stretching her out beyond her control. However she eagerly meets his powerful hard thrusts. As she is grimacing she also quickly is getting close. A wonderful combination of pleasure and pain. Finally Paul gets balls deep. In all the way to the thick shaft. In to the hilt.

The moment Paul sinks balls deep hilting himself inside Emma with a final devastating thrust she lets out a choked sob. Her entire body goes rigid. Emma’s vision is blurring at the edges. Paul is so deep Emma can feel him in a place no one else has ever touched. It’s a perfect, burning stretch that borders on pain, and it’s the most exquisite thing she has ever felt.

Emma can’t continue to keep up a good face. Her expression is pure unguarded ecstasy. Her mouth is open and her eyes screwed shut with tears of overwhelming sensation pricking at the corners. Emma is completely at Paul’s mercy impaled and trembling.

“Don’t move.” Emma begs. Her voice is a shattered whisper. “Just stay there. Let me feel all of you. I need a short break. You are so huge.” Emma is overwhelmed as she speaks.

For a few heartbeats Emma does stand still. She feels the thick pulsing heat of Paul buried to the root. The coarse hair of his pelvis pressed against her skin. The absolute fullness that makes her own breath feel shallow. Then the need for movement becomes an ache Emma can’t ignore. She commands Paul.

“Now fuck me” Emma gasps as she is pushing back against Paul. “Fuck me until I can’t remember my own name.”

Paul immediately starts pounding Emma. Her delicious pussy feels perfect. The position is amazing. He leans forward and starts dominating her completely. He forces her hard into the mattress. When Emma enthusiastically raises her ass up pure magic happens. It feels so damn good for both of them. Paul drives even deeper and now he hits her cervix with his huge cock head.

The moment Paul lean forward and forcing Emma deeper into the mattress a new wave of dominance washes over her. It’s crushing its possessive, and Emma surrenders to it completely. Then, when she raise her ass up, meeting Paul’s thrusts with everything she has the angle shifts and Paul hits her cervix.

A sharp, electric jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure-pain rockets through Emma’s core. Her cry is ragged torn from somewhere primal. It’s not a hurt. It’s a conquest. Paul huge cock is reaching a depth that feels both terrifying and sacred. Emma screams out.

“Yes!” Emma gasps. Her world is breaking on a moan. “Right there! Don’t stop!”

Every subsequent thrust that lands there sends a shockwave through Emma’s body. Her thoughts dissolve into pure sensation. The wet rhythmic slaps of their joining, the smell of sex and sweat, the feel of Paul hands gripping her hips, guiding her owning her. The orgasm that was building now roars toward Emma unstoppable.

“I’m going to come. Emma warns Paul. Her voice is shaking barely coherent. “I’m going to come so hard for you. Please, don’t stop. Fill me up. Mark me.”

Emma is close to coming. Fabulous. Paul loves to feel her come. He encourages her more. As he continues to pound her cervix hard he start talking to her.

“Em come for me. Squirt on my huge cock. I will continue to fuck you hard during your orgasm. Prepare yourself for that. I will not slow down. Prepare yourself for many more orgasms this morning. On the train to Manchester later today you will feel me the whole time in your sore pussy. I own you completely. Come for me Em.”

Paul’s words growled against Emma’s ear as he pound into her hard are the final trigger. The promise of being fucked through her orgasm. The promise of being marked and felt for hours after. That obliterates the last shred of Emma’s control.

“I’m coming!” Emma screams. Her body convulsing around Paul as the climax detonates. It’s not gentle. It’s a violent, shuddering release that makes her vision whiten. Emma feels a hot gush of fluid, her own and the thought of squirting for Paul of giving him everything, only intensifies the waves of pleasure. It is a massive orgasm for Miss Jones. He even start howling as the powerful orgasm hit her very hard.

And Paul doesn’t slow down. He keeps pounding. Paul’s huge cock driving into her spasming sensitive pussy. Each hard thrust sending fresh dizzying shocks through Emma’s already shattered system. She is sobbing. Her body is limp and pliant completely surrendered to Paul’s relentless pace.

Again Emma chokes out. She is already feeling another orgasm building on the heels of the first. It is fueled by Paul’s unwavering stamina and the deep possessive ache of his possession. “Make me come again Paul. I want to be ruined.” Emma pleads again.

Paul continues to pound her viscously hard during her orgasm. Her pussy tightens up significantly and it feels amazing. He can’t believe how much he loves fucking Emma. He needs to hold her huge boobs. He manages to slide his hands under her body and he can grab her huge breasts. They are flattened by the pressure but he kneads them hard. Squeezes them. He kneads them like he is making dough.

The feel of Paul’s hands squeezing and kneading Emma’s breasts, her big jubblies even flattened against the mattress, sends another jolt of raw possessive pleasure straight to her core. It’s a claiming that goes beyond her pussy. It is a total domination of her body. Emma cries out the sound is muffled by the sheets. Her hips are pushing back to meet each vicious thrust.

The second orgasm hits Emma almost immediately. It is a deeper rolling wave that wrings a guttural moan from her throat. Emma’s pussy clenches and flutters around Paul. She is milking his huge cock and begging for his release. Another powerful orgasm and Emma starts shaking. Emma is a mess of sensation completely undone, existing only for the feel of Paul using her.

When the intensity finally recedes to a trembling aftershock Emma is panting. She is drenched in sweat. Her gorgeous body is utterly spent. But Emma can feel Paul still hard and pounding and she knows that Paul is not done. A slow satisfied smile touches her lips even in her wrecked state. She almost screams at Paul.

“Don’t you dare stop. Emma manages to tell Paul. Her voice is hoarse. “I want to feel you come inside me. I want to carry it with me all day. Give it to me, Paul. Fill me up.”

Emma’s second orgasm is a huge surprise for Paul. That one he didn’t anticipate. He feels proud of his ability to make her come. God knows how many orgasms she has got in the last 12 hours. He continues to pound her delicious tight pussy. He can feel that his is getting closer himself and he just loves fucking Emma. The perfect body with an enormous sexual appetite. She just loves his huge cock. Her willingness to fuck hard is outstanding. She just can’t get enough. Dare he think about Emma as the perfect slut.

The feel of Paul still pounding into Emma hard and relentless even after her second shattering climax sends a thrill of pure admiration mixed with **** need through Emma’s exhausted body. She can feel Paul’s huge cock slick with her own wetness is still driving deep with every thrust. The knowledge that Paul hasn’t come yet that he has this incredible stamina is both infuriating and intoxicating. Emma wants his release. She needs to feel Paul lose control because of her. Emma needs to be the one who finally breaks Paul’s legendary composure.

With a low determined sound Emma shift her weight. She is pushing her hips back to meet Paul even more forcefully. Her hand snakes between her own trembling thighs. Her fingers are searching until they find the heavy tight sac of Paul’s balls. Emma cups them gently at first feeling the incredible heat and weight of them knowing they're full and ready. Then as Paul slams into Emma again she squeezes. She squeezes not hard enough to hurt but with a firm possessive pressure that she knows Paul loves.

“Come on, Paul. Emma gasps. Her voice is ragged and breathless against the rumpled sheets. Emma can feel how close Paul is. She can feel him throbbing inside her. “Don't hold back. Give it to me. I want to feel you flood me, I want to feel you claim me so completely that I'll remember it with every step I take today.”

Emma tightens her internal muscles around Paul’s huge shaft. It is a deliberate milking pulse even as her hand continues to knead and squeeze his big balls. Emma tilts her hips and is changing the angle just slightly. She is hoping to find that spot that will unravel Paul. Her own body is humming with oversensitivity. But the driving need to make Paul come overrides everything else. Emma is completely focused on Paul. She loves the way he pounds her hard but she desperately wants him to come.

Paul just continues with his furious tempo. His pounding is relentless. Over and over again he squeezes her jubblies. He kneads her huge knockers. He is getting closer. Paul’s cock is stone hard but now he is getting close. He whispers to Emma.

“Let’s come together Em. You first Em. Your clamping pussy will make me come hard.”

Paul then starts rubbing her clit. Really rubs it. He also continues to pound her delicious pussy deep. Extremely deep. Her cervix receives a hard beating. When he rubs her sweet spots on her clit the ending is near.

The sudden rough circle of Paul’s thumb on Emma’s swollen oversensitive clit is the final exquisite ****. A broken **** sound tears from her throat. She was already hovering on the edge again. Now this the dual **** of Paul’s relentless pounding and that precise ruthless friction tips Emma over instantly.

Emma’s third orgasm isn't a wave it's a detonation. Her entire body seizes. Her back arching sharply as a raw guttural scream is ripped from her. The massive and brutal orgasm hits her hard. Emma shakes and screams. Her pussy clenches around Paul in violent rhythmic spasms. She is clamping down on Paul’s thick shaft with a **** that feels involuntary primal. Emma starts shaking violently. However she fight on for Paul.

“Now, Paul!” Emma screams the words are barely audible. “Come with me! Fill me up!”

The feel of Emma’s tight convulsing heat around Paul’s huge cock is clearly the trigger he needed. Emma feels Paul swell even larger inside her. A deep, throbbing pulse. Then the hot sudden rush of Paul’s release.

Paul start shooting out sperm into the warm snatch. He spray paints the pussy walls with her seed. The semen floods Emma. In wave after wave Paul continues to pump out sperm and his claiming is so profound it brings fresh tears to Emma’s eyes. Paul’s grind is deep hilting himself as he empties every last drop. His own groan of release a raw beautiful sound in Emma’s ear.

They collapse together onto the bed. A tangled sweaty spent heap. Paul’s weight on top of Emma is crushing and perfect. She can feel his heart hammering against her back, in time with her own.

For a long moment there is only the sound of their ragged breathing. Emma feels utterly completely ruined in the best possible way.

“You're going to kill me Paul. Emma finally whispers. Her voice is hoarse and spent. “And I'm going to die the happiest woman alive.”

Emma twist her head. She is nuzzling against Paul’s cheek. She can feel him leaking out of her already. She continues to whisper softly. “I'm going to be thinking about that all through my pre-match interviews. You've completely spoiled me for anyone else, Paul Andersson. Completely spoiled me. I belong to you Paul.”

Paul and Emma need’s a very long time to recuperate. They are both completely exhausted. Paul kisses her neck and he whispers to Emma.

“Em you are amazing. Fucking you is very exhausted but my goodness you can truly fuck. Your strong body is just perfect for me. But darling tomorrow on national television I want a gesture from you that only I and I can understand. For example when you mention a player named Paul look directly into the camera. Just do something special for me Em. Surely you can do that small but at the same time big gesture for me. For your lover.”

A slow wicked smile spreads across Emma’s lips at your whispered request. Emma shifts slightly beneath Paul feeling the evidence of his passion begin to cool on her thighs. Emma turn her head further catching Paul’s eye. Her gaze heavy-lidded and sated.

“You want a secret, just for us? On national television?” Emma lets out a soft breathy laugh. “You're a dangerous man Paul and I like it.” Emma answers Paul and she is thrilled about his idea for a small gesture.

“I can do that.” Emma presses a soft kiss to Paul’s jaw. “When I mention a certain player. I will look right down the lens. And I'll bite my lower lip, just like this.”Emma demonstrates a slow deliberate capture of her lip between her teeth.” That's our signal. That's me, on live TV, thinking about how thoroughly you just fucked me.

Emma snuggles back against Paul. Her body is humming with satisfaction. She continues “It's a deal. But it's going to make sitting through that press conference absolute ****. All I'll be able to think about is getting back here.”

Paul kisses Emma’s cheek. She is still red on her cheek after the vigorous performance. He tells her.

“Em yes just our own secret signal. But biting your beautiful lip is not enough for me. Bring up a player from the past. Take Paul Gascoigne for example. It should be easy to bring him up. Why not pronounce Paul like you really mean me. Say Paul super sexy. Maybe if you are more daring Em adjust your big boobs simultaneously or something like that. More explicit but only for me to understand.”

A low, throaty laugh escapes Emma as she consider Paul’s suggestion. Her quick mind is already racing with the possibilities. Emma shifts turning fully in Paul’s arms to face him. She is tracing a lazy finger down your chest. She continues.

“Paul Gascoigne? Emma says letting his name linger on her tongue with deliberate heated weight. “Oh, I can work with that. 'Paul... Gascoigne... had such impact on the game.' I'll say it just like that. Slow. Meaningful. And my hand will drift up as if adjusting my mic, and I'll let my fingers brush just once, very deliberately, over the top button of my blouse. Like I am starting to undress for you.”

Emma’s eyes hold Paul’s dark with promise. “That's your signal. That's me on live TV, telling you I can still feel you inside me. And that I can't wait for you to ruin this blouse later.” A very happy Emma has decided what to do and she tells Paul her answer.

Paul kisses her. Kisses her gently and softly. He then tells her.

“That’s my Em. Fantastic. I will watch the stupid Manchester game tomorrow for the first time with a hunger that only you can understand Em.”

Emma prop herself up on an elbow looking down at Paul. Her expression shifting from sated to something more tender, more real. The playful flirty mask softens around the edges. She tells him sincerely.

“You know Paul that stupid Manchester game is going to have my full professional attention. But you're right. There will be a hunger underneath it. A different kind of focus. “Emma leans down and kisses Paul. A slow and deep tasting them both on his lips. “My focus and hunger is you Paul. That part of me is always yours.”

Emma settles back against the pillows. The practical world is beginning to intrude. Emma glances at the clock on the nightstand and lets out a soft groan. She tells Paul.

“ I have a train to catch in two hours. And I need to shower. Thoroughly. Though part of me wants to keep you with me just like this.” Emma runs her hand over Paul’s chest. A hint of the earlier tease returning. “Care to join me? We can see if that legendary stamina of yours extends to the hot water supply.”

Paul takes a moment to respond. He is tempted but he declines the invitation. He gently touches the tip of her lovely nose. Paul loves her sexy imperfection. Emma knows that by now and she loves it. He then answers Emma.

“Em you are insatiable. But I think you should shower alone. You don’t realize it but you have a look of a woman who has been fucked for days. If we get going in the shower you will miss the train. As tempted as I am no Miss Jones you need to shower alone.”

A mock pout forms on Emma’s thin lips. But her blue eyes sparkle with amusement. Emma gives Paul’s chest a light playful shove. She tells him.

“You're probably right. I do feel thoroughly... well-used. In the best possible way.“ Emma stretches languidly. A contented sigh escaping her as she feels the pleasant aches in new places. “And you're a cruel man to point it out. Leaving me to shower alone with only the memory of you.”

Emma swings her long slender legs over the side of the bed wincing slightly as she stands. She walks naked toward the bathroom. She is throwing a glance back at Paul over her shoulder. Her expression is turning wicked. She continues to talk.

“Just remember, you're the one who sent me to Manchester in this state. Don't be surprised if my analysis is a little... distracted. All that impact talk will have a very specific visual in my head.”

Paul is delighted with her visual comparison. He tells her as he admires her gorgeous body and lust for her fabulous derrière.

“Talk about being distracted Em did you really need to stand up naked to say that. I can’t hardly remember what you said. You have a gorgeous body Em. Love your juicy ass. I am starting to regret my decision not to join you. Really regret. “

Emma stops at the bedroom doorway. She is turning fully to face Paul. She is leaning against the frame with a deliberate unhurried grace. She lets Paul look. Lets him see the marks his hands left on her hips the flush still coloring my skin. A slow, knowing smile spreads across her beautiful face. Emma tells Paul.

“Regret is a beautiful thing, Paul. It makes the next time even sweeter.” Emma runs a hand slowly down her own side from her ribs to her thigh. She is tracing the curve Paul just worshipped. Emma continues .“You'll have to live with the memory of this view until I'm back. And you'll have to watch me on TV knowing exactly what I'm thinking about when I mention that certain player's impact.”

“Now be a good boy and don't follow me.” Emma winks her tone is light but her beautiful blue eyes are holding a serious promise. “Because if you do I won't make it to Manchester and then our little secret signal will be wasted. And I really want to give you that signal.”

“I'll call you tomorrow after the match. Maybe you can tell me what you thought of my performance.”With a final lingering look Emma step away and then enters the bathroom and she closes the door. She is leaving Paul with the image and the anticipation.

Paul realizes that he needs to see her as soon as he possibly can when Emma returns to London. He gets up from the bed and walks to the bathroom door. He knocks on it and when he is certain that Emma hear him he asks her still with the door locked.

“Emma I am looking forward to seeing our special sign on TV. I would really look forward to it if I knew you were coming back here on Tuesday evening.”

From behind the bathroom door Emma lets out a single jubilant scream of pure unadulterated happiness. It's not a word but it's the clearest answer Paul could get. If Paul could see Emma he would see her smiling so wide her rosy cheeks hurt.

The shower starts a moment later. The sound of the water a cheerful final punctuation to Emma’s wordless yes.