After Prom Fun (2/2)

I stared up at her. “What?”

She grinned. “You didn’t honestly expect me to have all the fun tonight, did you?” Spreading my legs, she lowered herself between them. “We might not be having sex, but I’m certainly not having you go home without at least getting a blowjob.”

Considering the incredible orgasm I’d had a moment ago, I wasn’t sure I would be able to get up again.

Boy, was I wrong.

Emma was good. Damn good. It helped that she could read me like a book. Every little thing she did got some sort of feedback. The things I liked—such as her slowly running her tongue along the underside of my cock while making eye contact—were eventually repeated. Unlike when she was with Ryan, she seemed to be taking her time with me; savoring the experience. And what an experience it was. Staring down into those blue eyes of hers with my cock in her mouth was something else.

She was driving me crazy. One moment, she would be sending me to the moon. The next, she would slow down, teasing me with the promise of more. I was at her mercy. She would get me close, then let the pressure fall away. Over and over. No matter how much I begged her—pleaded with her—she never gave me the release I desperately craved.

Until she did.

It was like a command. When she wanted me to cum, my body instantly delivered. Shuddering and moaning her name, whatever was left in the tank went into her waiting throat as she sucked me dry.

Completely spent, I flopped back onto the bed.

“Holy. Shit.” I gasped.

Wiping her mouth, she used my legs to hoist herself up before taking a seat on the bed. “I take it you enjoyed it?”

“That was the single greatest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“So far,” she said with a knowing chuckle.

“Tonight was amazing.”

Before she could answer, the door opened and Ryan came out. Seeing us, he froze as if remembering we were there.

“Shit. Uh… Do you still need some time?”

I noticed Emma’s eyes drift downward. He was still naked and wasn’t covering himself with the towel, more focused on drying his hair.

“We’re good,” I answered, giving Emma’s side a poke. Wrinkling her nose, she stuck her tongue out at me.

“We should probably shower too,” she said as she stood.

“We?”

“Yeah,” she said, gesturing to the front of her. “You helped make the mess, therefore you should help clean it up. Only fair.”

“Can’t argue with that logic,” I chuckled as I got up. I was a bit of a mess, not having completely undressed. I regretted that now, seeing how I had smeared a bit of cum over the front of my tux. Shit. Good thing I bought it instead of renting one.

“I’m going to head out then,” Ryan said as I was struggling to untangle myself from my clothes.

“Okay,” I said as I managed to get my pants off. “Thanks for, uh…” Fucking my girlfriend, my mind finished. There was no polite or proper way to say that.

He smiled. “No worries.” He ran his eyes over Emma as she passed. There was a sway in her hips as she moved, no doubt an incentive for me to hurry my damn self up. “Always a pleasure, Emma.”

“Mm-hm.” She paused at the door to the bathroom. “This rate, I’ll be cleaning up alone…”

“Hold—on…” Tossing the last of my clothes on the bed, I rushed after her.

“Have fun you two!” Ryan said with a laugh as I closed the door behind me. The room was still steamy from Ryan’s shower and Emma had the water on already. There was a cup on the sink, which she used to rinse her mouth before joining me under the water. It felt a bit cramped and the water was rather weak. It meant I had to get in close if I wanted any hope of getting water on me.

Not giving her much choice in the matter, I was right up against her, my lips on her neck as I held her close.

“You are insatiable,” she groaned, doing nothing to stop me.

“Can’t help it. You are irresistible.”

“And we are supposed to be cleaning up.”

“We are,” I said before resuming my attack at her neckline. Reaching up, I began to run my hands over her. There wasn’t a lot of space to move since I didn’t want to let up on my kisses, but I made due. My hand rubbed at her chest as water ran over us. Her arms rested against my shoulders as I explored her body. Switching to the other side of her neck, my hands began to go lower. I enjoyed the sounds of her heavy breathing as I worked.

This wasn’t an effective cleaning method. At all. It wasn’t the point. We were both lost in the sensuality of the moment, enjoying each other’s touch. Maybe it was a bit one-sided with Emma getting so much attention, but I didn’t see it that way at all. If I hadn’t been dragging my feet on the sex thing, we would both be back in the room screwing each other’s brains out. With sex off the table, this was our way of reconnecting.

It was a hard feeling to describe. I needed this, and she picked up on that need. I couldn’t let her go thinking of him. I wasn’t jealous of Ryan having sex with her. Far from it. He had pleasured her in a way only he could and I wanted her to have those unique experiences. Now that she had, there was a drive in me that wanted to replace it all with my own. Remind her that even though I wanted her to have those experiences with other guys, it was me who would smother her as no other man could even touch on. Pleasure and lust were one thing, but the emotional connection we had couldn’t be touched.

As my fingers found their way between her legs, the revelation hit me rather suddenly as I shared a deep gaze into her eyes.

I loved her.

All this time, neither of us had ever said it, but I knew it was true. As my fingers found their way inside her, seeing the expression she made, I never felt it more strongly than I did at this moment.

I loved Emma.

The way she smiled. Laughed. Teased me. How she looked when she was with another man. The way we could just be sitting there in silence, enjoying the presence of the other. Little moments. Big moments. Flaws and all. I loved her.

She winced, causing me to freeze. “Not so rough,” she whispered. I felt her hand touch mine, eyes never leaving mine. Her words reminded me that this was actually the first time doing this. Suddenly self-conscious, the confidence I had wavered. She had a patient smile as her hand continued to rest on mine. “Like that,” she said as my fingers began moving again.

Emma never once looked away as she calmly guided my actions, telling me exactly how to pleasure her. More of this. Less of that. Rub here. I followed her instructions to the letter. No idea how long it was. My hand hurt like hell and the water had cooled. Neither stopped me. I needed to see it. Her instruction had ended long ago, enjoyment replacing the serious instructor that had guided me until now. Eyes closed, she submerged herself into the pleasure I gave her. Me. Not Ryan. Not anyone else.

She didn’t have the loud, wild orgasm he had given her. This was a much more collected affair. I knew I’d accomplished my goal though. The way her body shivered. How her expression sharpened and her lips pressed tightly together. The single whisper of my name.

Breathing a bit harder than normal, she opened her eyes and looked at me. It was as if the entire world had cooled—and not just from the cold water falling on us. I felt…satisfied. Tonight hadn’t turned out anything like I expected, but I wouldn’t have changed it for anything.

“We really need to get cleaned up for real,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” I said, matching her volume.

Before I could back away, her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me into a kiss. She didn’t say anything more. The look she gave me expressed more than words ever could.