Back to It; Emma, Part 5

Making love to Emma, like Sabrina asked you to, proved a bit of an issue only because Emma wanted to be in control.

That wasn’t necessarily a problem, it just meant that you spent a lot more time as a living dildo for the next twenty or so minutes than you did making love.

You and Emma made out for a little while first as she used trial and error to figure out what sort of hip movements did the most for her like that, and the most for you. There was a lot of soft grunting in thought as she tried different things, but the little whimper and moan when she raised her hips too high and your cock popped out of her was cute as hell. She managed to reach between you to pull it back into position and sat back down on it with a satisfied sigh.

Then she pulled her lips from yours, moving into more of a forward lean than a forward press, resting her arms on your chest as she went through all of her trial and error movement at a slightly different angle. The only real difference was that you were able to look her in the eye and watch her vacillate between intensity and what seemed like stoic boredom. This round was shorter than the first, and the next one shorter than that as she went up to using her hands to brace against your chest instead of her forearms.

Once she was up on her hands she had more leverage to work with and found more movements she liked. You also had much better access to her front and teased your hands up and down her tight little stomach, her cute breasts and down her sides to her ass.

“Having fun?” you asked quietly.

“Having sex,” she murmured.

“Emma,” you said, sliding your hands back up her sides. She stopped her methodical movements and looked into your eyes again. “This doesn’t have to be the only time we have sex, and if it’s not with me then I’m sure you can try stuff out with whoever you decide to have sex with in the future. You don’t need to do everything right now.”

She let out a breath and shook her head. “Is that a pro tip?”

“Yes, it is,” you chuckled.

“Fine,” she said. “Then what should I be doing?”

“Sit up straight,” you said, and she did. Her long, skinny torso looked fantastic leading up to the swell of her breasts, her tight tummy flexing as she arched her back a little bit in a stretch before sitting ramrod straight. You slid a hand up from her bald mound to the centre of her stomach, then higher to between her breasts. “Remember how compliments are better if you let them come naturally?”

She just arched an eyebrow in response, her face having gone stoic again.

“You have an amazing, sexy body,” you said. “The curve of your hips and waist, the perfect swell of your tits with their cute little nipples that make me want to suck on them again. Your belly button and tight abs. Your graceful shoulders and neck.”

“Thank you,” she murmured softly, her expression not changing but a little colour rising to her cheeks.

“Do the thing,” you suggested.

“The thing?”

“The thing that turns you on.”

Now her stoic expression broke as she looked at you in confusion, so you sat up and slid your hand up from the middle of the chest to wrap around the side of her neck, pulling her closer to you until you kissed her softly, tilting her head until you finally trailed kisses up her jaw to her ear.

“You’re an exhibitionist, right? You like to show off and be slutty for guys to look at. You like knowing they’re getting off looking at you. Sex doesn’t stop that, it just makes it more personal and way sluttier,” you murmured into her ear. You paused and sucked her earlobe softly. “You’re hot shit, Emma. Tight, sexy and gorgeous. Feel that.”

You pulled away, falling to your back again and putting your arms behind your head. She was looking at you with a new intensity, her eyelids hooded as she chewed on the inside of her lip and her brow furrowed just slightly. Then, slowly, she adjusted her stance from sitting on her knees while straddling you to balancing on the balls on her feet. This let her spread her knees wide, opening up your visual and showing off a bit more of her pussy with her thick clit hood and puffy folds.

She reached for your hands and you gave them to her, and using them for balance she started to bounce straight up and down on your cock in slow squats. “You like that, John?” she asked. “You like watching me ride you?”

“Mmm,” you grunted softly, taking in a deep breath.

She started to add some hip rotation, working you more, and her eyes fluttered a little as a jolt of pleasure went through her. “You like watching my tight teen twat take your big cock?”

“It looks fantastic,” you sighed.

She let go of one of your hands and reached down to where you were connected, then used her fingers to spread her pussy lips lewdly, showing off where your cock was actually pushing into her. “You took this,” she said with a raspy voice. “Your cock is the only cock that’s ever been inside this pink little pussy. Is it a pretty pink pussy?”

“Very pretty,” you groaned. “Show me more. God, show me more.”

She grinned, just a little, and let go of your other hand to lean back away from you and brace her hand on the bed between your legs. Her other hand remained at her pussy, spreading herself as she showed off. “You like that, John? You like seeing your big, thick cock penetrating my pretty pink pussy? Ploughing my fertile little cunt?”

Your moan was wordless, and it took effort to keep your eyes open instead of closing them in pleasure. She got off on being watched so you couldn’t deny her that. “Your stuffed little slot looks stupendously sexy,” you said, playing into her alliteration games.

Her smile was real and genuine, and you finally felt like you were getting towards that goal of making her first time special.

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