Chapter 4

When he reached the bedroom, he found Emily lying seductively on the bed. As he undressed, he took in the sight, burning it to memory. There was not an ounce of fat on her body. Her breasts were perky and larger than he’d thought. But it was the lack of hair between her legs that surprised him.

She saw where he was staring and grinned. “Apparently, it’s all the rage now. Do you like it?” she asked.

He nodded, “Very much.”

She opened her legs a little and slowly slid her hand down her body, letting her fingers caress her folds. Her eyes were fixed on him, his toned chest, those strong arms and the bulge in his groin.

AJ undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor. He took a few steps closer to the bed, then slipped his boxers off. His erection sprang free, thick and hard, with pulsing veins and a drop of clear fluid on the tip. Emily’s eyes were wide, her mouth open, her heart beating faster and faster.

He climbed on the bed and straddled her legs, then bent down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him, falling heavily into their embrace. The hairs on his chest pressed down on her bare breasts, brushing against her skin, sending pulsing waves through her body.

Then a thought entered her mind.

Should I tell him? Does he need to know? It’s too late now…

The hesitation she sensed from him in the kitchen had long since departed. Their pace and urgency quickened, hands roamed over bare flesh and his erection was pushing on her body, demanding attention. She was about to try to reach down and stroke it, but he suddenly broke off their kiss and sat up.

He took hold of her ankles and gently pulled them apart, spreading her wide. Emily looked up at him as he knelt there between her legs, his cock standing proud.

This is my last chance…tell him now or…

But the sight of him bearing down on her was too much; she didn’t dare speak. Nothing could stop him now. Nor did she want it to. A moment later, his cock was pressing at her entrance. She held her breath and dug her nails into his back, without knowing she was doing it. Then it happened…he slipped effortlessly inside her.

She gasped, whimpered and tried to call out his name, but managed only a tiny yelp as he withdrew and then plunged inside her. She became a passenger along for the ride, giving herself entirely over to him. Time was an abstract concept. Had it been seconds? Minutes? She didn’t know. The world didn’t exist; there was nothing but the feeling of him inside her. She was so intently focused she could feel the heat of his cock and the pulsing and throbbing as he stretched her with strokes that ventured ever deeper.

Her eyes shut tight and she held onto him as if her life depended on it, desperately seeking to press every inch of her body against his. The waves of ecstasy were almost painfully acute. Her mind was as lost as her body as she shivered and writhed beneath him. And just when she thought she had gone as far as it was humanly possible, he burst, buried in her depths as he unleashed his load.

In her mind, she pictured waves of hot fluid flooding her every crevice as he pumped his seed into her. She wailed and yelled uncontrollably, gasping for air and holding onto him with the last of her dwindling energy.

When at last he was empty and had no more to give, his weight fell onto her and then they held each other tight, panting and sweating, dizzy and tingling.

For a long time, there were no words. They just lay there, basking in the afterglow. Emily had her head resting on his shoulder, absent-mindedly running her fingers through his chest hair.

“Was I okay?” she asked meekly.

He thought for a second, then said, “How do you mean?”

“Did I do it properly?”

He touched a finger lightly to her chin, lifting her face towards his. “Was that your first time?”

She buried her face against his neck and nodded.

“You should have told me,” he said, almost annoyed.

“Why? Would you have done it differently?”

“Yes.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you. And you never answered my question.”

He kissed the top of her neck. “You were perfect.”