During!

‘During,’ you say decisively. Emma quirks an eyebrow at you.

‘Oh, really? And how’s that supposed to work? What about breath control?’

‘What about it?’ You stare back at her, smiling. ‘You’re a trained singer, aren’t you? All those songs in Beauty and the Beast?’

Emma looks exasperated, but doesn’t stop sliding her fingers up and down your cock. ‘Yes, but that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You need to be able to breathe to do that, and I, well…’

You complete the sentence for her. ‘Not sure you can hit the high notes while I’m ramming my cock inside you?’

Emma gives you a dirty look. ‘Always the gentleman. But yes.’

‘I dare you,’ you say, enjoying the momentary look of disbelief on Emma’s face. ‘Consider it a challenge. Ride me, while you sing to me, and if you make me cum inside you, I promise I won’t go downstairs and ask for Ariana’s room number.’

Emma shakes her head, part-outraged, part-amused. ‘You’re a real piece of work, do you know that?’

You nod happily. ‘So? Are you going to back down?’

‘Fine.’ Emma exhales heavily. ‘I’ll try, just to wipe that smirk off your face – but I’m making no promises, all right!’ She eyes your cock uncertainly. ‘I’m not saying this to boost your already-insufferable ego, but… that is a large fucking penis, and I’m not at all sure I can sing properly with that pushed inside me.’

‘It’ll be interesting to find out,’ you tell her. Emma just shakes her head.

‘Come on, then. Lie back…’