Finish on her breasts

"I want to cum on your breasts," you tell her, somehow managing to realize that the request should be considered awkward given the relationship's nascent stage. Emily puts the head of your cock in her mouth and grins around you.

"Are you sure you don't want my mouth again?" she asks after pulling off. You grin. "And, John, you can call them tits," she adds with a giggle. She makes a show of putting your cock between the perky globes on her chest and pushing them around you. "It's so big... my little boobs can't touch around your big cock, baby," she breathes. Some intellectual part of your mind is punched in the mouth when it tries to inform you it's more that her breasts aren't really that big. Instead, your brain focuses on the effort she's making in pushing her pert breasts around your (very) hard shaft. They don't touch. "Should I try to fuck you with them anyway?" she asks, but even before she's finished asking, her chest is gliding up and down your cock. Her nipples are hard as she pushes her tits together. The sensation is wonderful, but Emily is obviously enjoying her verbal control and the tease she's come up with.

"Is that okay? I'm so much better at sucking you than... this," she moans, though she never slows the pace of her movements. "Would you rather I suck you off? Or are you really into these tits?" You reach down and push her hands tighter against her breasts. Her firm tits flatten a bit between her hands and your cock, and you watch her face turn from an expectant stare to a grin of pleasure and triumph. "You do like smashing them, don't you?" she whispers as she lets you have your way with her breasts. "Being rough with my little, firm titties?" she smiles, but seems to hold back a giggle or laugh as you grunt your response. "I'm going to make you cum on them," she tells you, and her face seems to shift from a playful grin to a suddenly serious one.

You can't tell if its an act or not, but she leans in to kiss your cockhead. "Mark my tits, John." A small smile crosses her face as she feels your cock twitch. "It feels good to have me like this, doesn't it?" she asks as she pushes your cock into her mouth for a second. "So eager for your cum?" You feel your eyes close as you try to fight cumming on her face at that exact moment. "Do you like having me on my knees?" You grunt and can't help but respond.

"Yes," you whisper. Emily grins.

"I know. And now you have me there again," she teases. "Is this how it's going to be?" she asks. "Me having to work so hard for you to cum on my firm tits?" She pushes herself up slightly, and pushes her firm breasts to your cock again. You can't hold back, and feel your cock tighten. In the brief moment before you cum but feel yourself about to, you look into Emily's eyes. She licks her lips and that image sends you even further into the pleasure of her breasts draining you. You groan loudly as Emily sighs, giving her breasts a gentle push.

You feel your cum spill out before a rope fires up into her chin. Emily flinches, but keeps her breasts around you. The rest of your seed spills out onto her breasts, and she grins as she feels your warm cum drip over her tits.

"You just came on my tits," she breathes. "You were so turned on," she adds. She lifts her fingers to her mouth, and you can see your cum lining them. She slowly sucks them into her mouth. "I'm also willing to bet that you're going to volunteer for many more work trips," she adds, licking her fingers languidly as she keeps your cock pressed to her tits with her other hand. "That was.. quite the load," she points out.

"That was amazing," you breathe, and Emily gives you a completely authentic grin of pure satisfaction.

"I'm glad," she beams, and she glances down. "I've never actually done that before," she says, scooping up your cum and putting on another show. You groan and her eyes go wide. "Oh. Do you like me eating it?" she says, and her eyes flash, which you recognize as her teasing you.

"Yes," you hiss. She glances at you and the serious look goes across her face.

"I've never done that for a guy before," she tells you, still keeping you clutched to her chest. Her tone isn't playful, it's as neutral as it's ever been. When she looks at you, there is a definite stress on her face. "Do you... like it? Like really like it?" You wonder if you've overstepped, but you decide honesty's the best policy.

"I do," you say. "But it's not something I need if you don't like it," you continue. She shakes her head.

"No, I loved it. And I had no idea I was going to do something so ****... I trust you, John. And after the moment where you finished all over my chest, I got a bit scared that I was able to do something like that with someone I've only been with for like a day."

"Two," you interrupt softly. A small smile breaks across her face.

"Uh huh," she says, obviously dismissive of the time difference. "I guess I'm just a bit worried that I let myself go this far this quickly," she explains. "And also worried that I want to do it again. Tonight." Her eyes find yours, and look for comfort there.