She's going to do it

Emily stroked him slowly, feeling the weight of him growing again in her hand, heat rising against her palm as her own arousal throbbed between her thighs. She shifted closer between his legs, her voice a low purr as her lips hovered near his ear, teasing warmth against his skin.

“Now, Eli…” she murmured, her tone soft but unmistakable, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

He froze again—still, wide-eyed, panting softly—but didn’t protest.

She smiled, lips brushing the side of his jaw.

“But how we do it?” she whispered, dragging her fingers up the length of his cock, now nearly hard again under her touch, “That’s completely up to you.”

She leaned back, eyes meeting his, her expression open—inviting, not teasing.

“Do you want to do anything special? Or would you like me to just make it as good for you as I can?”

Emily saw the hesitation flicker behind Eli’s eyes—the war between nerves and hunger, between the polite fear of asking and the **** craving to be taken. She let her fingers continue their slow, coaxing strokes, her other hand smoothing over his thigh, grounding him, steadying him.

“There’s no wrong answer,” she said, her voice a warm murmur, full of promise. “You don’t have to impress me. You don’t have to pretend you know what you’re doing.”

She leaned in closer, her bare breasts brushing his belly, her breath hot against his mouth.

“Just tell me what you want, Eli.”

Her hand squeezed him gently, her thumb circling the head, slick and sensitive.

“Whatever it is…”

She kissed the corner of his mouth, then pulled back just enough to meet his gaze again, a sultry smile curving her lips.

“…it’ll be amazing.”