She Wants More

Emma was a big girl, all grown up. If things got physical with Ian and then he decided to be a jerk and stop caring about her, then she would deal with that when it happened. For right now, Ian wasn't a jerk, he was a very nice guy. A guy that Emma was very attracted to. A guy that Emma wanted to do things to. A guy that she wanted to do things to her.

Ian watched, waiting patiently for Emma to tell him to stop, trying to appear like that wouldn't bother him. But Emma saw the look of relief and excitement as she moved on the couch until she could straddle him. Nice guy or not, the poor lad was horny too.

Emma slid up Ian's lap until their jean covered crotches met. Emma pushed down against the hardness she felt there. Then she closed in and resumed kissing Ian. The boy eagerly met her kiss, and brought his hands to her hips. Emma moved her hands to Ian's head, cradling him as they made out.

Despite the urgency between the aroused couple, their was a strong amount of sensuality in their movements. Ian guided Emma by the hips, making her grind against him, but not in a **** sort of way. There was a gentleness that had Emma thinking that Ian cared about more than just cumming in his pants, that he wanted her to be brought off first.

Emma shifted from kissing Ian, to playfully biting his neck. The boy groaned at the small pressure she put on his flesh, and slid his hands from her hips to her ass. Both hands were grabbing her denim clad butt now, pulling her against his hard on.

Emma ground down and pushed back. The rubbing against her sex had her getting very hot. She stopped kissing Ian and moved her hands to drape around his shoulders. She rolled her hips, grinding harder against Ian as they dry humped. If she kept this up, she could easily cum. The look on Ian's face suggested that so could he.