They almost go all the way

Kevin's fingers tightened in Emily's hair, his hips jerking forward with a ragged groan. "Enough," he growled, pulling her up with surprising strength. Before she could protest, his mouth crashed onto hers—hot and demanding, tasting of bourbon and desperation. Emily gasped into the kiss as his hands slid beneath the robe, his palms scorching against her bare waist. The terrycloth slithered to the floor, pooling around her ankles like a discarded thought.

Kevin backed her toward the bed, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks. The mattress hit the backs of Emily's knees, and she tumbled onto the duvet, her hair fanning across the pillows. Kevin followed her down, his body pressing hers into the mattress with delicious weight. His cock, still slick from her mouth, rubbed against her inner thigh—hot, insistent. Emily arched against him, her lace-clad core grinding against his length in a way that made him curse through clenched teeth.

"Tell me you want this," Kevin demanded against her throat, his teeth scraping the delicate skin there. His hand slid between them, fingers tracing the damp lace stretched taut over her heat. Emily whimpered, her hips lifting into his touch—but when his fingers hooked into the waistband to pull the fabric aside, her hands flew to his wrists.

"Wait." The word came out breathless, but firm. Kevin froze, his pupils blown wide with need. Emily swallowed hard, her nails biting into his forearms. "I'm... I've never..." She trailed off, watching the conflict flash across his face—hunger warring with something dangerously close to tenderness.

Kevin exhaled sharply through his nose, his forehead dropping to hers. "Christ, Emily." His thumbs brushed the inside of her thighs, soothing where his grip had been too tight moments before. "You've been driving me out of my goddamn mind all day, and now—" His hips rolled forward, his cock sliding through her slickness without penetrating, the head catching on her entrance just enough to make them both shudder.

Emily gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair. "Like that," she breathed, arching up to meet the next slow grind. Kevin groaned, his forearms flexing as he braced himself above her, every muscle taut with restraint. The sensation was exquisite ****—her wet heat against his throbbing length, the maddening friction of almost-but-not-quite.

"Look at me," Kevin ground out, his voice raw. Emily obeyed, meeting his darkened gaze as he rocked against her again, slower this time, letting her feel every inch of him without taking what they both craved. Precum smeared between them, mixing with her arousal in a slick glide that had her toes curling into the sheets.

Emily whimpered when his thumb found her clit, circling just enough to tease. "Kevin—" His name broke off into a moan as he increased the pressure, his other hand gripping her thigh to hold her open for his leisurely thrusts. The head of his cock caught on her entrance again, the brief stretch making her gasp before he pulled back, denying them both.

"You're killing me," Kevin muttered against her collarbone, his lips hot on her skin. Emily could feel the tremor in his arms where he held himself above her, the way his breathing came ragged and uneven. She arched into his next thrust, her inner muscles fluttering around nothing, **** for the fullness he refused to give.

Kevin's forehead pressed against hers, their breath mingling in the scant space between them. "Say the word," he murmured, his hips moving in slow, torturous circles. "Just say it, and I'll—" His voice cracked when Emily's fingers trailed down his spine, nails scraping lightly.

Emily's fingers traced the damp hollow of Kevin's throat, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she watched his pupils dilate further. "We're not *technically* cheating," she murmured, her breath ghosting over his parted lips. "Not if you don't—" Her hips rolled up against his, the slick friction drawing a ragged groan from his chest. "*Penetrate* me." The last word came out in a whisper, her teeth grazing his lower lip.

Kevin's entire body shuddered above her, his cock twitching against her inner thigh where it was smeared with her arousal. "That's—" His voice broke as Emily's nails scraped down his back, leaving faint red trails in their wake. "That's some Olympic-level mental gymnastics."

Emily's fingers trailed down his sweat-slicked chest, stopping just above where their bodies hovered in torturous proximity. "Rules are rules," she murmured, arching deliberately to drag his length through her slickness. The contact drew a ragged sound from Kevin's throat, his hips stuttering forward before he caught himself. His cock twitched against her thigh, leaving glistening trails in its wake.