Focusing on Emily

We never make it to the bedroom fully dressed.

A trail of clothing marks our path. The hoodie is somewhere by the kitchen. My shirt hit the hallway floor. Her bra just outside the bedroom door. We leave a trail of need behind us, our breathless laughs swallowed by our kisses. She’s topless, leggings clinging to her thighs, her bare breasts pressed to my chest as I carry her into the bedroom. Her legs are cinched tight around my waist, ankles locked behind my back, her hips grinding instinctively as I bury my face in the slope of her neck.

“Oh fuck, Joey…” she moans, breath hot against my ear.

Hearing her use that nickname, makes my heart pulse faster. She calls me that when she’s truly unraveling, when the need makes her voice crack and her restraint evaporates.

My cock stiffens in my pants, straining with every step I take toward the bed.

The second we hit the mattress, I stand, her body before me like a prize. She lands on her back, flushed, laughing breathlessly. I hook my fingers into her waistband and drag both her leggings and panties down in one long, greedy pull, baring her completely. Her pussy glistens. She's wet, wanting, swollen with heat.

“God, look at you…” I murmur, hovering above her. “Fucking perfect.”

I crash my mouth against hers, raw and ****. Her hands are in my hair, tugging hard as our tongues meet. Sloppy, ravenous. I kiss her down, biting her collarbone, tracing the curve of her ribcage with my hands as her breath grows shaky. My mouth trails lower. I taste her skin, salt and softness, the slope of her stomach, the flutter of muscle beneath my tongue.

Then I reach her. And I pause.

She tastes… different. Sharper. Sweeter. Like her body knows exactly what I need tonight.

“God, Em…” I whisper against her folds, my breath making her hips twitch.

I slide two fingers into her, curling them upward. Her whole body jolts.

“Right there! Joey, fuck, yes,” she gasps, already on edge.

I latch on with my mouth, tongue firm and relentless, stroking the same rhythm as my fingers. Her thighs close around my head. I let her ride my face, let her grind herself against my tongue until she’s shaking.

“Oh my God… Joey… I’m gonna...”

Her voice breaks as she explodes, her pussy clenching tight around my fingers, her body locking, twitching. She screams my name, legs trembling violently as the orgasm tears through her. I don’t stop until she’s begging me to.

When I finally rise, slick with her cum, she’s panting, hair wild across the pillow. Her eyes are glassy and wet. But there’s fire there, too.

“Holy shit…” she breathes. “Come here.”

She crawls to the edge of the bed like a woman possessed, still glowing from her orgasm. Her fingers fumble with my waistband, and then my cock springs free, hard and dripping.

She stares at it like she’s starving. “Jesus,” she whispers, wrapping both hands around me. “You’re always so fucking huge.”

She sinks her mouth onto me, slow and deep. Her cheeks hollow, tongue coiling along the underside of my shaft. She bobs, moaning as she sucks, jerking my cock in rhythm with her mouth.

But I stop her.

I slide my hand beneath her jaw and gently lift her up, kissing her deeply, my tongue tasting her own lingering orgasm on her lips.

“Not tonight,” I whisper. “Tonight’s about you.”

She exhales hard, eyes wide and already trembling. “Joey…”

I lay her back, climb over her, line myself up... and push inside her.

Her mouth drops open as I fill her slowly, inch by thick inch.

“Oh… fuck…” she cries, eyes rolling back.

Her cunt grips me like a fist. Hot. Wet. Velvet-smooth grip. I start slow, watching every twitch of her face as I pull out and thrust back in. Again. And again.

Her legs wrap around me. Her nails dig into my back. I fuck her in long, deliberate strokes, letting the moment build, drawing it out until she’s begging me for more.

And I give it to her.

Harder. Faster.

Her voice is raw from moaning, her body soaked in sweat. But we don’t stop.

She rides me, facing me, our eyes locked, her tits bouncing in rhythm with each slam of her hips. Then she turns, grinding on me backwards, her ass slapping against my thighs. I grab her waist, fuck her up into the air. She screams again as another orgasm hits, collapsing forward onto the bed, limp and trembling.

She’s soaked. Legs shaking. Barely able to speak.

But I’m still going.

I lift her waist, gripping her tight and thrust into her again.

She clutches at the sheets, writhing beneath me. “Joey! Fuck! How are you still... oh God… I can’t...”

“Yes, you can,” I growl, fucking her harder. “You’re gonna take every inch until I say we’re done.”

Her eyes flutter, her lips part in a moan, her whole body on fire.

And finally... when her body is flushed red, when she’s so fucked out she can barely whisper... I feel it cresting around me. Thick. Deep. Unstoppable.

She looks over her shoulder, hair stuck to her cheek, her voice broken and raw. She reaches back, hooking her hand around my neck.

She can't even form words any more. Moans jolting from her with every thrust. But I see her eyes looking into mine. I know it... I love it... she's mine as much as I am hers.

I slam into her one last time. Push in deep... and I let go.

My cock throbs violently inside her cunt, stream after stream of cum firing inside her, coating her walls. I stay there, buried to the hilt, breathing hard against her shoulder, watching her body twitch beneath me with one last orgasm, wrung out and perfect.

The sheets are soaked with sweat. With sex. With us.

I collapse beside her, pulling her close. She’s limp, breath shaky, lips parted in a dazed smile.

We don’t speak.

There’s no need to.

She curls into my chest.

We're spent. Sated. And more in love than ever.