It rather seems like one; you should take her up on it

You lean in to kiss her and she sighs as her lips meet yours. You marvel again at the kiss Emily provides, her soft lips both strong and gentle, and while the shock is gone from the first time, you are able to appreciate the moment more now. Your right hand cups Emily's cheek, and you smile a bit as you get an idea. Rather than opening her shirt, your left hand slides under to gently cup her breast. Emily moans as she feels your fingers against her firm titflesh, slowly exploring her body. You squeeze and knead her breast and she smiles under your mouth, avoiding any contact with her nipple. You kiss her even more aggressively, and she sighs. Her hands find your shirt, and she peels it off of you. It's still a bit damp, you realize, but Emily doesn't seem to mind. You part to watch her throw it into the corner of your room.

Your hand immediately slides under her shirt again, and she looks down to watch you palm her tit. She seems as though she's going to say something, and your index finger lightly brushes her hard, firm nipple. Emily stifles something as she feels the contact, and you gently flick her hard tip. You kiss her again, and her hands find your bared back. Her fingers run slow patterns on your shoulders as you slide your other hand up her shirt. She growls as her left breast is fondled, and while you feel like an eager high school kid groping her under her shirt, you'd like to think you're more skilled than that. Emily seems to agree, as her hands slide down to rest on your waist. Her kisses are becoming more aggressive, but lack the precision she'd been using early. Now she simply seems ravenous. You groan at her passion, and your hands slide to her pants. She pulls away, and you're surprised to see her practically panting.

She doesn't stop you from pulling her pants down, exposing a clean, smooth pussy to your view. She steps out of them, and is about to say something again when your finger touches her outer lips. She gasps, her eyes wide, and you look at her, surprised at how much you're enjoying yourself. “I'm going to finger you,” you tell her. Her hands slide up and gently rub your upper arms as she slowly spreads her legs. Your middle finger gently teases her outer labia, and she grips your bicep suddenly. “John,” she gasps, trying to keep quiet. You smile gently at her, letting your finger slowly trace each side of her sensitive fold and you watch her chest start heaving. Your left hand continues its slow, pleasurable path as your right grips her left breast through her shirt, squeezing slightly more firmly than you had been.

“Oh,” Emily murmurs. “I guess I got you pretty worked up tonight,” she breathes. You grin, kissing her again.

“You were such a tease,” you agree, and she stiffens as you delve deeper inside of her, the tip of your longest finger sliding just inside. “All those little glimpses and comments,” you say, and while you'd love to play the role of cool dominant guy, your smile is wide on your face. “The ideas that ran through my head had me in a state of distraction all day,” you tell her, and she begins grinding against your finger. You smile, letting your knuckle brush her, aiming blindly for her clit. You realize you may have gotten close, watching a shudder of pleasure surprise her. You pull back, letting the tip of your now soaking finger rest just inside her again. Emily shudder's again, and you lean in for another kiss. Emily obliges, and as her mouth opens, and you gently slide your tongue around hers, you push in to your first knuckle. Emily groans, and you feel the need to push Emily's tongue around a little, forcing hers down. You pull away to look at the results of your foreplay. Emily is leaning against the wall as you fuck her gently with just the tip of your finger. Your left hand has found her nipple, hardened from arousal, and you gently pull it through the damp denim.

“Now who's the tease?” she asks, and despite her obvious arousal, she grins at you. She closes her eyes as you slide more of your finger in, feeling little friction to halt your digit's process. Emily keeps her eyes on you, her grin fading until she feels your finger stop. You curl your finger gently inside her, and it only takes the woman before you to realize what you are doing. Your search for her g-spot ends when your finger finds the spongy tissue and Emily brings a hand to her mouth to avoid crying out. Her reaction spurs you on, and you begin thrusting your finger in earnest. Emily's hair goes wild, shaking as she tosses her head back and forth. On each pull out, you curl your finger, and Emily, seemingly already worked to a frenzy, cums over your hand. You feel her warmth ooze down your stretched out finger first, then onto your hand. Emily shakes gently, and you pull your hand from her breast to hold her up, still gingerly fucking her. Her eyes open, and she looks at you with some affection. Realizing you're still fucking her, you pull out. Emily smiles gently.

“I'd like some dessert,” she whispers, and pulls your finger to her mouth. Soon your middle finger is buried down to the knuckle between her lips. Her tongue gently laps up her own cum and you feel yourself shuddering in pleasure from both the amazing sensations and the visual of the gorgeous young woman fellating your finger. As she pulls off, her voice seems to grow smokier. “That's the second time you've been able to get my mouth over your fingers tonight, John. Is there something you're trying to tell me?”