No. Why would you stop?

You grip her ass and pull her closer, and emboldened by her reaction, a soft purr before she nestles her lips to your neck, and you remember with a grin how skilled her lips and tongue actually are. You take a slow step forward, pushing her against the wall, and she looks at you with an intense stare. Your hands pull down her shorts slightly, and she gasps as she helps you slide them off. “In the kitchen,” she mutters, and you hope she's not disappointed when your left hand finds her soaked pussy. You can't keep the shock off of your face and she licks her lips. “Normally, that's the part where I get all flushed and embarrassed, but I really need to cum now that you've dropped my panties in the kitchen,” she teases. Her voice shifts as you glance down.

“You weren't wearing panties,” you tell her. Emily guides your hand to her wet sex.

“I had a feeling I'd need some room for maneuvering this morning,” she tells you. You slide a finger in as you look her in the eye. “Or at least the opportunity,” she murmurs, and she gently thrusts her hips towards your hand. You take the invitation, sliding your middle finger further into her. “Oh,” she murmurs. “I seem to have some stud fingering me in the kitchen,” she says, leaning in to kiss you along your jawline. Your right hand drifts up to her clothed breast and she moans softly as you again grip it firmly through her shirt. You slide your finger gently in and out of her, and relish the shudders of her body as she reacts to your manipulation of her wet pussy. You decide to join her in the talk.

“So you waited without your panties for me to finger you against the wall of a kitchen? You must love the idea of Beth coming down here after a shower to see her food writer pressed up against the wall with her perky tit out while her coworker fucks you with a finger,” you offer. Emily gasps, doubling over, or at least making the attempt. Your hand buries further into her tit and you let your thumb join the fun with your hand at her pussy. Emily bites her lip as you work her over, and you lean in to lick at her lower lip. She doesn't respond with a kiss, instead leaning back so your lips are at her chin. You kiss her chin and neck, and feel her groan in her throat as you feel your body getting closer to hers. Your hand seems to crush her breast, and as you make a move to slide it out, Emily's hand slaps to your wrist, keeping it even more firmly attached to her flattening tit. You feel her mouth find yours as you continue to finger her, and add your index finger to her sopping pussy. Emily groans as she feels her pussy fill even more, and you pull away to look at her face.

Her eyes are half-closed as she writhes against you, sweat forming on her brow and cheeks. You nip lightly at her top lip before leaning into her neck and kissing it again, loving the scent of her sweat and arousal mixing. “I'm going to make you cum,” you tell her. You try to add leverage to your words by brushing your thumb over her clit, loving the way her lithe body stiffens at your gentle pressure. “I'm going to make you cum over and over, and I'm going to get you to finish what you started in the bathroom last night,” you tell her. Emily looks up at you, her blue eyes glazed. “Were you thinking of me doing this last night?” you ask, and you love the almost snarl in her reply.

“No,” she says, kissing you hard and releasing as you press her clit gently up and down, moving it gently in a circle. “You were on your knees, licking me,” she breathes. You continue to fuck her with your fingers, and realize that she might be getting close. You squeeze her crushed breast and she moans again, this time easily discernible as pleasure. You are less surprised now than you would have been that Emily doesn't mind it a bit rough. You brush her clit again, and she whimpers. You realize she might be getting close and the thought of dropping to your knees and finishing her off with your mouth leaps out.