Page 62 of Partners In Evil
“Good,” Emma whispers in my ear, and I shudder with pleasure. She kisses my jaw, and then my forehead, before putting her lips directly on mine. Her tongue darts out and runs along my teeth, and then it’s inside of my mouth.
“Oh, god,” I groan as she grips me even tighter and her tongue teases mine. “You are – you taste – holy fuck, Emma, you’re amazing.”
“So are you, Finn,” Emma whispers. Then she guides me inside of her, and oh my god, I almost cum just from the sheer pleasure of being enveloped by her. Emma’s face is flushed with heat and desire, and I keep my eyes wide open, not wanting to miss a moment of this.
I put my hands around Emma’s waist, holding her steady as she grinds against me, our bodies finding their rhythm almost immediately. I grip her tighter and she moans in delight. “Oh god, Finn,” Emma whispers. “You feel so good!”
“So do you,” I moan as she moves faster and faster, sliding up and down my shaft. I lower my face to her breasts, which are shining and slick, and kiss first one and then the other. Emma groans and tosses her head, so I do it again, slower this time.
“Yes,” Emma pants. “Yes, Finn.”
“Yes, Emma,” I groan as she tightens herself around me. “Oh yeah, that feels so fucking good!”
“Harder,” Emma moans into my ear, tossing her head back again and exposing her long, graceful neck. I thrust into her, all of my senses overwhelmed by the intense desire I feel for her.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I yell as I cum. “Oh, Emma, yes!”
“Finn!” she shrieks, whipping her head back and forth. “Finn!”
I loosen my hold on Emma and she leans forward, resting against my chest, her breath almost as choppy as mine. I put an arm around her shoulders as I slide out of her, and pull her close to me.
Emma nestles next to me on the built-in jacuzzi bench. Then she reaches a hand out and turns off the water. “I think the tub is full enough,” she says. I look around and see that, sure enough, the water is almost at the lip of the jacuzzi.
“Huh, I didn’t even notice,” I marvel.
“You had your mind on other things,” Emma says, a smile in her eyes.
“I suppose so,” I say, and kiss her. “That was fantastic.”
“It was,” she agrees, lifting her left hand out of the water and blowing some bubbles off of her ring.
I laugh. “Are you going to keep staring at it all night?”
“Maybe,” she laughs, too. “What can I say? I’ve never had a piece of jewelry even half as amazing as this.”
“Hey, I’m not complaining,” I say, admiring her hand, too. “You can just wear that and nothing else for the rest of our lives, if you want.”
“Hmm, that might make it kind of tough to get any work done,” she says.
“I don’t know, I think that a clothing-optional policy could work at Devil’s Advocate.”
“Are you really sure that you want to see Luc walking around, putting his balls on everything? Because you know he would.”
I burst out laughing. “Fuck, you’re right! Never mind, I take it all back.”
“Maybe we just have naked work-from-home days,” Emma suggests.
“Oh, that’s a much better idea.”
“And naked call-in-sick-from-work days.”
“Another good idea,” I say, bending down to kiss her right breast.
“And private, naked holiday parties.”
“Fantastic,” I murmur, then run my tongue over her left nipple.
“Oh, that feels so good,” Emma sighs. “But do you know what I want to do now? I want to get out of this wonderfully, ridiculously huge tub and climb into bed with you.”