Ruthless In A Suit(73)

But I could never tell her about my father’s wishes, or that beating my brothers to the altar and the top of the company is something I feel the need to do. It’s beyond crass. I want Emily for who she is, how she makes me feel, and for who we are together. Nothing else matters.

I kiss her, her mouth opening up to me as my tongue finds hers. I drink her in. She moves her body closer to mine, pressing her breasts against my chest. I love this woman, and knowing that this mouth will be the only one I’ll kiss for the rest of my life makes me need her even more.

My hands roam across her stomach and up to her breast; I hold it gently, rubbing my thumb over her nipple, hard through all the fabric. Her heavy breathing and the want in her eyes makes me even harder—and then she takes off her blouse for me, showing me those luscious tits of hers, and I can’t help but bury my face in the them. She holds my head close to her chest as I kiss across those gorgeous mounds, kneading and licking until she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. I take her bare breasts into my hands. I groan as I take her hard pink nipple in my mouth, working it with my tongue and gentle pulls of my teeth as she arches into me, her hands grasping for the edges of my shirt. I pull it off for her and watch her. She’s seen me shirtless plenty of times but each time I swear it’s like the first moment. Her hands skim across me, her touch so delicate.

I pull her close to me, our bare chests together as our tongues find each other again. Her hands on my skin, slipping down my abs, makes my head spin. When she reaches for my pants, I’m ready to give in to her. She can have me. She can have whatever she wants.

I let her strip me down to my boxer briefs, my dick so hard it’s practically pulsing. She runs her hand over it, so slowly that I swear I’m going to come right there. I start pulling at her skirt desperate to get every piece of clothing off her sumptuous body. She stands before me, her tits full and ripe with her hard nipples. I rest my hands on her hips and look up into her eyes. She unzips the skirt and lets it fall to the floor. Before I can say, Everything, wanting her to take even those tiny white lace panties off her body, she’s hooking her thumbs into the edge of the fabric and pulls them down. Emily stands before me completely naked, a sight so beautiful it hurts my heart. I cover her stomach in kisses as she sucks in for air, her arms wrapped around my head.

I dip my head just enough to kiss her mound, loving the way her body reacts—her stomach sucks in, her hips push slightly toward me, her hands hold tight for the ride she knows I’ll give her. I could live down here at her pussy; I can’t get enough. As my tongue reaches in for the wetness that awaits me, Emily moans and digs her hands in my hair like she always does.

“God, you are so good to me,” she says, her hips moving gently in my hands. Her words and her satisfaction only make me want to give her more. I flick my tongue at her clit as her moans fill my head. She’s leaning more into me, so I wrap my arms around her ass and pull her up on the couch with me so that my head is back and she’s straddling my face.

“Work me however you want,” I tell her. I dig my fingers into the plush cushion of her ass. “Fuck my face.”

She places her wet cunt right on my mouth, moving her hips down as I work her pussy with my tongue, her hips slowly circling and pushing on me. It’s so fucking hot how much she wants it. She went from a shy woman who was too timid to tell me what she wanted to this vixen who has no problem showing me what she wants and how. How is it possible that she keeps getting sexier and sexier?

As I increase the speed and thrust of my tongue her hips rock harder, pushing against my mouth and chin as I take as much of her as I can. Her moans become louder, her breath shaper, and she doesn’t even have to tell me she’s close. I know from her sounds. Her cunt clenches and I lick her up, holding her tight until the very last spasm.

In her haze she slowly slides down my body and I kiss every inch of her as she goes. Lucky for me she lands straddling me.

“You don’t think I'm done with you yet, do you?” I say.

“You better not be.”

I capture her mouth, letting her taste herself. She grinds down on me, my cock straining through the thin fabric. “You know,” she says, “I think we’re slowly making our way through all these rooms.”

“There’s still at least ten to go,” I say.

“Hmm,” she purrs. “I’m game if you are.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I say.

She cups her tit in her hand and offers it up to me; I more than willingly take it in my mouth.

Emily reaches down between us for my dick, rubbing her hand over it. She’s already eager for more. I flip her onto her back on the couch as I take off the remaining bits of fabric from my body. She sits up and reaches for me, her hands covering me so quickly until my dick is in her hand, stroking me. My eyes fall shut and I feel the warm wetness of her mouth on me, making me catch my breath. She dips her head up and down, positively slobbering all over my cock, soaking it, making me want to spray down her throat in two seconds flat. But I have to give her more. She sucks on my dick then pulls back and pumps me with her hand, and there is nothing gentle about it. She is pure sex.