The Saints Mansion: November 21st, 2011
It was a beautiful fall day in Boston. Emily was busy in the kitchen washing dishes while everyone else was doing their own thing. It was getting close to Thanksgiving, so some of her family and some of Murphy's family was staying at the mansion. She looked out the window at the falling leaves, smiling at the pile that she and Murphy had wrestled in earlier in the day. She laughed when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, followed by warm lips by her ear.
'Hi, Murphy,' she said.
Murphy chuckled.
''ow did ye know?' he teased.
'You always put your lips by my ear,' teased Emily as she continued to wash dishes, 'you do it all the time when you come up behind me.'
Murphy laughed.
'Aww, darn...' he teased, slowly running his hands up Emily's hips, 'guess I'll 'ave ta find a new way ta scare ye, huh?'
Emily laughed.
Murphy slowly pushed Emily's hair behind her ear. He gently kissed along her neck, running his hands up her sides. Emily moaned softly, her knees buckling slightly.
'Now's not the time...' she growled, 'I am in the middle of doing dishes...'
'They can wait,' purred Murphy, 'I wan' ye, Em.'
Emily bit her lip. She regained her composure, washing the remainder of the dishes.
Murphy kissed his way up Emily's neck. He gently traced her ear with his tongue, grasping her hips firmly. Emily growled low in her throat as her knees began to wobble.
'You are an ass, Murphy Noah...' she hissed through her teeth.
Murphy chuckled triumphantly. He bunched Emily's shirt up, revealing her stomach. He pressed her against the counter, rocking his hips against her ass as he continued to kiss and lick her ear. He knew that their families were there, and that included their parents, but he didn't care.
Emily managed to reach into the sink and pull the plug. Murphy reached around to un-button her jeans, slowly pulling them off her hips.
'Tá mé ag dul go fuck tú chomh crua...' he purred in her ear, 'mar sin fucking crua...'
Emily gripped the counter as her knees buckled some more. She knew that if she moaned too loud it would alert her family, and the last thing she wanted was her mother or father walking in on her having sex.
Murphy sensed that Emily was resisting. He grabbed her hand, placing it on the bulge in the front of his jeans. He rocked against her hand, groaning.
'Is é mo coileach aching ar do shon, leanbh,' he moaned, 'Ní féidir liom cúram a fheiceann.'
Emily knew that she couldn't fight against the pleasure that overwhelmed her. She turned around, pressing her body to Murphy's.
'Tu veux me baiser, bébé?' she purred, 'tu veux me baiser?'
'Tá tú ag fucking ceart is féidir liom,' growled Murphy, 'tá tú ag fucking ceart is féidir liom.'
Emily smirked. She cupped the back of Murphy's head, pressing his lips to hers.
Murphy purred as Emily's lips carressed his. He propped her up on the counter, pressing his body against hers. He groaned as the fabric of his boxers rubbed against his erection, his hunger growing.
Emily pulled back from the kiss to look in Murphy's eyes. She pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before reaching down to un-fasten his jeans.
Murphy gripped Emily's shirt again. She raised her arms so he could pull it over her head. He tossed it over to where his shirt was, squeezing her breast as he pressed his lips to hers again.
Emily wrapped her arms tightly around Murphy's neck. She tangled her fingers in his hair, using her free hand to stroke him.
A low growl erupted at the back of Murphy's throat at Emily's touch. He pulled his jeans and boxers off his hips, freeing his erection. He pulled back from the kiss, yanking Emily's jeans off. He tossed them to the ground as if they were a venomous snake. He reached around her back, un-hooking her bra.
Emily allowed the straps to fall down her shoulders. Murphy yanked it off, not caring where it went. He tore her panties aside, sliding inside her in one fluid motion.
Emily moaned loudly as he filled her completely. She wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him in deeper.
Murphy gripped Emily's hips as he thrusted. He didn't take his eyes off her as he did. He loved watching the faces she makes during sex, watching her pleasure.
Emily wrapped her arms tightly around Murphy's neck now. She pressed her forehead to his, groaning as his tip stroked her G-Spot. She tangled her fingers in his hair, a small scream escaping from her lips before she could stop it.
'Is maith leat go bhfuil, Banphrionsa?' growled Murphy, 'is maith leat é nuair a a fuck mé tú le mo coileach mór?'
'Oui...' moaned Emily, 'oh, putain, oui...oui...'
Murphy smirked. He dug his nails deep into Emily's hips. He pulled her in closer to him, slamming into her harder. Emily threw her head back, a loud whimper of pleasure escaping from her lips. Murphy laughed, sliding a hand up her back so he could pull her hair.
'Tóg sé cosúil le cailín maith,' he snarled, 'á tú fraochÚn maith beag, tá tú?'
Emily nodded. She bit down on her lip, trying her hardest not to scream. She tightened her grip on his neck and hips, her head tilting back slightly as he continued to slam himself inside her.
Murphy tangled his fingers in Emily's hair. He yanked her neck back, snarling in satisfaction as he heard a crack.
Emily whined as she felt her body tighten up. Her toes curled against Murphy's calves, her teeth going deeper into her lip. Murphy purred.
'Cum dom, leanbh,' he coaxed, nipping her earlobe, 'cum dom buíochas ina cailín maith beag.'
Emily shook her head. She dug her nails into Murphy's shoulders, burying her face in his shoulder to muffle her moans. Murphy held her tight, slamming into her harder.
'Sin é, Cailín leanbh,' he said, 'lig sé amach. Cum do do mháistir.'
Emily's entire body began to convulse. She threw her head back, screaming as she lost herself in orgasm.
Murphy laughed triumphantly as he felt Emily clench around him. He knew that he could make her orgasm again. And again. And again. Until she couldn't cum anymore.
'Cailín maith,' he purred, kissing her softly.
Emily didn't respond. She held onto Murphy for dear life, her body slowly beginning to tighten up again. Murphy knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back his own release if she came again.
'Cá bhfuil tú ag iarraidh mo cum, leanbh?' he growled, 'cá bhfuil tú ag iarraidh é?'
'Je le veux dans ma bouche...' moaned Emily, 'Je tiens à avaler...'
Murphy smirked. He yanked Emily off the counter as she began to release again, groaning as he came in her throat. He panted, pulling out so he could clean up the rest. Emily swallowed, grabbing her clothes. Her knees wobbled as she walked, her forehead covered in sweat. Murphy chuckled.
'Are ye okay, love?' he asked as he put himself away before putting his shirt back on.
'I'm fine...' said Emily as she got dressed, 'just a little weak in the knees is all...'
Murphy laughed. He wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her forehead. Emily sighed, pressing her forehead to his.
'God, I hope no one heard that...' she sighed.
'It's a little late for that one, sweetheart.'
Emily jumped at the sound of the voice. Jeff was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He cocked his eyebrows at his daughter, scolding her with his eyes. She laughed sheepishly.
'Hi, Daddy...' she said nervously, 'how long have you been standing there?'
'I've been standing here since I heard you begging him to cum in your mouth,' said Jeff, 'I heard you screaming and I thought someone was murdering you.'
Emily's cheeks turned bright red. She hid her face in Murphy's chest, completely embarrassed. Jeff chuckled.
'I'll leave you two be,' he said, walking away.
Murphy sighed. He wrapped his arms around Emily's stomach, burying his nose in her hair.
'Come on, you,' he said, 'let's go talk ta Da. Hopefully 'e didn' 'ear ye.'
Emily nodded.
'Okay,' she said, 'let's go see Noah.'
