Utter PWP!

Her lips slip over his tip, just as his fingers slide into her hair and caress her scalp.

Just that right size, the head slips inside her mouth with little resistance.

Hungrily, she swipes her tongue over the fleshy mound - hot and slightly salty. She sighs and brings one palm up to grip his shaft.

She presses her knees up against the bottom of the couch as she wriggles a little closer. His pants are halfway to his ankles; shirt spread open. Her eyes feast on the sight of him, already wrecked, eyelids flickering closed as her tongue darts along his slit.

"Gods, Emma…"

Chuckling lightly, she moves her head from side to side, sucking and releasing in turn (she can feel the blood filling his cock as his racing heart sends his pulse pounding).

He spreads his knees a little wider, gently pressing his hips towards her mouth, telling her he wants - no needs - more.

Lazily, she circles the head with her tongue, gently rocking her hand, slowly building him up before she takes a deep breath and presses down her head.

The deep exhalation he makes sends a thrill down her spine. The power is addictive - that she can make him feel this way and pull him under her spell with such ease…

She pulses her tongue against the hardness - its satiny cocoon is delicious and decadent in the heat of her mouth, slowly becoming enveloped in the the silky saliva that allows her to move with ease over him.

His hook is at her shoulder. His fingers are tightening - not in a painful way, but enough to catch her breath and make her heart race.

Widening the base of her throat, she buries her face in his lap, his black curls nudging against her nose as she swallows and he cries out-

"Emma!"

Easing off, her hands and mouth work into a rhythm, somewhere in between fast and slow as he starts to make little wrecked noises and she works her free palm onto the lean muscles of his stomach. She feels them clenching as he rocks his hips into her.

The noises become an indecipherable muttering and she groans in response.

And he feels so good in her mouth. She loves sucking his cock. It's so solid and straining for her; she relishes each flick of her tongue against the precious flesh and each press of the length against the inside of her cheek.

She loves it.

He's close: the throbbing of his head is the sign, she swirls her tongue harder around it, before taking him deep again, rocking him further into her throat as she holds her breath and presses her fingers into his hip.

With a strained cry, he is coming. She pulls back a little, lets him pour himself down her throat, while her fingers ghost over his balls as they contract and release, lingering until he shudders at the sudden sensitivity.

Rolling back on her heels, she licks her lips and swallows. He smiles, a lazy, utterly satisfied smile.