Dreaming with eyes wide open

"Cheating on me huh? Em watched her lovingly. "That's alright I guess… now that you've found your guy and all". Manu smiled hugging her tight.

"Don't get all mushy on me now. You get to have the room all to yourself!"

"Yeah and miss all the action!"

"Voyeur!" Em giggled.

"Come on, skip! See you in the morning."

Jason showed up in the door step of his bedroom.

"Excuse me ladies, but you and I are running late for our date!" And he winked naughtily to Manu.

"Damn, I gotta go!"

"Stop looking like you care bitch!" Em threatened frowning and it was Manu's turn to giggle when she ran to Jason. Em watched them kiss as they entered the room closing the door behind them. She sighed somehow caught in the silence settling like dust the corridor. She went upstairs in the attic where their, now her room was and she dragged her feet inside. She overheard the conversation outside and wondered who was left around the fire. It was almost midnight and she felt exhausted with the day. She spent the evening trying to keep her focus away from David. Plus she felt like she had crossed the line letting him in so much; once her initial bravery evaporated, she thought of what had caused her to behave so out of character. So fine, she did have a fantasy about going for a black guy, but that had nothing to do with the situation. She enjoyed him, how he made fun of everything, how he was like the manager of the entire situation, keeping everyone together. There was something about him, deeper and more connected to reality than his display of college boy attitude. Who the hell was she to do all this deep thinking? It's not like she had the wisdom of old to figure things she didn't actually know about him. It's what her gut told her and she trusted her instincts. She gave this guy too much thought. After all nothing happened and probably nothing will happen. She was leaving first thing in the morning, so… She looked herself in the mirror after brushing her teeth. At least Manu was ok. Why the fuck are you so melancholic for? She brushed her long hair then turned the bathroom light off and went to bed. She pulled the heavy curtains first to let the moon light come in and she lay in bed looking through the curtains enjoying the sounds of the night. She twisted to the side, then back again starring at the window. She wished she had him there to hold her. Like a breath of fresh air she'd only inhale him in one time alone, outside her everyday life and relationship. Forget it, just forget it! She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep upset with allowing her thoughts to linger on him some more.

David took one last look at Nadeem and Sarah making out next to the fire. What an odd couple these two! Talking about odd, where did his odd woman go? He's been keeping an eye on her the entire evening but she seemed to go back into her shell. Maybe he'd overdone it in the cellar. But he wasn't mistaken in reading her; she was beaconing to him and he responded. Indeed, he responded a bit too feverish to her rather incoherent signals. He rubbed his hands against the face not knowing what to do. Tomorrow morning everything will be over and it will be like they never met. What were the chances of them meeting again with him living to D.C. and all? Plus… Fuck! But he wanted her and he was sure that if he closed the door behind them she would want him too, no questions asked just the two of them. He took heavy big steps on the old wooden floor, jumping two steps at a time to reach the attic. He passed by Jason's room and stopped to listen for a moment; not a sound. Jason had amazed him this weekend. He'd seen him have a good time with girls before, a one night stand, a whole weekend stand, who cared, but he never acted like this. He was a charmer, he always took care of his ladies, whether he fucked them for an hour or for a week, he always made them feel like they've been together for years. It's what kept the girls coming like flies to honey. But he did it within his social life, being the same guy everyday. Now he simply secluded himself to be with Manu. This whole situation was strange. Manu, Em, the way they've all met and the way they've all connected. Who gives a shit about all this, she's real! He stood before her room and looked at the door like he'd never seen it before. He listened carefully and there was no sound. I was almost 1AM and she had probably fallen asleep. He went to the end of the corridor and turned off the light to make sure he didn't wake her up when entering the room. I'm just gonna take a peek… it's too late for anything now, plus if she had really wanted… Questions came into his head as he cracked the door open stepping inside.

It was dark so he stepped gently to not bump into something until he came close to the bed. She had left the window open and he saw the curtains moving with the breeze. He turned around slowly and the image captured his mind. The moon light through the white curtains made somehow the room look bluish with dark shadows playing along, stretching and moving relentlessly with the wind, everywhere down on the carpet, up on the bed and on her bare thighs. She was naked under the cover and he almost took a step back in a defense position to keep his groin from hurting more. She was sleeping on the side, with the blankets folded between her legs; her left leg thrown randomly over them. Her red hair was spread over the pillow and she had hidden her face in the bed covers, hugging them. He looked at the perfect line her butt drew combining light and dark at the same time and he wanted to put is fingers there and follow that refined line. But he stopped in mid way when she munched in her sleep and turned around and he thought he'd gone crazy standing there to look at her sleeping. The chalky light enveloped her breasts as they unfolded from the bed sheets and he watched them bounce slowly when she rubbed her nose in her sleep. Those shadows on her breasts, the way she held her hand, softly and carelessly on her thigh – it was like a Playboy picture, only much much better! David looked down for a minute trying to switch focus to more clear thoughts. It would be a first time for him. God! For fuck's sake! Doubts and courage both collided in his head. Other than the fact that he was in the middle of a room in his parents' house staring at a naked girl who'd given him an oblivious ride to heaven just hours before, he was also acting like a confused adolescent asking himself questions over the origin of man-fucking-kind when things were quite simple. Shit your pot or leave motherfucker! He turned around to leave. Instinctively he reached for his crotch and cupped his balls squeezing a little too hard. Ya, you still have them motherfucker! You don't act like you have them, but you still do! He shook his head annoyed with his own thinking. He looked back at her and his eyes set on her chest going up slowly with the constant calm breathing. You'll never know if you don't try… He glimpsed at her again and took advantage of that second of irrationality to pull his t-shirt off and throw it to the floor. The cooler air of the evening gave him the chills, slapping reality in his face. But it was too late now. The plan was in motion and he couldn't stop now that his mind and whatever reason left in him had changed quarters in his groin leaving his head empty of any decent thoughts. He reached for the door and turned the knob, locking it just in case Nadeem got the room wrong like he usually did. His shorts followed the t-shit along with the boxers and he turned to face the bed naked, feeling a bit like a moron. Her legs slid on the bed covers and his yes caught that sinuous innocent movement and commandment below his waste line ordered complete shut down to all mental connections. He stepped robotically to the bed and the moment his shadow covered her body on the bed his eyes focused with a sheer burning look, his senses kicked in and he bent down to test his theory. If he failed to confirm it and she did not want him – well, he's gonna make her want him 'cause this time – no matter how rude, improper and inconvenient it might have been – he wanted to make the call.

His knees sank in the mattress and his face reached her knees to place a quick kiss on both, grazing a bit with his teeth. She didn't move and he felt thankful for it. His hands went up the bed and on the sides of her rib cage and he used his face to part her legs. He spread them easily and waited for her to settle in bed a bit unhappy with the intrusion. Her eyelids flickered for a few seconds then went motionless as she rested her eyes behind them. He went down on his elbow, low enough to reach her core and he rested his lips on her pubic bone for a moment, controlling his breathing to not stir her in any way. Then ever so slowly, calculated and easy, he placed his mouth on her bud, in a gentle kiss. No more. And then lower, and lower and when he reached her entrance point he sneaked the tip of his tongue inside, rubbing his nose against her core and she moaned a hoarse sound through her nose, slowly arching her hips to meet his tongue inside her again. She smelled like soap, fresh and clean, soft and delicate and he wanted to take a mouth full. Later…He got up and crawled on top of her, careful to not wake her up, balancing his weight on the bed so they don't sink too much in the mattress. He placed himself between her thighs supporting all his weight in his arms, letting just their lower parts meet and took a moment, coiling his body, to find her. Shit! His heart quickened for a second, considering what he was doing – without her approval. His jaw muscle flickered and he clenched his teeth in the attempt to keep his conviction straight. He pushed his way inside her and she twist a bit underneath him. He pushed again and barely kept himself from groaning with the pleasure surging in his groin; she wasn't wet at all without any foreplay, but he knew he could gently pump inside her. And again. Her head tilted back sinking deeper in the pillow with lips parted to grasp on the cold air. He was slowly getting to her brain, wakening her senses. And again; his arms shook a bit from the effort of keeping all his body weight away from hers. One more thrust…slowly, easy boy… he breathed out pushing inside her one more time, making all the waistline muscles work to make his shaft slide between her inner folds and reach deep inside her – and his hips finally met hers. A short cry half asleep, half moaned, all her muscles startled and her hands grabbed forcefully on his arms squeezing hard. She breathed in and out shortly and rapidly, like in a panic attack. Tears started rolling in her hair and David remained in shock. Fortunately enough his instincts never failed him and he dropped down on her, immobilizing her enough not to try to hit him or anything. Emma remained motionless, rigid as hell, crying and he cupped her face forcing her to look at him.

"Em! Em!" she felt like she was ready to spring or release a fist right in his face if she could. Her reaction was a bit extreme and he felt there was more to her panic than just his gesture. Shit! He didn't think of that. People had a past and he didn't consider hers. She finally looked at him with the same wide open eyes. Her lower lip trembled subtly and he felt sorry for scaring her that way. He kissed her gently whispering in her ear.

"Em… it's me. I'm sorry." Her eyes began to clear from the nightmare behind her green irises and saw him looking at her lovingly. David brushed his fingertips on top of her eyes forcing her eyelids to close and she squirmed underneath him unease with the darkness taking her over again. "Don't open them. It's me. You're safe." He pressed his face against hers and listened in silence at her erratic heart beats. He kissed her again, slow and sweet and her lips felt even softer swollen and wet from the crying. Another kiss and she responded; barely. He went up her cheek and placed a row of kisses on her temples and closed eyelids, going back to her mouth and until she finally kissed him back. And he moved again, waiting to see her reaction. Nothing and he moved again. Her eyes opened looking straight at him and he stopped. Jesus, it was killing him but he realized it was important for her to feel right. Whatever it was, his gut told him he wasn't the cause of her fright.

"I have to look at you." He nodded slightly.

"Look at me." He felt her hands come up his ribs in a gentle touch and he remained motionless waiting for her to discover him in the darkness. She went up his shoulder blades, up his neck to finally cup his face between her sweaty palms. She became more focused as she woke up to the reality of him being embedded in her and the acknowledgment of his shaft so deep inside her made her want to thrust her hips against his and she closed her eyes for a second trying to control it.

"Why are you doing this?" He connected her eyes with his again. David sustained her look and after a moment answered the best way his hormonal brain could.

"I want you." Em almost choked with a giggle. Men…Things are so simple with them.

"What if I don't want it?" She saw disappointment flash in his eyes. She felt him go out of her and he stood up on his knees before her. She rose a bit to look at him and she prayed that her face did not betray how in awe she was with his body. He saw him, swollen and hard, dropping between his legs, startling with the way his belly muscles tensed waiting for her to make her final decision. She could only see the shape of him in the light coming from behind him and again she was thankful she couldn't see the sheer size of him. Her eyes went up to his again and even though she couldn't make out much of his sight, she didn't see the enemy in him. She didn't see her past in him. David saw her breathing changing pace into a heavier slower breath and he waited feeling ridiculous. She put him on display like a buyer evaluating a product to see whether it was worth the money. It would have opened the gates of hell in any other circumstances, but as usually, strangely enough with her, it just stirred him more and he became impatient with waiting. She slowly lay back opening her legs for him. David's mouth opened involuntarily with an unpronounced sigh of admiration and surprise but he didn't waste time lingering on it. He took her body over in instants and found his way back inside her in a blink of an eye.

"You ruined my surprise…" he mumbled in her hair, savoring her body. She reached and bit him on the earlobe.

"Trust me! I didn't!" He smiled closing his eyes. His face sank in the crook of her neck and he pushed inside her again, all the way in and she lifted her legs to make room for him. The reminiscent sleep left in her system crawled back under her eyelids and together with the feeling of relief she got from the earlier fright, made her feel a bit exhausted; cozy – and surrendering to him seemed like a good idea. He kissed her and she closed her eyes enjoying his lips, his body on hers. She loved how he took his time in entering her, parting her lips each time he drove himself inside her, coming all the way out and she felt, in the tiniest detail, how his cock penetrated in – the length, the pulsation and she arched pressing her breasts against him. David groaned in her ear and went up again to see her, to see her breasts moving in the rhythm of his thrusts and he decided to make her part of their lovemaking, to let her see it happen. He scooped her up and moved her body across the bed, so the light falls on both their bodies and the shock of his chocolate body against her moony skin, carved attentively, slender and seductive, stuck in hers, woke her up completely. A desire so wild struck inside her she almost felt ashamed to admit it considering her earlier outburst, so different than her attitude now. He's gonna think I'm crazy! But she couldn't help it. He began his thrusting, peering in her eyes and she sustained his look for as long as she could, but the image of his muscles clustering in small packs, to then release in perfect order and alignment with each move he made to penetrate her, somehow tore her mind to pieces. All those muscles working to bring him inside her, deeper, deeper.

"Deeper…" the thought escaped her lips and it was too late to take it back. She didn't even have the time to go back on it that David dropped his body on hers, so powerfully she cried shortly and he smiled, pleased and stirred to hear her plead like that. He pushed his arms underneath her. Embracing her tight, and brought his right knee up to force her to open her thighs more to him and when she was exposed enough, he cut through her, long, hard, making her body jolt up and she moaned with her breasts thrusting up too hard and hurting her. He did it again and she coiled underneath grabbing on his shoulders trying to make him take it slower, but her screaming and struggle only made it worse. He increased the rhythm, no longer coming out of her, but just quickly, sharply pumping in her core, faster and faster until she dropped back, with her body trembling uncontrollably. Her hands ran down his back pushing on his hip bone trying to control his movements but it was in vain and her fingers slid on his butt cheeks squeezing; so tough, so hard, so tightened, sweaty and slippery to her touch with the effort of penetrating her and it made her want more. Her lips came up his neck tasting his perfumed sweat layer covering those tense muscles and she dug with her fingernails in his hips.

David screeched his teeth and grabbed her hands to pin them above their heads. He changed rhythm again, slower, but deeper, looking at her and her body was sweaty as well, because of him, because of her – because of them riding each other so hard. He struck inside her to the limits and went down for her breasts, sucking hungrily on the nipples while circling inside her womb, giving himself time to nibble on those goodies. She bit on her lips, unable to hold it.

"I'm coming I swear to God! Stop doing that!" He grinned biting on the nipple.

"No, you're not. Not until I let you!" He flipped her on her belly and walked his hands rough and provocative from her butt cheeks up her sweaty back to the back of her neck where he stopped curling her long cupper strands around his fingers. With his other hand he pushed her body up, on her knees, forcing her head back by slowly pulling on her hair and when he angled her the right way, he guided his cock inside her from behind and she coiled like a bow ready to release, but his hand in her hair kept the pressure going and she moaned loud enough for the entire house to hear.

"Oh God!" He wasn't making love, he wasn't having sex, he was doing something else beyond her understanding; something that drugged her, controlled her, bringing her so much pleasure it almost hurt. He kept her body balanced in the mattress with one hand cupping her hip bone and the other still harnessing her hair and God she was beautiful with the way she arched at an almost impossible angle, like a gracious dancer, with all these sweet little dimples forming along her spine and little drops of sweat pooling in them and he wanted to go lick them. He released her hair and helped her up with her back against him and all that sweat dripped down on his chest warming him even more. Their bodies rubbed together and he continued to keep her a little bent forward to be able to thrust inside her. But his hands moved under cupping her breasts and she went back collapsing against him, holding him captive inside her and his cock curved inside her with the tight high angle and the pleasure was unbearable. He moaned tilting her head to kiss her neck while fondling her breasts passionately. They needed to break apart for a moment or it would have become too much to bear. David pulled back but Emma turned around and pushed him on the bed getting on top of him.

"Little lady…" he smiled loving how she threw herself at him. "What are you trying to do?"

"Fulfill my fantasy!" He laughed letting her scorch his mouth with a hot kiss and he pulled her in his arms for more, not resisting her sweet lips. He enjoyed too much the weight of her breasts on him and he sneaked a hand between their bodies to cup one and bring it closer to his mouth. He switched from her lips to her nipple and fed on it until the skin got to sensitive to take the touch and she forced his head around to the other nipple, like when feeding a child and he hungrily went for it, sucking and licking until Emma felt she had probably, unconsciously, already come but her body was thirsty for more.

She got up on one knee bringing her other leg up, sinking her sole next to his hips for better balance then leaned a bit forward supporting her weight on his chest while with her right hand slowly guided him back inside her. She feared she was not going to make it in taking him whole inside in this position, but hell, she was willing to try. David watched hypnotized how his shaft disappeared inside her, saw her breasts bounce slowly with her moving to adjust her body around him, trying to fit his swollen manhood inside. And he came half way up cupping her thighs to help her settle her body on his and the motion drove both of them crazy. She pushed him back on the bed and using her hands to balance herself, she started rocking on top of him, back and forth, flexing her waist to force the hips to follow and he swirled inside her, with her walls slamming around from all directions; his head fell back with a groan and Emma smiled incredulous to her success in making him feel good. He grabbed on her ankle holding tight and considering his hold she knew she was driving him closer to his climax. She coiled more on top of him and he looked at her again, enjoying the sight of her core enveloping his shaft; it was the kind of image his brain would playback for nights and nights in a row from now on. And then she bent down her knee all the way and her hips crashed on him and Emma moaned cursing at her own deed, feeling him hurting up her belly. David worried for a second seeing her face betray the pain and rushed to embrace her but before he even reached her she dropped down on both knees and went on rocking with him so deep inside her, it cut his breath short. He collapsed back on the bed looking at her, the way she had her eyes closed tight, focusing on how much of him to take in, how fast to move. The girl was amazing… and a little masochist but then again so was he when he decided to damage himself mentally with letting her do this and squeeze the life out of him.

He felt it coming and decided to get back control. He went up reaching for her unexpectedly pushing her on the bed. He found his way back inside her and took her lips the way he took her core, thrusting his tongue in the depth of her mouth the way he thrust his shaft in the wetness of her insides. Emma moaned in his mouth struggling for air but his moves intensified and she lost track of her intentions and hugged him tight with an immediate urgency to release the pressure building so painfully bad in her belly. She felt hers coming, so uncontrollably hard that she let go of his lips, throwing her head back, with her jaw blocked to keep the moans to a minimum. But he forced his mouth on hers again and she screamed feeling him come inside her and it was the most insane thing she'd experienced. She literally felt him exhausting all of his power in her womb, pulsating, and he collapsed on top of her and incredibly, her mind delayed her own climax for a second to enjoy his release, then with a thrust of her hips on him she came hard, tightening her walls around him. David moaned with her moving under and causing waves of painful pleasure on his member, so sensitive with the earlier orgasm. He held her tight, enjoying her shaky body, her lips on his neck and he kissed her with one last breath, before collapsing on his back.

She missed him already. How can that be? Her body was barely coming around after being possessed like mad and she hungered for him again. David crawled up the bed pushing the sheets aside to make room under, then pulled her in his arms, wrapping her away. The night had grown much colder and they sank cozily in each other's arms underneath the blankets. She cuddled against him, and he was happy to see how at ease she was with him and moved down on the pillow to let her curl up on him; he caressed her breast and helped her tuck it on his chest and she giggled surprised with his help. It took them a little while but they finally resumed to kissing and kissing again, slowly, tenderly, lovingly and somehow in the back of her mind it hurt and confused her not feeling guilty for being with him. She hid in the hollow of his neck and closed her eyes, trying to come to peace with her own mind.

"Em?" She sighed and he kissed her hair to get her attention. "Em what happened?" She didn't look at him.

"I shouldn't be here with you."

"Forget that!" She finally moved up to his eyes.

"But my…"

"Listen, I don't care about your boyfriend." Her face said it all and he felt compelled to explain. "I've never been in a long term relationship and I don't know anything about yours with this guy, but if you're here with me, then… well you're here with me and I'm glad!" and he resumed his speech, forcing her head back on his shoulder, a little angrily.

"No, no, say what you wanted to say!"

"No, it's ok!"

"No, I wanna know! I'm a cheater, that's what I am!"

"Who's this guy? Is he from Austin?" Em puffed, not looking forward to talking to him about her relationship with another man.

"He's in college in a different town."

"He's not here?" and he frowned trying to get a better understanding of the situation.

"He's been here for a while before he left to college and now we visit and spend some holidays together, and… you know…"

"A long distance relationship? For how long now?"

"Well we've been together for like two years and…"

"Forget it!" he sank abruptly back into the pillows, sinking his fingers in her waistline. She looked at him puzzled.

"Forget what?"

"You're no girl for a long distance relationship!" he peeked at her with a naughty smile in the corner of his lips. "There's great potential in here that must be thoroughly exploited."

"Not everything is about sex!"

"In some cases sex counts as much as feelings. With people like you and I."

"With great potential!" he laughed at her mockery.

"Indeed."

"Ok, theoretically…"

"Theoretically…"

"If we were together, it'd be the same thing with me here and you in D.C. What would you do?"

"But I graduated!"

"And are you moving back to Austin?" David took a deep breathe thinking for a moment. His future was definitely much brighter in D.C than here.

"Probably not…" Em silenced, lowering her eyes. Fuck, you're sad he said no! Idiot!

"Em I'd…, I don't know, there are ways."

"Like a long distance relationship."

"Look Em, right now I'm so fired up with you, I could probably promise you stuff that wouldn't eventually happen. But the idea is, that at the end of the day, something's not going right with your relationship and that's why you ended up here, with me. Making love."

"How can you make love when you don't love the other person?"

"I don't know, but we did and don't ask details of me 'cause I'm a man and that's the best I can do!" she laughed and kissed him on the temple.

"It's tough sometimes, but he's a good guy."

"So am I, but that doesn't count if things separate you and I'm not talking about distance now." He silenced and she looked down at his chest drawing invisible lines on his skin. "You're not a cheater Em. You let me in, even after I scared the hell out of you. That to me says a lot."

"Yes, well I don't usually wake up to a man already making love to me…"

"It was more than that." And he waited for a second to see if she backed off on him, but she didn't. "Isn't it?" He couldn't see her properly in the dark, but felt her shift next to him and he gave her the space she needed to answer him.

"Something happened a while ago that my brain refuses to let go I guess, even at a subconscious level. You're lucky I didn't freak out like hell, or I would have scared you!" she joked with it, but there was nothing to joke about. "Thank you for being so patient."

He kissed her lovingly with a thousand thoughts in his head, not knowing which one to pick to encourage her.

"What if I had said no?"

"Well it would've stopped me from ever trying this again!"

"You've never done this before?" Em looked at him, caressing his eyebrow.

"What, are you kidding me?"

"You look like a pro to me!" she giggled and he pinched her putting an end to it. "If we're in a confession mood, I have a question for you."

"Oh no!" he smiled dragging her in his arms for another kiss.

"I saw the pictures downstairs in the living room. With your parents." She stopped, thinking how to say it. "They are…" she looked at him.

"…white!" She smiled relieved with him finishing the sentence for her.

"Yeah…."

"I was adopted." She looked a bit caught up, not knowing how to react to the news. She looked at him again and she decided.

"You have a lovely family."

"I do. Mom would like you a lot. She's like you. Red head and fiery!"

Emma giggled, cuddling against him, feeling dozed with an unexpected feeling of happiness.

"What do I do tomorrow morning David?"

"Plenty to go until morning babe…"

"You really don't want to think of anything else outside this room, do you?"

"Listen…" he turned her around coming on top of her. "I'm naked, you're naked and this whole naked thing acts like a barrier of some sort, keeps all my attention in here, with us."

She smiled putting her arms around his neck, then sighed still worried.

"Fine. I'll handle this."

"Handle what?" He grinned at her devilishly and disappeared under the covers. Her eyes ran wild for a minute until she realized where he was going but it was too late to react because he took a mouth full of her, like he wanted when he first stepped into the room and it blew her mind away. She fell back between the pillows and abandoned herself to him. She stared at the ceiling in that complete silence with just the sound of the crickets out on the balcony and with him between her legs, sliding his tongue up and down her cleft so slowly it killed her. She closed her eyes and behind the eyelids, his mouth on her lips felt like a source of life, making her body ache with incredible desire.

David cupped her thighs, pushing the knees apart to fit his head better in that hot spot, he so craved for. And he loved to play! He used his tongue to wet all of her and he tasted himself on her lips and it felt like the most erotic thing he'd ever tried; it made him open his mouth and take her inside, sucking on her swollen bud, in repetitive movements, circling round and round, biting slightly, pulling on it until she moaned out a cry, arching on the bed. And then up and down, he licked her clean and if she didn't know better, she'd think her eyes burnt with tears. She felt free and sheltered by the darkness and he made her feel safe. Her mind emptied and every atom in her body focused on him. Under the sheets, David took over her core ready to make her come. His tongue flicked rapidly on her bud and he struggled to keep her hips in place to be able to go on. Emma pulled on the pillow, bringing it up to bite on it, wanting to scream out the pleasure. She wanted him, she wanted him inside her now! She threw the pillow aside and pulled on the covers to get to him, but he didn't let her and before she could find her way to him he drove his fingers inside her, liking on top, faster and faster and her thighs came down on his fingers, running them deep inside her. Girl you're gonna make me come, before I make you come! Are you crazy?

"David!" she urged him to take her but he continued and with one last bite on her bud she let go, with a sharp scream, barely contained within the walls of the room. He kept his lips on her core, until the fire burned out, easing the electric orgasm in her belly, then slowly came up and sank his face in the crook of her neck, brushing his cheek to wipe the sweat away and enjoy her warmth.

"Are you still thinking? 'Cause if you are, there's more where this came from!" Em laughed for a few minutes, unable to stop.

"What about you?"

"I'm ready, standing by!" She burst into a second wave of laughter hiding in his arms.

"You just burnt all my calories…"

"Then we gotta be more careful because I like this just the way it is!" and he hugged her body closely, enjoying the plump shapes, the soft skin and generous curves of her breasts. "Perfect!" She smiled.

"I know you're on stand by, but can I cuddle a bit?" David took over from where she was left with the laughing.

"You are sacrificing me tonight! Fine, cuddle away!" Emma giggled and curled back in his arms. She pressed her knee against his shaft.

"Don't do that… You have five minutes starting…now!"

"To what?" she mumbled against his skin, placing small kisses along his neck.

"To cuddle… stop moving that knee!"

"This knee?" Her lips came on his earlobe.

"I hope you know what you're doing, because you're asking for it…"

"Aham…" He was tense like a string pulled to maximum. The bed covers flew up in the air when he dragged her under. The night resonated with her giggles and soon with her moans. Nothing really mattered outside that room anymore.