The front door swung open and Emily turned as Erik entered, offered him a bright smile.
He took one look at her – dressed in a stretched out tank top and panties and nothing else – and groaned. "Are you trying to kill me?"
She glanced down at her outfit as if only just realizing why it might be objectionable. "It's too hot..." she whined, pouted.
"It's Africa," he pointed out, "What did you expect?"
She rolled her eyes. "I didn't expect my husband to object to me wearing less clothing..." she teased.
He approached behind her where she was leaning against the kitchen table, pressed his hips firmly against her ass so she could feel his growing hard-on. "Believe me," he husked beside her ear, "I have no objection..."
She let out a shuddering breath, eyes falling shut as his teeth grazed the shell of her ear. "I want you," she managed to choke out, words catching in her throat. "Please, Erik..." She shifted her hips back, putting pressure on his cock to punctuate her pleas.
His hand slid from where it was wrapped around her hip to cup her breast, finding her nipple already pebbled in spite of the heat. For a few moments, he teased the sensitive bud with his thumb, making her whimper with need.
Finally, she could stand his teasing no longer and she demanded, "Fuck me, Erik! Please..."
"Someone's impatient..." he scolded, his other hand travelling between her legs, stroking her faintly through her panties without giving her what she so desperately wanted.
"I've waited eleven years to be fucked by you," she said breathlessly, bucking her hips against his hand, desperate for more than he was giving her. "Damn right, I'm impatient."
He laughed and she could feel the deep rumble of it through his chest pressed up against her back. He pinched her nipple roughly, making her gasp. "Beg me," he demanded.
Her head lolled back against his shoulder, eyes shut tight. "Please, Erik," she said on a shuddering breath. "I need you."
"Tell me what you want," he pressed. One finger ghosted over her clit and she shuddered; he could feel the wetness already soaking her panties with the faintest ministration.
"I want you to fuck me," she begged, "I want your cock inside me, filling me up...I want it hard and rough until I can't fucking walk tomorrow. Please, fuck me – I need you so bad."
"Gladly," he growled, sending a tremor of excitement down her spine. He slipped two fingers inside her soaked pussy, slowly pumping them in and out, making her keen. "You're so fucking wet, Em..." he groaned and she could feel his cock twitching against her ass.
"I told you," she rasped, thrusting her hips against his hand, eager for more friction, "I've been waiting a long time for this..."
He curled his fingers inside her and she cried out sharply, legs nearly giving out from under her. He pumped his fingers sloppily in and out and she could hear the squelching sound of his fingers in her cunt, coated by her juices.
"Yes, Erik," she whimpered, "Right there..." She could feel herself clenching around his fingers, on the edge of release, but before she could quite get there, he'd removed his hand from inside her and she nearly sobbed at the lack of contact.
He offered his slick fingers to her and she eagerly took them into her mouth, tasting herself as she sucked them clean. "Good girl," he murmured. With the other hand, he tenderly swept the hair off the back of her neck, pressing soft kisses along her neck, then sank his teeth into her skin, making her squeak with surprise.
She released his fingers with a wet pop. "Stop teasing," she begged. "I want your cock..."
"You want me?" he taunted her. She could hear the sound of his zipper as he pulled out his cock.
She nodded eagerly.
"You going to take all of me like a good little girl?" He stroked his cock slowly, enjoying the sight of her bent over the table, dripping wet and begging for him.
"Erik, please," she nearly sobbed, desperate and ready to be fucked until she couldn't remember her own name.
Finally, he stopped teasing, lining himself up with her entrance and pushing inside with a groan. She gasped sharply at the intrusion – it had been so long since she'd been penetrated that the feel of his impressive length inside her took her breath away.
"Em, you feel so good," he groaned once he was fully seated within her.
She couldn't quite manage words just then, still struggling to breathe, simply nodding her agreement because God, did it feel good...
He withdrew slowly, cock nearly falling from her body before pushing back in, making her moan, head falling forward so that her hair swung down in a dark curtain past her eyes. He set a steady rhythm of push and pull, easily bringing her closer and closer to the edge of climax once again.
"I need more," she rasped, voice thick with wanton desire, "Harder..."
He chuckled softly, breath hot on the back of her neck, as he obliged, slamming into her forcefully enough that her hips bumped sharply against the edge of the table, sure to leave bruises.
"Touch yourself," he commanded as he quickened his pace, the only sounds in the room that of heavy breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh.
She obeyed, one hand going to her clit, rubbing it in sharp counterpoint to his thrusts, bringing herself that much closer to release. She could feel herself tightening around his cock, the sensation bringing a nearly animalistic growl of pleasure from deep in his throat.
"Erik," she cried, voice quivering with her heavy breathing, "You feel so good... I'm gonna cum..."
His hand came around her throat then, fingers deliberate and careful as they tighten and she gasped, a thrill chasing down her spine. She didn't know what exactly it was – the loss of control or the loss of oxygen or the rush of adrenalin – but something about the feeling of his fingers closing around her throat sent pleasure coursing through her like nothing else she'd ever experienced.
His thrusts became erratic and sloppy as his grip tightened and she struggled for air until he came with a guttural cry and a rush of cum deep inside her. His calloused fingers found her clit then and rubbed furiously against it until he felt her body go taut against him, every nerve, every muscle thrumming with the force of her orgasm.
His hand on her neck went slack then so he could hear her screams of pleasure as she came and she obliged, his name falling from her lips over and over, until she was completely spent.
"Was it worth the wait?" he asked as he pulled out of her.
She let out a small laugh as she caught her breath, still supporting herself against the table, not quite trusting her legs to support her just then. "I don't know..." she teased. "I might need another demonstration..."
