Emmie was too shocked at first to respond and sensing her hesitation, Deidara ended the kiss reluctantly. Emmie realized that she didn't want it to end. She put her arms around his neck and returned his fervor. Their tongues caressed each other and Emmie moved her lips to meld them more firmly to Deidara's. A phone in the apartment rang, forcing them apart. "Interrupted, as fricking usual," Deidara muttered, annoyed. "Come on, the neighbors would get really suspicious about all this noise, the cops should be here soonish," Emmie stepped back, "We'll continue back home!" she tossed over her shoulder casually. Brightening, Deidara grabbed a Louis Vuitton duffel and stuffed it with the valuables they had set aside. Satisfied, the two surveyed the mayhem they caused. Emmie sighed, "We gotta get rid of the cigarettes and bottles." There was a lot to collect. "No problem, wipe the bat, I'll take care of the bottles," Deidara quickly gathered the broken bits of bottles that used to be the necks and threw them in the dishwasher and turned it on. Making sure he got all the cigarette and blunts he dumped them in the sink and turned on the garbage disposal. Shaking her head at his methods, she held out her hand which Deidara took. Using the edge of his shirt, he wiped that door handle clean and shut it.
Giggling madly they ran hand in hand with Emmie holding her shoes with one hand and Deidara lugging a duffel bag containing several million dollars worth of luxury goods. They got to the apartment drunk on alcohol and adrenaline.
The second the apartment door closed, Deidara stripped off his jacket and with both hands cupped Emiliana's face for a thorough kiss. Emmie threw her shoes into a corner and slid her arms around his narrow waist. Not pausing for breaths, they stumbled to the bed. "Shit, fuck this shirt," Deidara cursed struggling with the small buttons. "Calm down," Emmie said, amused. "There's no rush, we have all night." Deidara surged forward but kissed her gently, surprising her. "I'm just afraid this is a dream and you'd change your mind and I'll wake up alone as usual." He leaned back on his heels, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Emmie reached for his face and he leaned into her hand like a cat, mouthing a kiss into her palm.
Emmie sat up and helped him undo the buttons one at a time pushing him down onto his back once the shirt was off. She traced his tattoos with her tongue and kissed the butterfly on his neck. "There's another tat I want your lips on," he looked down pointedly. "Want me to stop?" Emmie threatened. "No," Deidara murmured running his hands up and down her body, mapping out every soft curve and graceful line. Taking a plunge, he slid his hands under the slits of her dress, the calluses on his hands catching her soft sensitive skin, making her squeeze her thighs around his torso more firmly. Deidara ran his hands firmly over her shapely thighs, his eyes lidded, a lazy smirk on his lips.
"Holy hell, you actually went commando," he breathed. Emmie unbuttoned the top part and took the dress off completely. "Jesus. Goddamn, you didn't wear anything under this thing. That's the hottest thing I've ever seen." The look he gave her was worshipful and Emmie felt a fluttering excitement .
"I couldn't be telling you all my secrets now," she teased and helped him wriggle out of his trousers. Sitting up, he rolled onto a condom then held onto her hips to guide her down onto his dick. Emmie let out a breathy moan as she bottomed out, lust washing over her. It has been a while since she had slept with someone but Deidara wasn't just someone. Emmie rolled her hips slowly and he gasped out a strangled prayer, feeling her wetness drip, coating his balls. Holding onto her ass to stabilize her while she impaled her body on his dick, creating a smooth rhythm as they rocked together. Deidara gripped her ass tightly and kissed his way down her neck. Emmie tilted her head back, giving him full access to her throat and tangled her fingers in his leonine mane.
"Babe, you're sexy as hell. Please," Deidara panted locking his gaze with hers. Deidara's crystalline blue eyes had darkened and his pupils were blown with desire. He looked like he was hooked on a drug and couldn't get enough. The thought of him being addicted to her body made her even wetter. "Take what you need," Emmie purred.
Deidara let out a throaty growl and flipped her over, fucking her in earnest. Emmie's eyes rolled back, her senses were on overload. His cock fit perfectly in her pussy, Deidara muttered in her ear. She panted, arousal building while he thrusted in her and murmured all sorts of filth into her mouth.
Emmie felt stretched in a good way, she felt his silky hardness filling her. Deidara was larger than expected and knew how to use his cock. Alternating between punishing thrusts and slow shallow strokes, he brought her to the edge more times than her lustful mind could count.
They fit so perfectly together, her vagina seemed to hold him tightly and his hot member deep inside made her feel so hot and full. "Fuck, you're so tight," he moaned ramming himself as deep as possible. "Harder! Fuck me Deidara! I want more!" Emmie arched her back in pleasure. Roughly palming her breasts, Deidara pounded her pussy harder. "Cum for me baby, let go," he breathed, his rhythm starting to stutter.
Closing her eyes, Emmie wondered if he knew how hard it was for her to let go. Letting go involved trusting someone to catch her. Could she trust him? Emmie opened her eyes to see Deidara leaning over her, sweat soaked golden hair clinging to his neck and shoulders. His skin glistened, making his tattoos glow and his blue eyes blazed like the hottest part of a flame. All for her, she did this to him, Emmie thought and with a shudder, she let go and Deidara held her in his arms as she rode out her orgasm. Her high felt like she was free-falling though euphoria. Pleasurable fire radiating from her core and exploding over her nerves. In her passion Emmie clawed at his back and shoulders leaving raised welts.
Deidara thrusted wildly above her, biting her shoulder, he rode out his own orgasm before dropping down on her. Tenderly running his hand along her face, he leaned in for a quick kiss before rolling off of her to throw away the condom. Returning to Emmie's side, he flopped down on the bed and drew the covers up. Dropping a kiss on her shoulder he said raspily, "Next time, let's fuck in the shower." Emmie let out a breathless laugh. "Maybe, depends how well you eat pussy," and grabbed his hand, lacing his rough fingers together with her own smooth digits.