Emily and I were tangled up on the couch-bed, our lips locked in a slow, heated kiss, bodies pressed tight as I squeezed her ass, teasing her with a firm grip.
She giggled against my mouth, the sound muffled and playful, her breath warm on my face.
Her hands roamed over my chest, tracing the lines of my muscles, then slid lower, brushing down my abs until she found my hardened cock.
Her fingers wrapped around it, stroking gentle but deliberate, sending a spark through me.
"Fuck me…" she murmured, breaking the kiss just enough to speak, her voice low and needy. "Give it to me…"
I pulled back, smirking as I leaned in close, whispering in her ear, "You want me to fuck you?" My breath tickled her skin, and I felt her shiver under me.
"Yeah… do it…" she whispered back, her tone urgent, her hand still stroking me slow, keeping me hard and ready.
