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She pulls back and gives me another devious smile then dips out from where I’m leaning into her, walking down the hallway toward my office.
My mind floods with the picture of her bent over my desk again, but she stops short of my office door and walks into the guest bath instead. When I follow behind her, I find her turning on the shower.
“Want me to clean up first?” I ask her.
Melody had a thing about sweat. She wanted me to clean off after I’d worked out before she was willing to get within a few feet of me.
But Emily surprises me, yet again.
“Are you kidding?” she says, tugging her top off and chucking it in the sink. “I want to be the one to clean you up.”
At that, I can’t help but launch myself at her, pushing her up against the counter and lifting her so she’s seated atop it. My hands grip her thighs and run up her waist then around to her back to unhook her bra.
Instead of just letting me slide it off of her, she takes my hands and brings them back to the front, pressing them up and under the cups so they’re suddenly full of her cool, soft flesh. Normally, I’m so quick to tug the bra off, but I have to admit, there’s something erotic about rubbing at her nipples with my palms underneath the material, like I’m getting away with something sneaky.
Eventually, the straps fall and she flings her bra away then wraps her arms around my shoulders and tugs me in for another kiss.
“Time to get wet,” she says with a giggle.
I smirk at her. “I assumed you already were wet.”
Emily laughs then hops off the counter, both of us stripping quickly before stepping into the small shower stall in my downstairs bathroom.
I’ll be honest, in my visions of fucking Emily, it was my shower upstairs, not downstairs, with the space and the bench seat and the dual showerhead that I can tug off the wall and hold between her legs until she screams. This average tub-shower combo is not where I envisioned things happening between us.
But when she’s finally stripped naked and winks at me before stepping behind the curtain, I don’t give a flying fuck where this is happening.
The movement from the living room to the sink to the shower seems to have slowed some of the momentum, and we both take a second to soak under the warm water.
But only a few minutes in, Emily lowers herself to the floor, her hands rubbing up my thighs in an almost perfect replication of the visions I’ve had of her on her knees in the shower.
This version of Emily, though, moves a lot slower than the one in my mind that knew I was trying to come on the clock. That Emily knew how to get me off quickly so I could get out of the shower and on with my day.
This Emily…she makes it her duty to strain every single nerve and vein in my body. She makes it her priority to lick and suck and caress every single square inch of my skin to the point that my knees begin to buckle. Once she’s brought me to what feels like the brink before she’s even put me in her mouth, she takes my length and sucks me in in one slow, painful swallow. I can feel her throat muscles putting pressure on the mushroom head of my dick.
“Fuck.”
It’s the only word that comes out of my mouth before I’m coming hard and long and thick down her throat, the waves of pleasure almost violent with how I’ve been caught off guard and am barely able to keep myself upright.
She swallows me down then licks me clean, her additional ministrations sending little electrical bolts zipping up my spine.
Instead of tugging her to her feet, I drop to my knees facing her and yank her wet, naked body against mine, feasting on her lips like a man who is starving.
Because that’s what I am.
I don’t know what kind of goddess-like magic Emily has inside of her, but I feel like I could worship at the altar of her body for the rest of my life.
We lick each other, long and lingering, my hands roving over the curves of her and hers gripping in needy grasps against my back, until my hand moves to the space between her legs. She whimpers when I swipe along her center and then again as I zero in on her clit, tiny motions over and over again that have her shaking fitfully in my arms.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers. “Please don’t…”
Her head tilts back as she looks up at me, her eyes wide and glassy and drunk on desire, and she watches me as she gets closer to the top, as I bring her to the peak and her body tumbles riotously over.
Her hands grip my neck as she braces myself.
“Colton,” she moans, her entire body stringing tight.
I receive her as she slumps into me, wrapping my arms around her and shifting our bodies so we’re embraced from toe to nose along the floor of the tub.
