I did yook you

I almost came in my pants when I saw Emmae above me just now: pinching her own tits, gagged on her own panties, gazing at me with her self-described ‘fuck-me’ eyes. I love seeing her fall apart, and tasting her makes it that much better. She won’t let me mark her in easily visible places, so I compensate by leaving extra marks in the hidden areas. There will be a fuck ton of bite marks on her torso tomorrow. Hopefully we aren’t planning on going swimming, or she’ll be stuck wearing a one-piece… I smirk, thinking about how annoyed she’ll act, but how turned on she’ll actually be.  When I reach her neck, and start murmuring her favorite phrases into her neck, she groans against her panty-gag and my impossibly hard cock gets harder.

 

I’m trying (with little success) to unbuckle my belt with one hand, since my other hand is occupied, mercilessly fucking her with my fingers. As if she can read my mind, she brings her hands down to unfasten my belt and pants, pushing them down just enough to let my cock out. I remove my fingers from her pussy, and she lets out frustrated whimper as her hips try and chase my hand.

 

I shake my head, admonishing her, “Nuh uh uh,” (Emmae likes to pretend she hates it when I scold her like a toddler. If I tried this outside of sex, she’d have my nuts for a necklace, but in this setting, she totally gets off on it). She gives me a feigned look of apology. I grab her under her ass so I can hike her up higher. With our considerable height difference, I have to lift her up off the floor to fuck her against the wall. As if she’s had a ton of practice (she has), she grips my cock in her hand, lining it up with her entrance as I thrust up into her and her legs wrap around my waist to lock me in place. She releases a satisfied moan as I stretch her out. I pull her hips a few inches from the wall – it gives her some room to move her hips and meet my thrusts with ease. 

 

When we fuck against a wall, Emmae usually likes me to take her from behind. I share her enthusiasm for that technique (even if it is tricky given how much shorter she is). It’s fucking hot when her cheeks or forehead are plastered into the wall while I’m pounding into her. However, there’s no way in hell I’m going to put her face on any wall in this establishment. We’re probably due for some face-to-face wall sex, anyway.

 

As I thrust up with force, she closes her eyes and slams her head back against the wall. “Fuck, Princess… You’re so fucking wet.” She moans into her gag as she rotates her hips while I thrust up into her in a way that gets both of us off fast. We’re well-practiced in the art of the ‘quickie.’ We don’t always have the time to languidly explore every inch of each other as we work our way up to orgasms. We can make “hard and fast” work for us when we need to. For instance, it’s useful when we’re having a quick fuck in a theme park restroom while unsuspecting park-goers stroll by on the other side of the wall.

 

She can’t engage in dirty talk like she usually does since her speech is, by necessity, stifled. But her desperate moans are a whole different kind of arousing. Since there could be innocent ears nearby, I have to whisper all of my filthy thoughts into her ears. When I tilt my hips at a new angle, she releases an enthusiastic moan.

 

“You like that, Princess?” She nods, making lewd sounds against her gag. I continue thrusting, and I can see she’s getting close but can’t quite get there. “You wanna come, don’t you?” She nods. “You want me to fuck you harder?” She furrows her brows and nods furiously. I oblige, snapping my hips against her with increased force. “Faster?” She moans in assent. I increase the pace. “Touch yourself, Princess.” Her hand darts to her clit and she starts rubbing in furious tiny circles. “Open your eyes…” She complies, and she looks absolutely desperate. “Good girl… Now touch yourself and make yourself come, baby…”

 

She throws her head back again, baring her neck, and it’s taking everything in me to control the urge to bite her exposed flesh and leave my mark on her. I feel my hands gripping her ass harder as the tension inside of me builds. I feel the walls of her cunt fluttering, and I know I’m about to be pulled over the edge with her. Her whole body tenses up as she hits her climax and she releases a gratified moan as her cunt starts pulsating around my cock. With a few more forceful thrusts, I release myself deep inside of her with a shameless groan of my own. I still myself within her and we pause for a few seconds. We’re breathing heavily and there are beads of sweat rolling down our faces.

 

While we recover, I’m resting my forehead against her collarbone and I can feel her tangling her fingers into my hair so she can give me a light massage into my scalp.  I told her once that I love coming down like that – recovering my strength as she plays with my hair or rubs tiny patterns against my scalp. Now she does it every chance she gets, and I fucking love her for it.

 

She unwraps a leg from around my waist as I let her slide down, catching herself on the ball of her sandaled foot. She brings a hand to her face, presumably to remove the impromptu gag from her mouth. “Bernard, my other sandal – can you grab it?”

 

I pull out of her and take a step back to fetch the sandal that landed a few feet behind me. I turn back around and the sight in front of me takes my breath away. Emmae is absolutely disheveled – leaning slack against the wall, balancing on one foot, naked from the waist down, the top of her shirt shoved down with her tits exposed, her panties dangling from a finger with her other hand against her forehead… Yeah, this is going in the spank bank.

 

I hand her back her sandal with a smirk, then re-situate my pants. I can’t take my eyes off of her.

 

“What?” She looks at me questioningly.

 

I huff a laugh, “Nothing. You look well and truly fucked.”

 

She gives me a lopsided grin and rolls her eyes. “Speak for yourself, Bell.”

 

I check the mirror and my hair is wild, sticking in all directions. I nod my approval, “Well done, Princess…” I pinch her thigh just as she slips her other sandal on and she yelps while jumping away from me. I won’t lie – I wanted to see her tits bounce a bit. Emmae rolls her eyes, knowing exactly what just went through my mind. I go back to trying to make my hair look a little less fucked while she bends down to grab her shorts. While she’s distracted I snatch her panties out of her hand and put them in my pocket. I smirk when she narrows her eyes at me, but she doesn’t fight me on it. We finish getting dressed, and she fixes her hair into a ponytail, checking in the mirror to make sure I didn’t leave any marks.

 

“I know you think you’re trying to tease me, keeping my panties as a little souvenir… But I don’t think you took into account the fact that every time you check out my ass, which you do constantly, you’re going to remember I’m not wearing anything under my shorts.” She cocks her head to the side, “Hmm. Who is going to be more tortured this afternoon?” Fuck. That’s why she didn’t fight me when I snatched them from her hands… I lean down so I can groan against her neck, knowing that move always leaves her tingling with need. I bite her earlobe for good measure. She tries to look nonchalant as she shrugs her shoulders, but I can see her pupils are blown and she’s practically biting a hole into her lower lip.

 

Emmae pulls me in for a kiss. “We should totally do that again sometime.”

 

I laugh, “Agreed.”

 

She cracks the door open so she can peek outside. “Good, there’s nobody around.” She darts out the door, pulling me with her, “Come on, hurry up before someone sees!” I chuckle at how flustered she gets when she’s worried about being caught. She shoots me a glare, but laughs with me once we’re farther from the bathrooms. We’re holding hands, laughing like giddy teenagers as we make our way back to the Tilt-A-Whirl, where Alex and her friend are getting back in line for another round. I come to a halt and tug her back to me, wrapping my other arm around her waist and pulling her in for a slow kiss. She melts against me as I disentangle our fingers so I can bring my hand up to cup her face. She brings her arms around my neck and tilts her head to deepen the kiss. I could get lost in this woman…  We’re interrupted by hoots and hollers from Alex and her friend (and their newly acquired league of followers). Emmae is blushing a furious shade of red as she breaks the kiss, but laughs and takes a bow for our audience.

 

She takes my hand again and pulls me over to where Katelyn’s parents are standing. Angela, the mom shoots us a raised eyebrow with a beaming smile. I’ve met Angela before when she brought Alex home or when we picked up Katelyn for sleepovers. I haven’t met Katelyn’s dad, yet, but he looks like a nice enough guy. “Bernard, you know Angela.” I nod and I’m about to extend my hand for a handshake but she pulls me in for a hug instead. Emmae warned me before I met Angela that she was a “huggy” person, but somehow I keep forgetting how huggy she is. “And this is Will, her husband.” He extends a hand like a normal person and I give a firm handshake. I’m grateful he isn’t one of those guys who uses handshakes as a display of dominance and tries to break my hand as a way of greeting.

 

The four of us talk about family, and the kids’ schooling and other domestic shit while waiting for the girls to get their fill of the Tilt-A-Whirl. In a move that surprises nobody, Katelyn and Alex implore for both families to spend the rest of the day together at the park. And even more unsurprisingly, we all agree with to their proposed terms (“Katelyn and I can ride all the rides together, that way none of you have to ride them with us!”).

 

Emmae and I spend the rest of the afternoon and evening teasing the fuck out of each other with clever innuendo and tormenting touches. By the time we get home and tuck in an already-sleeping Alex, Emmae and I are both boiling over with lust. Thank fuck we didn’t over-exert ourselves at the park today.

 

As Emmae quietly closes Alex’s door and walks back toward the kitchen, I drag my gaze hungrily up and down her body. She sees this and reciprocates in earnest while biting her lower lip, knowing it drives me crazy. Once she’s finally standing in front of me, she hooks a finger through one of my belt loops and pulls me in for a lazy kiss that quickly becomes scorching with need.

 

I break the kiss and quietly speak against her ear, “Drink two glasses of water and eat something substantial – not just a few crackers.”

 

She smirks, “Suggestions?”

 

I go over to the fridge and pull out yogurt and blueberries, along with orange juice I pour in a glass. “Here – carbs and protein.” I take the opportunity to trail my knuckles up and down her body, grazing her shoulders, nipples, and abdomen.. Her pupils are blown and her breaths are coming quick and shallow. “I’ve got plans for this body tonight, and you’re gonna need the energy, Princess.” She smiles with excitement and gets to finishing up the snack I put out. “I’ll meet you upstairs when you’re done.” She nods with a smirk.

 

I’ve got a thousand ideas racing through my head already. The only problem I face is deciding where to start…