Jake and Emily approached the entrance to his apartment building, their hands still intertwined. The night watchman nodded respectfully as he held the door open for them. "Good evening, Mr. Thompson," he greeted, his eyes briefly taking in Emily's appearance, knowing that Jake was really going to have a good evening.
"Evening, Brian," Jake replied with a tired smile as they crossed the polished marble lobby toward the elevators.
Once inside the elevator, Jake put his hand on Emily’s back, his fingers tracing small circles on the bare skin through the open section of her dress. "You were quite the hit tonight," Jake murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I saw how all those old men were hanging on your every word."
Emily laughed softly, leaning into his touch. "I was just being friendly; although, I’m sure their wives will want to send me thank-you notes when they get the lay of their lives tonight,” her blue eyes sparkled mischievously behind her glasses as she looked up at him.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Jake led her down the hallway to his apartment. Inside, Jake flicked on the lights, illuminating his spacious, tastefully decorated living room. "Make yourself comfortable," he said, shrugging off his tuxedo jacket and draping it over a chair. "Would you like a drink?"
Emily kicked off her heels with a relieved sigh. "Just water. I've had enough champagne for one night." She moved to the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the city skyline, a tapestry of twinkling lights against the night sky.
Jake returned from the kitchen with two glasses of water, pausing momentarily to admire Emily's silhouette against the window. The midnight blue of her dress seemed to blend with the night sky beyond the glass, making her appear almost ethereal. "Here," he said softly, coming up behind her and handing her a glass.
Emily took a sip, setting the glass down on a nearby table before turning to face him. "Thanks," she replied, reaching up to loosen his bow tie completely, letting it hang around his neck. Her fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them slowly, one by one. "You look good in a tux, but I like your office attire better,” she said with a wink. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, her fingertips trailing over his warm skin. Next, she reached around his waist and unhooked his cummerbund, tossing it to the side. She knelt before him and untied his shoes, helping him step out of them before removing his socks.
Looking up at him from her position on the floor, her eyes gleamed with a deep longing. Her slender fingers deftly worked his button and zipper, then pulled his tailored tuxedo pants down his legs along with his boxer briefs, liberating his semi-hard cock. She leaned in close, her breath a warm caress against his skin, placing a tender kiss on the sensitive tip of his penis, her lips soft and velvety.
Rising from her kneeling position, Emily slowly removed her dress, allowing the fabric to cascade down her lithe figure, pooling at her feet like the dark, mysterious waters of the midnight sea. She pressed her nude body against his, her breasts and hardening nipples brushing against his chest. “Tonight, you are going to fuck me where you never have before,” she tempted seductively.
Jake regarded her with a playful, lopsided grin. “In my bedroom?” he teased.
“That too,” she responded, giving his cock a squeeze then turning and sauntering across the living room towards the hallway, her bare ass beckoning him like a siren’s song.
Jake grabbed the two glasses of water, figuring they would need to rehydrate later, turned off the lights, plunging the space into moonlit darkness, and headed towards the bedroom. Setting the glasses down on the nightstand, he heard the gentle spray of water echo from the ensuite as Emily turned on the shower.
Casually leaning against the doorframe, he watched her step into the shower, the warm water cascading over her magnificent naked body. He stared dreamily at her as she tilted her head back, letting the water sluice over her long, dark hair.
She turned to face him, water droplets clinging to her eyelashes. "Are you going to just stand there and watch, or are you going to join me?" Emily called out, her voice playful as she ran her hands over her wet body.
Jake smiled and stepped into the shower, the warm spray enveloping them both as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, tongues dancing together as their wet, slick bodies pressed against one another. Emily's hands roamed across his back, feeling the firm muscles beneath her fingertips.
Jake reached for the shower gel, squeezing a generous amount into his palm before beginning to wash her body with deliberate, sensual movements. His soapy hands, gliding over her shoulders, down her arms, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they stood erect and sensitive.
Emily sighed softly, her head gently tilting forward to rest against his broad chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart beneath his wet skin. He reached around her, his hands moving with a tender, deliberate touch, lathering her smooth, elegant back. His fingers glided lower, tracing the graceful curve of her perfectly shaped ass, exploring every contour with a loving caress.
Emily turned in his arms, pressing her soapy, slick bottom against him, his hard cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass. Jake continued to wash her body, his hands once again finding her breasts, caressing and squeezing them as he trailed kisses across her wet shoulder. She gasped as one of his hands slid down her stomach and between her legs, gently parting her folds and slipping a finger inside her. She pushed back against him, sliding her butt up and down, stroking his erection with her cheeks as he continued to finger her.
"Jake," she panted softly, “I think we need to rinse off and continue this in the bedroom.”
Jake reluctantly withdrew his finger, turning her to face him for a final, passionate kiss under the warm cascade. The water drummed rhythmically around them, and the scent of soap mingled with the humid air. They quickly rinsed the silky lather from their bodies before stepping out onto the absorbent bath mat. Jake reached for two fluffy towels hanging from the nearby rack, handing one to Emily to dry her hair. With the other, he tenderly dried her skin in gentle, sweeping strokes, moving with deliberate slowness over her breasts and bottom. Emily closed her eyes, savoring the gentleness and attentiveness as Jake caressed her body with the towel, each stroke a quiet expression of affection.
Allowing her towel to slip from her fingers onto the floor, Emily pulled another off the towel bar. "My turn," she murmured, her voice a soft promise. She began to dry his chest and arms with slow, deliberate motions, the towel whispering across his skin. Her hands journeyed down his torso, the towel tracing every contour, until she knelt to carefully dry his legs. Jake's erection stood proudly before her face. She couldn't resist the temptation to tease him, and softly sucked on the head as she continued to dry him off with careful devotion.
Emily rose to her feet and turned to face the mirror, searching through the vanity drawers for a comb or brush. Putting on her glasses and looking at Jake’s reflection, she gestured towards the bedroom, “I want to run a comb through my hair. I’ll be right in.”
Jake gave her a butt a playful swat and went to unmake the bed. He propped himself against the headboard and slowly masturbated as he waited for Emily to join him. The bedroom was painted in a lustrous glow, like a scene from a dream, from the full moon's silvery beams that cascaded through the window. A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, her damp hair combed back sleekly, shining like a raven's wing in the lunar light. She removed her glasses and set them on the nightstand, then picked up her glass of water and took a delicate sip.
"You’re going to remember tonight for a long time," Emily said, her voice a sultry promise as she climbed onto the bed, crawling towards Jake on hands and knees with feline grace. His eyes followed every movement, captivated by the way her small, pert breasts swayed as she moved. She straddled his hips, positioning herself above his erect cock before she leaned down to kiss him deeply, her wet hair creating a curtain around their faces. As her tongue sought out his, she slowly lowered her hips, her sopping wet pussy fully engulfing him. They moaned into each other’s mouths at the sensation, his hands moving to cup her ass, squeezing the firm flesh.
Emily placed her hands on his shoulders for support and began to ride his cock, her body undulating in a slow, mesmerizing rhythm. Jake watched, entranced, as her beautiful face contorted with pleasure, her eyes half-closed and lips parted in ecstasy. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the sounds of their coupling filling the moonlit bedroom.
"I love having your cock inside me," Emily moaned, increasing her pace. Each time she sank down, taking him completely inside her, a soft gasp escaped her lips. Her movements were fluid and deliberate, rising and falling with the practiced ease of a woman who knew exactly how to fuck. Jake's hands roamed her body, caressing her hips and waist before sliding up to cup her breasts, his thumbs circling her hardened nipples.
"Isn’t that a coincidence," Jake grunted, thrusting upward to meet her movements, savoring the sensation of her slick inner walls gripping and releasing him. "I love being inside you."
Emily's spine curved like a bow as she leaned back, her hands sliding behind her to rest firmly on Jake's thighs. Her dark, silky hair swirled around her head as she relentlessly bounced up and down on his shaft. Jake captured her sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and gave them a sharp pinch and tug, eliciting a passionate cry from Emily’s lips.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Emily panted, her body quivering as the intense pleasure coursed through her. Her movements became erratic, her rhythm faltering as she clenched around his cock, her vagina pulsating with each spasm of her orgasm. As the intensity of her climax began to ebb, Emily collapsed forward onto Jake's chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Give me a second," she whispered, placing soft kisses and nibbles on his neck.
Jake wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as her breathing steadied. After a moment, she pushed herself up, her blue eyes dark with renewed desire. "You make me cum so hard," she purred, lifting herself off of him, his slickened cock slipping out of her warm sheath. She repositioned herself on all fours, presenting her perfect, heart-shaped bottom to him. "Jake, please fuck me in the ass," she pleaded, looking back over her shoulder with a sultry expression.
Jake knelt behind her, his wet cock glistening in the moonlight. He ran his hands appreciatively over the smooth curves of her bottom before gently spreading her cheeks. The tight, puckered entrance to her most intimate passage beckoned him. He reached into the bedside drawer and retrieved a small bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers. He carefully circled her pink starfish with his slick finger, watching as the muscle clenched and relaxed under his touch. Slowly, he pressed a finger inside, feeling the resistance gradually give way.
Emily winced, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her as she pushed back against his probing digit. Jake added a second finger, gently stretching her. Her breathing quickened, small whimpers escaping her lips as he worked his fingers in and out of the snug hole. “Stick your cock in me,” she moaned.
Jake withdrew his fingers and applied more lubricant to his throbbing erection, stroking himself slowly to fully coat his member as he stared at Emily’s perfect ass. He positioned himself behind her, the blunt head of his dick pressing against her prepared entrance. With exquisite patience, he began to push forward, feeling the tight ring of muscle gradually yield to his persistent pressure.
Emily let out a yelp when his bulbous head slipped inside, her sphincter clamping down tightly around him, her back arching at the sharp mix of pain and pleasure. Jake paused, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion, his hands soothingly caressing her lower back and hips.
"Ready?" he asked, restraining against the primal urge to ram himself deep inside her.
"Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Keep going."
Jake meticulously pressed forward, his cock steadily vanishing into the snug haven of her tight butt, inch by exquisite inch. The sensation was overwhelming—her ass gripped him like a velvet vise, scorching and unyielding. Once he was fully impaled within her, he remained still, savoring the exquisite tightness enveloping him.
Emily's initial discomfort began to ebb, replaced by a burgeoning ecstasy that radiated through her core. "Fuck me," she breathed, a soft demand as she pressed back against him, her body craving more.
Jake pulled out until only the head remained ensconced, then slowly glided back in, savoring the feeling along his shaft. His pace quickened with each thrust, establishing a steady rhythm. His fingers sank into the supple flesh of her hips, each surge forward eliciting a gasp or moan from Emily. The sight of his cock disappearing into her ass was mesmerizing, a raw, erotic tableau that he found intensely arousing.
Emily cried out, lowering her head until her forehead rested against the coolness of the sheets. The feeling of being so completely filled, so thoroughly possessed, was all-consuming. She licked her fingers and reached between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it with wild abandon. Her body started trembling at the dual stimulation, sending shockwaves through her over-sensitive system.
Jake’s thrusts became more forceful, his hips slapping against her upturned bottom with each powerful plunge. Emily's moans grew louder, more desperate, as she teetered on the precipice of another climax.
"Oh… my… fucking… god," she grunted, each word clipped and muffled by the mattress, squeezed out by the force of Jake ramming into her. Her voice was ragged, a testament to the unrestrained, carnal pounding she was receiving.
Jake maintained his rhythm, his breathing growing more labored as the tight heat of her ass enveloped him, drawing him closer to release. His hands moved from her hips, one gripping her shoulder with firm possessiveness, while the other entwined in her raven hair, yanking her head back. He pulled her back against him as he drove deeper, claiming her with each powerful thrust. He could feel her body tensing, every muscle coiled like a spring ready to snap.
Emily's orgasm struck like an avalanche, her entire body convulsing as ecstasy tore through her, raw and unbridled. She screamed into the bedding, her ass clamping down on Jake's cock with such force that he could barely move. The pulsing, rhythmic contractions around his shaft sent him over the edge, his vision blurring as the intensity of the moment consumed him.
“Fffuucckk,” a guttural sound torn from Jake’s chest as he buried himself deep inside, his cock twitching and pulsing as his hips flexed, pumping her ass full of semen. They remained connected for long moments, their bodies slick with sweat, chests heaving as the last tremors of their orgasms subsided as they recovered from the ferocity of the fuck.
Exhausted, they flopped down on the mattress, their bodies entwined in the silvery moonlight streaming through the windows. Jake's arm wrapped around Emily, cupping her breast, as she nestled against his chest, her breathing gradually returning to normal. The scent of sex hung in the air, mingling with the cool night breeze that drifted through the slightly open window.
Emily placed her hand atop his, savoring the comforting warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. "That was incredible," she murmured softly, her voice laced with a subtle note of melancholy that slipped past Jake, lost in the languid fog of his post-orgasmic haze.
"Mmm," Jake murmured in agreement, his voice heavy with drowsiness, as he pressed a tender kiss to the back of her head, inhaling the fresh, clean scent of her damp hair. "Em, I think I’m fall…" His words trailed off, swallowed by the soft embrace of sleep that claimed him.
Emily's chest constricted at his unfinished confession, a wave of guilt crashing over her like a cold, relentless wave. She closed her eyes, etching into her memory the feel of his body against hers, the warmth of his skin, the way his breathing deepened as sleep claimed him. "Jake?" she whispered into the quiet night, but his only response was the gentle cadence of his breathing. “I’m sorry,” she breathed, a solitary tear tracing a path down her cheek, glistening in the dim light before exhaustion gently pulled her into slumber.
—oOo—
Jake awoke to a gentle kiss on his forehead, the tender sensation pulling him from a dream. His eyes fluttered open, greeted by the early dawn light that filtered through the window. Emily stood beside the bed, already dressed, her brilliant blue eyes peering down at him through the lenses of her glasses. Her silhouette was framed by the soft light, casting a serene aura around her. “What… what’s going on? Where are you going?” he asked, confused, reaching out to grasp her hand, seeking clarity.
“Sorry, I have a lot I need to do today,” she replied, her voice gentle and accompanied by an apologetic smile that tugged at the corners of her lips.
Jake began to stir, pushing the sheet aside with the intention of getting up. “Just let me throw some clothes on and I’ll drive you home,” he offered.
"No, Jake, you stay in bed, I'll get a cab," Emily insisted, pulling the sheet back up to cover him once more. She leaned over, her lips meeting his in a lingering kiss, as if she were imprinting the memory of it onto her heart. "Thank you for last night," she whispered, her voice soft, her eyes shadowed with a hint of sadness.
Jake reluctantly settled back against the pillows, still groggy from sleep. "At least let me make you coffee," he offered, unwilling to let her leave so soon.
Emily shook her head, her dark hair swaying softly with the motion. "Really, I have to go," she explained, straightening up and adjusting her glasses.
“Ok, I guess I will see you tomorrow at the office,” he replied, managing a smile that masked his reluctance to see her leave.
She offered him one last look, a moment that felt heavy with unspoken words. “Uh huh,” she murmured before turning and walking out of the bedroom. He listened to the clicking of her heels on the hardwood as she crossed his apartment, followed by the subdued click of the front door closing. The sudden silence felt heavy and oppressive. Jake stared up at the ceiling, a vague sense of unease settling over him. He couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had happened, something just beyond his understanding.
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