She was so damn wet, so damn tight, and he wanted to come so badly. The wind was blowing sheets of snow into their faces and heaping it against the side of the building. Aunty sex “Stop fighting it and let go, Emily.”
She cried out loudly, her back bowing and her hips thrusting as she rode his face, her hands drawing his head closer. “You’re beautiful,” he said. Emily could relate. Still do, as a matter of fact. So he honed in on her clit with his finger, rubbing it fast and light, and then hard, and then in tight little circles, trying to find out what she liked best. Her arms were sore from carrying the bags around, and her credit card had given up screaming in pain ten purchases ago. I just… well, no use crying for the moon, is there?”
“You are pretty,” he said automatically. The result was less than satisfactory, to her own eyes.
