I always wonder when Emmie will say it. And yet, she almost always surprises me.

We were fucking in the middle of the day. She was off because her office was being fumigated; I was working from home.

I was sitting in the dining room when she walked in wearing nothing but an apron and said, “Come into the kitchen and fuck me.” Then she turned on her heels and sauntered off, walking a bit on her tiptoes so her ass stuck out in the most provocative way.

I was out of my chair faster than even I thought possible and hurried after her. She was putting dishes away when I entered, bending and stooping and sticking her ass out so I could see the wet pinkness of her pussy when she moved just right.

“Em…” I said, swallowing hard as she bent to grab a plate, and I saw how flushed and drenched she was between her thighs.

“Come on, then,” she said. Emmie put the plate away, turned to me, and pulled the tie on the apron. When it released and the apron sagged, she pulled the garment over her head and dropped it on the floor. There she was — spectacular and buck naked — her nipples hard, her hip cocked, that lovely butterfly tattoo on her hip beckoning me. I licked my lips.

“Are you going to?”

“What?”

“Fuck me?” she asked, laughing.

“Yes,” I said. “But first…” First, I wanted a taste of that sweet, sweet pussy of hers. I dropped to my knees and pushed her back against the counter. I parted her thighs and ran my fingers over that impossibly soft skin. Then I nuzzled her sex, inhaling the perfect scent of her before touching my tongue to her clit. Her button was swollen and hot beneath my tongue. I licked and sucked until she was grinding against my face and begging me with her moans.

She came with a loud cry. When I stood, she unfastened my pants and finally got them off. Then she tugged me forward by my rigid dick. The feel of her hot little hand wrapped around me was overwhelming and wonderful.

“Get wet,” she whispered. “Get your cock wet in me.”

She rubbed my erection along the slippery split of her pussy. I thrust inside her once, twice, three times but then she pulled away. She was gasping for air, and I have to admit I wasn’t faring much better. Emmie turned her back to me, braced herself against the sink, and said over her shoulder. “Fuck my ass, baby.”

I gripped her hips hard — I knew she liked that — and nudged the tight ring of her asshole with the tip of my prick. Emmie pushed back against me, showing me how ready she was with her body. She moaned, and when I finally took my cock in hand and began to press steadily to enter her, she sighed. I got the head in and stilled, waiting for her body to cue me to go further. I like to go slow. To pay attention to all the small nuances of Emmie’s body talking to mine.

She rubbed her clit furiously, and without saying a word came a second time. Then she bore back against me, forcing my cock deeper into her back hole. I put my hands on her hips and began to fuck her in slow, controlled strokes. Emmie hung her head and hummed softly. She turned to look at me over her shoulder and smiled. “I like when we do this.”

“Me, too,” I managed, my voice not much more than a throaty whisper.

“I have to be in the mood, but when I get in the mood. Oh…”

I’d pressed deep. I stilled again and let her wiggle on the end of my prick like a fish on a line. She was so gorgeous in the yellow splashes of sun from the window. “When you get in the mood?” I prompted, moving slightly from side to side.

“I really get in the mood. I want it bad when I want it,” she said. Then Emmie took a step back and angled her body more severely. I was about to ask her what she was doing when I felt her fingers through the thin barrier of flesh separating her cunt and ass. She’d shoved three digits inside her pussy and was finger-fucking herself while I took her back door.

I bit my lip hard at the added sensation and the knowledge of what she was doing.

“Can you feel that?” she asked, thrusting her bundle of fingers deep inside.

I could feel every ripple of it and nodded. Then I managed to utter, “Yeah, I can feel it.”

My rhythm had picked up and so had my pulse. My heart pounded so hard that I felt the beat in my neck and my temples. Pleasure flooded my body as I slid in and out of her tight back hole. I felt her fingers grazing my length as she pushed her digits inside herself. She wiggled and laughed softly.

The sensation caused a rush of warmth in me. Any moment I’d be coming. I could tell my time was growing short. I gripped her hips and squeezed so hard that she gasped. Emmie likes when I leave a few fingerprints on her skin. She told me she likes to look at them later, to trace the faint marks and remember what we did when I gave them to her. They’re a special souvenir.

I drove into her more forcefully, pausing to give myself a few extra moments of this time. Of this pleasure. I rotated my hips so that we both let out low moans in unison.

“I’m going to come soon,” she said.

“Me, too.” I found myself laughing. How had my boring work-at-home afternoon turned into ass-fucking in the kitchen?

“I want us to come together,” she said. I could tell she tightened her pussy around her own fingers because I felt the tightness and tension build in her ass, as well.

I nodded. “Okay. Yes, good. Soon, so soon…”

I began to move. Emmie pushed her fingers deeper and then slid them out. She repeated the motion, and I realized I could hear the wetness of her cunt from her ministrations. The sounds told me how turned on she was. I pushed my hand to her lower back, angled her a bit more, and then began to thrust in earnest, sliding in and out of her ass with ease. The visual of her body taking my cock was more than I could handle. I stared, transfixed as the rigid length of my cock slid in and out of what seemed an impossibly small opening.

Aware that I was on the edge of coming, I grabbed her hips hard and slammed my cock into her ass repeatedly. Emmie squealed with pleasure and surprised me by thrusting herself back against me.

“Oh fuck yes! Harder!” she begged.

The first hard spasm of orgasm hit, and I cursed. That was all it took for Emmie. She thrust her fingers, curled them, and then she was coming, too, the hard contractions of her release echoing throughout the rest of her body. I felt her spasming ass clench around me, and I was done. My own orgasm rocketed through me so fast that I felt lightheaded. I trembled above her, trying to hang on to every fleeting flicker of pleasure.

I looped my arm around her waist and gently kissed the back of her neck. “How come I never know you’re going to ask for this?” I whispered.

“Because I never know when I’m going to ask for it,” she said. Then she turned toward me for a kiss. “But isn’t that half the fun?”

It is. It definitely is.

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