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every single movement she made as I drove myself deep inside her. Her legs entwined around my ankles and one of her hands slipped down between our bodies, her fingers rubbing at her clit.
    She lifted herself off the bed, driving upwards with her hips to meet each new thrust, encouraging me deeper. Her pussy clenched tight.
    I buried my face in her neck and kissed her throat. Her hair was damp with her perspiration. I pressed my lips to her ear, so she could hear the rising tempo and urgency in my breathing. My senses became overwhelmed with the scent of her perfume and the aroma of sex that hung like a veil in the air. I immersed myself in it and then bit her shoulder, hard enough that she made a sound like a squeal that blended into a deep throaty moan.
    I reached the verge of my own orgasm. My breath sounded hoarse in my own ears. My eyes were screwed shut. I hunted for Emily’s mouth and when I felt the softness of her lips, I kissed her with a fierce blend of desire and passion.
    When I came, Emily rode the waves with me, melting her body against mine, pressing forward where I pulled away and softening herself against the pressure of my chest so that we were completely connected, skin-on-skin from our feet to our lips.
    It took a long time for me to return from the far distant place of release and profound emptiness. Emily was lying pliant and waiting beneath me. Her eyes were huge, her expression significant. I kissed her more tenderly and then lay beside her on the bed, still breathing hard. I gave her permission to come.
    Emily’s fingers flew gratefully between her spread legs. She was slick with the nectar of her own long-held arousal and the warm rush of my release. She closed her eyes. I propped myself up onto one elbow and casually drew one of her nipples into my mouth.
    Emily touched herself tentatively for a few moments until her fingers were glistening with her moistness. She let out a long breath that became a gasp, and then her fingers turned into a blur – as though the moment could not be withheld for an instant longer.
    Her orgasm left her broken – shattered into separate loose pieces.
    It was a compelling, intimate moment to watch, as though I were stealing a look at a private piece of her very soul.
    We spent the rest of the night together and in the morning I followed her into work. The day was fraught with significant looks, secret touches and hushed, flirting conversation. I trailed her back to her apartment that evening, and we went driving up into the mountains in my car.
    The night was warm and filled with stars. We parked in a clearing just off the road that had a view down across the lights of the city. The only sound was the buzzing of insects. I ordered Emily to get undressed and then she perched herself precariously sideways in her seat and leaned across the center console of the car to take my cock in her mouth.
    After the night before, she was timid, and I put the palm of my hand between her shoulder blades to encourage her to take me deep down her throat.
    I sat back in the bucket seat, staring at the cabin light. Emily was making pleasant sucking sounds, and I could feel myself become fully hard. I reached around behind Emily and slid my hand between her thighs. Her pussy was already wet – the teasing play throughout the day had lingering side-effects. When the tip of my finger slipped between the folds of her sex, she stopped sucking my cock and laid her cheek on my lap, looking at me.
    I began to slowly fuck her with my finger, encouraged by her moans and little gasps of delicious arousal. She began to rock back and forth slowly, her back arched, the long tendrils of her dark hair teasing across my cock like the brush of feathers.
    After several minutes the air was rich with the musky scent of her aroma. She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and began to stroke me slowly. I used the wetness of her pussy to glide my fingers in tight circles over her clit, and she shuffled