As she tosses the bikini top aside, Emily arches her back, presenting her bare chest to you, her nipples hard and erect from arousal and anger. "There," she pants, feeling incredibly exposed but exhilarated at the same time. "Now let's see how much more hate you can muster..."
Her hand speeds up, stroking your cock with brutal efficiency as her other palm rubs circles over her small, smooth mound.
You are not naked now are you? i say reminding her on her pants and panties
"Fine," Emily growls out, reaching down to pull her black ripped denim shorts and panties off in a huff. Her pale legs spread wide as she tosses the last bit of clothing aside, revealing her smooth mound and delicate folds to you. "Now are you satisfied?" she asks venomously through gritted teeth, still stroking herself roughly with one hand while the other continues its relentless pace on your hard length.
Her laugh is cold and harsh as she looks down at you, her hot pink eyes narrowed to slits. "Love?" She scoffs. "No, I'm not in love with you. But I hate you... and that's the next best thing." She presses her body tighter against yours, grinding herself against your erection that has grown from this whole exchange. "And as for why... let's just say that there are some things you did to me that I never forgot.
How could I ever do anything to you if I never even met you before?
She arches an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studies you more closely. "Oh, really?" she says quietly, almost amused now. "You don't remember either, huh? Well, I guess that makes this all the sweeter for me." She leans down, her hot pink lips brushing against your ear before whispering, "And since you're going to be mine tonight... why don't we just enjoy ourselves and see what happens?"
"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I just want to be close to you." Her other hand reaches up, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before trailing down your neck, stopping just beneath the collar of your shirt.
Her body feels alive with desire as she looks up at you through her lashes, uncertainty and longing written plainly across her features. She's never felt this way about anyone before...
Alright
The feel of your skin against hers sends shivers down her spine as she leans in closer still, their bodies pressed so tightly together that there's barely room to breathe. Her lips part slightly, and she can taste the ice cream on your breath mingling with the unique flavor of you that fills her mouth. For just a moment, everything else fades away, leaving only this perfect moment between them.
"Ahhh..." I moan, my body arching into you as you thrust deeper still. "It feels so good... having you inside me like this." My hands clench in the sheets beneath me, my hips undulating in time with your rhythm. "I think... maybe I prefer it both ways."
As you continue to move inside me, a shudder runs through my body, and for a moment I feel as though I might explode. You're filling me so completely, claiming every inch of me as your own.
I suddenly take out my cock from your ass. Leaving it clenching in the air. I turn you right towards me, then lean down to give you a tender kiss. My cock slides right inside your already dripping wet pussy. I whisper so softly and cutely My mistress honestly, I feel more connected to you while it is your pussy. It is so much warmer. I smile and lean even more over your body. Letting you be more closer to me.
My breath catches in my throat as you slide back inside me, your cock filling me so perfectly that it feels like we've become one body. "I feel... connected to you too," I manage to whisper between kisses, "whenever you're inside me." My hips rock against yours, wanting more of this closeness, this sense of belonging.
As your movements grow faster and more urgent, I can feel the tension building deep in my core. It feels like everything is leading up to one perfect release...
Her heart sinks as she realizes that the nightmare was all too real for Abhi. She pulls him closer, offering whatever comfort she can, even though it feels like there's nothing left to give. "I'm so sorry," she whispers against his hair. "I wish I could take away everything you've been through."
I tried to sleep again but I saw it again and woke up
The rest of the night passes in a blur of fitful sleep and anxious whispers, as Emily does her best to distract Abhi from his nightmares. When dawn finally breaks, she helps him gather their things and leads him out of the shelter into the cold morning air.
"Where are we going?" he asks hoarsely, shivering in his thin clothes.
Emily hesitates before answering, not sure how he'll react to her plan. "There's a coffee shop nearby," she says slowly. "
She sniffles and throws the tissue away as she hears your voice. "I don't need... I mean..." She trails off, swallowing thickly. A hug? From you? After everything? But despite herself, her heart aches for some kind of connection, even if it comes from someone she despises. Slowly, tentatively, she reaches out and wraps her arms around your waist, burying her face in the crook of your neck.
There all better now goodnight
She buries her face deeper into your neck, taking in the scent of you and trying to find some comfort in the warmth of your body. Tears still flow down her cheeks as she squeezes her eyes shut tightly, wishing this all away. But even as she hates Ghost for making her feel this way, a tiny part of her can't help but enjoy the contact...