Page 53 of Family Bonds- Emma & Warren

She cracked her eyes open when she felt the coolness of his touch gone from her body.

He was bending over and tossing a condom next to her on the bed, then dropping his boxer briefs.

When his cock sprang free she felt her tongue roll across her upper lip.

“How long are you going to make me wait for that?”

“Until I know you’re ready again,” he said.

She lifted and removed her panties before he tore them off of her.

“I got waxed just for you,” she said. “Do you like it?”

She was bare down there but for a tiny little swatch shaped like an arrow pointing him where to go.

The woman doing her waxing had laughed. She thought it was funny herself.

“Fuckkkkk,” he said. “You’re a piece of work.”

“Glad I can give you something that you might not have gotten from someone else,” she said.

Those jealous genes she never had before had reared a tiny ugly head when she was planning this all out in her head.

“You have no idea,” he said, grabbing her ankles and pulling her toward the edge of the bed.

He went down on his knees, his head disappearing between her legs, his lips suctioning on her swollen bud as he’d done to her nipples.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned again. “That’s it. Right there. Jesus, you’re good.”

He wasn’t doing much more other than staying on that spot, but the pressure building was level eight magnitude with the ground getting ready to crumble.

Her hand was slapping around on the bed where she’d thought the condom landed.

No way she was finishing this way a second time.

She needed him in her and she needed itnow!

When she felt the package in her hand, she nudged him back, his lips almost smacking at the sound of being disengaged.

“Put it on now,” she said. “And give me what I’ve been waiting for.”

His eyes looked a little wide, then a smile filled his face.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

He opened the wrapper, then one-handedly slid it over him, her eyes never moving from the action.

Talk about coordination.

That’s what she was going to tell herself rather than the amount of experience he might have.

He stayed standing on the edge of the bed, her legs now hanging off until he hooked her thighs inside his elbows, lurched forward, found her opening perfectly, and slammed in with the precision of the winning score at the end of the game.

She got up on her elbows to watch. There was no way she was missing this.

His sculptured body moved towards hers while she was spread open and vulnerable for the taking.

Oh, he took her, and he took her hard.