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Ty

W hen Emma kisses me, the final wall I had put up around me to keep her out comes crashing down. All of a sudden, I feel the overwhelming desire to lose myself in the comfort that being with her sexually offers. I can forget everything and just focus on her, even if only for a little while.

I kiss her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth, enjoying the sweet taste of her as I roll her onto her back. I run my hands along the planes of her body, enjoying how the silk of her nightgown glides along her smooth skin. Her nipples harden under my touch, and she practically purrs with arousal as I lift up her nightdress to reveal her bareness underneath. I work my way down her body, trailing kisses along the skin leaving it goosepimpled as I make my way to finally stop, my head between her thighs.

I pause for a moment, breathing her in before I slide my tongue up and down the length of her tasting her arousal and enjoying how she becomes wet at my touch. She moans softly as I enjoy pleasuring her with my tongue. She tastes so good I could do this all day, and I can feel myself hardening without her having to touch me at all.

I slowly slide one finger and then another inside her, feeling how wet she is for me and moving them back and forth in time with the strokes of my tongue.

“Fuck, Ty…” she moans and my cock twitches in response.

I continue to tease her, enjoying how soaking wet she becomes as I bring her closer and closer to orgasm, her juices dripping down my hand.

I could pleasure Emma all day and never get tired of her.

“Cum for me, let me taste you,” I growl, burying my head between her thighs and pushing my tongue in her slit as I can feel her pussy pulsing on my fingers, her orgasm building.

“Oh god, yes, that feels incredible,” she moans in that ridiculously sexy way of hers.

She arches her back, writhing and moaning as I bring her to climax with my tongue.

“Fuck, yes, Ty!” she screams as she cums hard, her hands in my hair. I’d be perfectly happy to leave it at that, to just pleasure her and not find my own release but she commands, “Fuck me, please!” and I’m helpless to refuse.

She’s so wet that I push inside her with relative ease, her pussy fits around my cock like a glove. I hold myself above her, her legs wrapped around my waist, and allow myself to take in her beauty, For Emma naked and lost in the moment is even more beautiful than at any other time, especially now she’s in my bed and I’ve got her all to myself. I’m happy to share her with the guys, andalways will be, but I can’t say I’m mad about it just being us for a change.

I want to make this last as long as I can. I lean down to kiss her as I start to move slowly inside her. I take my time, not wanting to rush things, simply moving slowly so we can feel every sensation. Alternating between kissing her on the neck, lips, and sucking her pert nipples.

“Oh god, Ty,” she moans biting her lip and looking at me.

Her eyes lock onto mine and I feel that same, deep connection that goes beyond words or even physicality. I lose all track of time as I continue to pleasure Emma until we’re both breathless, sweaty, and spent, crying out as we climax simultaneously.

After we clean up in the bathroom Emma picks up her nightgown and stands there holding it, seeming uncertain of what to do, perhaps debating if she should go back to her room. It’s the last thing I want, so I scoop her up and carry her over to the bed.

“Sleep in here with me tonight?” I ask my voice coming out as more of a demand than a question, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

I climb into the bed next to her, pulling her in close and she rests her head on my chest. “Thank you, for telling me about Danielle,” she says softly.

I don’t know how to respond so I simply kiss her gently on the forehead and promise, “I will try to be less distant, with you and Max.”

“If I ever get him home,” she says forlornly.

“You will,” I say firmly.

She yawns and nods, seeming satisfied with that response, at least for now.

“Shall I turn off the light?” I say.

“Maybe… but can we keep talking for a little while?”

“Sure,” I respond, turning off the light and plunging the room into darkness.

She gently asks me questions about Danielle, allowing me to think about my little girl for the first time in a long time and talk about her other than to tell people how she died. It’s nice and for once I don’t feel sad remembering her. I don’t know how long we talk before the conversation eventually dwindles and Emma’s breathing becomes deeper.

I lie there contemplating the night and how Emma and I seem to have formed a deeper connection than I ever anticipated. I will never know how I’ve been lucky enough to have someone like her in my life. After losing Danielle I thought I’d never find happiness again. But then in the most unlikely of places I find myself feeling like I can move on. I’ll never forget my girl, never get over the loss of her, but with Emma by my side, things feel a little brighter.