“Let’s go find the mixer!” I mischeiveously suggested to Emma. The glint in her eye told me I was on to something and we rushed upstairs to give Landon and Veronica some
space.
As soon as we got upstairs and before we even got through the hallway, I grabbed for Emma’s hand pulled her around so she was looking at me. I gave her one last chance to protest before I moved in.
Her gaze darted between my lips and my eyes. She seemed shy or coy, but she ever-so-slightly bit one side of her lip – one of my personal favorite tells.
All of the sudden our tongues clashed as she attempted to climb up my body, her leg wrapping around my ass and her mouth was pulling mine into hers. I wasn’t used to such a vigorous partner, and it emboldened me. I used my body weight to pin her back on the wall. I grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.
She flushed red and I could practically hear her wetness flowing as she pushed her mound into my hip. I spread her lips with my mouth and our tongues fucked each other. It was animalistic, urgent. Each volley of thrusts was bolder, deeper than the last.