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Pls pls PLS Emily x fem reader where Em is a PROFESSOR!! And reader is her colleague and there’s some slow burn tension between them. Smutty deliciousness always:) thank you

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 | Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Warning(s): Slow burn, smut, oral sex, fingering

Word Count: 2707

Characters: Emily Prentiss

Summary: Having had tension filled moments with your colleague, Professor Prentiss, the two of you give in to your lustful desires.

A/N: Thank you so much for this request; I can never get enough of Emily smut. Hope you enjoy lovelies <3

When you first started your job, Professor Prentiss was the first to introduce herself. Her smile was radiant, energy warm. That smile made you feel all warm inside, spreading a smile across your own face. "Emily Prentiss, Psychology Professor. You must be y/n?" The way her lips moves was... entrancing. You nodded in return, eyes moving back to hers as the corner of her mouth tugged into a smirk. Her handshake was firm as you introduced yourself and your position. She wasn't obligated to show you around campus or to your own classroom, but she did, claiming it was the least she could do.

You turned to her with an appreciative grin, not missing the way her eyes darted from your lips to your eyes in a split second. "Thank you again, Prentiss. God knows I'd be lost in this place without your guide." A laugh slipped from your lips as she beamed in return, her tongue gliding across her bottom lip before she bit down on her wettened lip, moving her hand in a dismissing gesture. "Please, call me Emily. Like I said, it's the least I can do, really. You'll love it here."

And you did. As months passed, you found yourself looking forward to seeing her down the hall, sending a subtle nod or wave her way after classes were over, sitting together at lunch. You'd talk about anything and everything, really getting to know each other with the spare time you'd have.

Your brain was in a state of indecisiveness, unable to decipher what exactly you felt for her as you recalled the day you wore a plunging v-line, catching each subtle glance towards your chest she'd make. You could've sworn she could see your heart pounding in your chest. Then there was last week, when the two of you walked through the front doors, and she placed her hand on the mid of your back, hand brushing against yours once you were side by side; Without fail, chills ran through your body whenever she made contact with you. Or the lingering stares between both of you in the quietist of moments. The way her eyes seemed to drag along your body when she didn't think you saw- but oh, you definitely saw.

The moment you couldn't forget was when the two of you went out to a bar a month ago, and you had to drive her very intoxicated self home. She was, to gently say, all over you. When you were about to leave her apartment, her hand wrapped around your wrist, giving it a light tug. You turned to face her, and her lips were on yours. You were shocked, but you kissed her back. She tasted of whisky and cherries, a taste you never wanted to forget. When she pulled back from you, all she whispered was 'stay' before plopping down on her bed. She had passed out almost immediately after, and had no recollection of the night the following day. She just thanked you for bringing her home after you informed her, and you simply said; "It's the least I could do."

As you stood at the back of her class during your free period, you watched her pace back in forth, examining how she managed to keep each of her students captivated. She had passion for her job, and knew she was good at it. She walked and conversated with such confidence that was almost... intimidating. As she dismissed her students, her eyes landed on you in the back, a small smile gracing her features. "Y/N."

"Emily." You greeted, walking down the rows to stand in front of her desk, where she had been sat. Once again, you wore a plunged V-neck, testing the waters today. As you leaned over the desk, you watched as her eyes fought to stay on yours. "I've always heard of how highly our colleagues talk about you and your teaching... after seeing you in action, you've gotta teach me your methods. I can't keep over five of my student's attention for half the class."

She laughed at this, eyebrows raising for a second. "Hate to say it but... it's just natural." She leans back in her chair, head tilting as she looked up to you with a smug look on her face. "Seems like you're a natural at everything."

"You have no idea." A smirk formed on her lips as the atmosphere shifted around you. Something about the random boldness she'd display made you grin. Your type had always been dominant or confident women, and she seemed to fit that type perfectly. If your intuition was right, she was definitely putting out signs for you... but this was your colleague. Your co-worker that you saw every day. Your lips parted, but nothing came out. You didn't even know what she felt for you, if she felt anything; but there was no denying you had formed feelings for her. You still craved that whisky and cherry flavor she left on your lips for those few seconds. "Would you want to have drinks at my place tonight?" Her words pulled you from your thoughts, and your eyes away from her lips. Your eyebrows furrowed for a second before you nodded vaguely. "Yea- Yeah. I'd love that. I could use one after this week."

"I hear you, y/n. Seven fine?" She inquired, playing with your name in her mouth. "Seven's perfect."

You stood outside her apartment door, holding a bottle of pricy red wine in your hand as you adjusted your skin-tight black dress. Just as you began to overthink your decisions, she opened her door, already wearing a toothy grin. "I just thought I'd bring my best bottle of wine." You clarified after seeing her eyes dart to the bottle in hand. "Perfect for our collection tonight." She affirmed, stepping to the side to let you in. The red dress she wore complimented her dark hair and fair complexion tremendously. Red was your favorite color on her; she always wore it so well. As you set the bottle down on her kitchen counter, she met at your side, leaning against the marble. "You look great, y/n."

She hated that the way this black dress clung to your skin so tightly- it was hard for her to focus on anything but how fucking aroused she was. Your hair was pinned up, but there were strands that laid against your cheeks. It took every ounce of her willpower to not reach out and tuck them behind your ears. "You too, Em." You beamed, biting down on your lip as she placed her hand yet again on the mid of your back, guiding you over to the couch. Displayed on the coffee table laid hard liquor, a charcuterie board, fruit bowl, and three lit candles. Quite romantic for just friendly drinking, you noted. As you both sat down, you tucked your leg underneath you, placing your elbow over the top of the cushion. She poured both of you drinks, handing a concoction to you. As you took a sip, your eyes widened. It was strong, but it was good. "Is there anything you're not good at? This is amazing." You admitted as you drank more, watching her shrug. "I'm just a hands on, quick learner."

"What else do I not know about you? I feel like you're full of mysteries."

"Vous n’en avez aucune idée" (You have no idea). She spoke, words so intricate and fluent. Hearing her speak French was... riveting. "What did you just say?" You smiled, watching her mischievously grin in return. "Are you boasting about how much of a natural you are to my face and I'm just clueless or..."

"Je veux vous montrer à quel point je suis naturel." You stare blankly at her, wishing now more than ever that you were able to speak French. You observe her tongue glide across her bottom lip before she bites down on it as she leans closer to you. "I said, I want to show you how much of a natural I am."

Her eyes meet yours as you swallow hard, heart already beating fast. "Are you saying..."

"You know what I'm saying." Her voice is flirtatious but firm as she lifts your chin with a hooked finger, using her spare hand to take your glass and place it on the table. Realization settled within you as chills spiked throughout your body, goosebumps raising on your arms. She laughed softly at your awe-struck expression as she gulped down her drink, placing it on the table before scooching closer to you. "For months... all I could think about was you. Something about you just... makes me crazy. You have no idea how bad I've wanted you." She whispers, tracing her finger down your bare arm. You wanted to laugh at her words; she had no idea how bad you've wanted her.

Still being speechless, you only knew one way to show her what you felt. Your hands met her cheeks as you pulled her lips to yours, enveloping them together. They moved harmoniously; her tongue quick to slip past your lips. One of her hands was gripping your leg as the other held your neck, the kissing becoming more heated and passionate by the second. Her grip on your leg beckoned you to straddle her, so you did, throwing your arms around her neck.

Though it wasn't your first kiss, this one was undoubtedly better than you could've imagined as she put her fingers in your hair, pulling your head back a bit before her lips traveled down to your neck. "Can I touch you?" She inquired between kisses to your neck. You nodded vigorously as her hand moved from your thigh to beneath your dress, rubbing against your clothed cunt tenderly. You jolted slightly, letting out a small laugh as she pulled the skin of your neck between her teeth, littering your neck in hicky's.

Her finger moved back and forth before she pulled your panties to the side, making skin-to-skin contact that made you moan. Pulling away for a split second, she instructed you to open your mouth. As you complied, she put her thumb in your mouth, ordering you to suck on her finger. Her hand was back underneath your dress in a second, thumb rubbing that aching spot in a way that had you arching your back. "God, right there." You moaned as she planted kisses across your chest. "Does that make you feel good?"

"Yes- god yes." You mewled, gripping the couch as she applied more pressure. When she pulled her hand away, you let out a frustrated breath, looking down at her. "I just want to taste you already pretty girl." She shushed you, placing one kiss on your lips before moving your body from its straddled position, flipping you around as she got on her knees next to the couch. Her fingers gripped your thighs, bringing you closer to the edge before removing your undergarment.

As she trailed kisses up and down your thighs, you fidgeted, wanting a release to the immense arousal you were dealing with. "Please Em-" You started, not even able to finish before her tongue was gliding through your folds, sucking tenderly on your clit. One of your hands was gripping the cushions as the other was intertwined with one of hers beside your hip; you had a full view of her going down on you, eyes locked on her lust-filled ones. This certainly wasn't her first time given how skilled she was; she knew exactly what to do and how to do it.

Her tongue circled your aching spot before her lips were around it, sucking gently for a few seconds before cooing, "You taste so fucking good y/n." The way her tongue licked up and down your cunt made you whisper obscenities and pleas, gripping the cushions tighter. Pressure had already been building within your core as you threw your head back, holding her hair away from her face. Your mouth laid agape as she slid a finger inside of you, curling it to that sweet spot as she pumped against it. You were a moaning mess as she ate you out like a starved woman. "Right there-" You managed to spit out, and she obliged you, keeping up with the same pattern. As the pressure released, your back was arching whilst your legs shook. She continued to leave final kisses and licks to your cunt, beaming at the work she had just done before her. As your eyes returned to hers, you watched her suck on her finger, smiling as she withdrew it. "You're such a good girl." She cooed, intertwining her lips with yours once she was at your level.

At this point, you needed to please her. You ached to do so. As you pulled back for a breath, you tugged your dress over your head, taking your heels off. She followed your cue, doing the same. Your hand met hers, pulling her down to sit beside you. The next moments were filled with heavy breaths as you laid her on her back, admiring her breasts before taking one in your mouth, fondling the other with your newly manicured hand. As your tongue teased and flicked her nipple, small gasps left her lips. You moved your mouth to the other breast, treating it the same as the last. "Can I go down on you?" You requested, making sure you had her consent before you proceeded. She nodded in return, watching as you trailed kisses down her abdomen. Your fingers hooked around her black lace underwear, pulling them off and tossing them to the side. You scooched to the edge of the opposite side of the sofa, feet dangling off the end as you perched on your elbows and knees, your ass up in the air.

"Don't mind me, just enjoying the view." She smirked as she pulled your hair up, tilting her head as you smiled. Your mouth was on her cunt in seconds, making sure to savor every inch of her as your tongue explored, licking stripes up and down, circling her clit, etc. You noticed how she'd moan when you switched between flicking your tongue across her clit, followed by sucking tenderly. Her taste simply aroused you, but watching as her hips rolled and her breath hitched was something that could have made you come undone. "You're so good at that- such a good girl." She moaned, tightening her grip around your hair as her eyes shut tightly. You continued what you learned she liked best, plunging your tongue inside of her a couple times as you used three of your fingers to rub against her aching spot. "Fuck y/n!"

She could feel you smiling against her once your tongue replaced your fingers; when you swished her clit within your mouth, she couldn't help but arch her back, whimpering your name, and pet names, continuously. "Faster- right there. That's my good girl." She breathed, and you indulged, moving your tongue at a faster pace to bring her to her climax. Your hand pressed down on her core as the pressure built; her back arched higher as she gripped the side of the couch, curses being thrown out of her mouth as her legs inched closer together.

Her cunt was sopping, but you obliged yourself to lick your work up, savoring the taste of her on your tongue. Her breathing was heavy as her chest rapidly raised and fell; eyes drooped once they met yours. "You did so good y/n. You drive me fucking crazy." She chuckled, pulling you up over her body before crashing her lips on yours. Given you were both out of breath, she poured the two of you another drink, throwing a blanket over both of your bare bodies; you slumped against her as she strung her arm around your shoulders, kissing your forehead once.

"So, is it safe to say this isn't a one-time thing?" You inquired, looking up at her as she took a drink. She grinned down at you, still trying to catch her breath before she tilted your face up towards hers, kissing you softly. As she pulled back, she wore a gentle smile. "Definitely not a one-time thing."

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss smut #emily prentiss x reader #honey’s nsfw reblogs #honey’s emily prentiss #honey’s fic recs

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sugamou · 10 months

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Suspended Conscience

One shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x Gn!Reader

Genre: Angst and comfort

Words: 764

Warnings: dissociation

A/N: This is low-key shit but I'm in a writing slump so please bear with me 🥲 Also you can read this platonically

Knocking came from your front door. The sound traveled and reached you but was never processed. In the blink of an eye, you pulled your body out of bed and walked to the sound's origin, unaware that your legs were moving. Every action was no longer of your own volition; had you cared, you would have fought it, but sometimes taking a back seat to your life was more manageable.

You were watching from afar as words slipped from your mouth, present in the physical but consciousness suspended and cruelly tethered, forced to witness everything play out with no part in it. It was what you had been doing for days. Now you were alone; you’d succumb to it. Sitting in bed, staring blankly at the wall for hours on end, contently.

The process of opening a door is simple. Check who it is, turn the lock, and open the door. So you couldn’t understand why you stood still - for what felt like hours - staring into the gaping space between the peephole and the door handle. Nothing was remotely fascinating about it except a small splatter of white paint that stood out from the brown oak. It managed to hold you hostage for what you believed to be an eternity until another sharp knock jolted you out of your trance.

Turn the lock, and pull the door open. Turn the lock, and pull the door open. Turn the lock, and pull the fucking door open. You screamed down to your body, begging it to listen. As if in spite, your body remained still, hand resting on the door handle, refusing to move until you stopped your infernal demands.

“Are you okay?”

The door, now open, revealed a worrisome-looking figure. When you looked at JJ, you could have burst into tears, that is, if you weren’t both numb and hypersensitive. The two opposing dynamics worked in unison to present you with the hypersensitivity, and your body, the nothingness.

Couch. That’s usually where people converse. That’s where you were. Words were passed between you and JJ, but none were available. All you heard were muffles as you tried to piece together the puzzle of how you got to the sofa in the first place. She looked so clear, almost too clear, like a hologram. The resolution sharp enough to induce a headache.

Staring into her eyes, you wondered if she knew, did she see you were missing.

“What’s going on?” She asked, squinting her eyes and studying your dreary expression.

It was an innocent question meant to cause no harm, which you knew. That didn’t stop the swarm that followed.

‘Say yes.’

‘Say no.’

‘Tell her what’s going on.’

‘Don’t mention anything because she’ll think you’re fucking crazy, you idiot.’

Which you were supposed to choose was comparable to picking between life and death, both extremely attractive. No matter how hard you were trying to stop them, tears welled up in your eyes because, for the god knows what time in the last few days, you once again felt powerless.

“I don’t- I don’t feel you,” traitorous tears prickled in your eyes, looking down at her hand resting on your knee, “I want to feel you. I don’t understand.”

Every word coming out was in your voice; they resonated so deeply you could have cursed yourself for ever letting them slip out. You’d outwardly exposed yourself in a way you’d sworn never to let anyone see.

The floodgates had opened, and intrusive thoughts were flung at you. You’ve said too much. You’re being dramatic and pathetic. Do you think she cares?

The walls closed in on you. You felt everything and nothing, every sound loud and barely audible, the feel of your shirt pressed against your skin sickly tangible, and yet you were also numb to the feeling of it.

“Look at me,” she instructed softly. And you did as you were told, “Good. Now breathe with me, in and out.”

You mimicked her breathing by falling into step with the rise and fall of her chest. Taking a breath in, holding it, then letting it go. After repeating the process a few more times, your pulse slowed, and your heart returned to a regular tempo.

“I’m here.” she took your hand and placed it to her face, “I’m real. This will pass, and I’ll be here when it does. I’m not going anywhere.”

All you could do was stare in awe as tears dribbled down your chin, “Y-you don’t have to stay.”

“I want to. Now come here,” JJ wrapped her arms around you with a gentleness that brought forth another tidal wave of tears. Your head rested comfortably against her shoulder as she ran her fingers through your hair. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

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sugamou · 11 months

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if a girl sends u saucy pics u gotta lose ur shit and act like u never seen a titty before its jus etiquette

#honey’s reblogs

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sugamou · 11 months

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*lifts up my blanket and gestures for you to come lay with me*

#honey’s reblogs

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sugamou · 11 months

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i wish abracadabra works

#honey’s reblogs

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sugamou · 11 months

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emily mit dem großen schwanz

emily prentiss x reader

18+: smut; emily has a penis, unprotected p in v, fingering, edging, mommy kink, dom!emily, v slight degradation

masterlist | word count: 1.9k

a/n - disappointed in myself at my 3 pics, i usually find better ones but i didn’t know what to put considering it’s straight up porn also don't look at me, i'm a hoe i can't help it

Your body was warm after your shower and you wiped a space in the steamed-up mirror in front of you, hoping to somehow gain some semblance of composure before heading back out.

You’d not expected to share a hotel room with Emily tonight - especially not one with just one bed. Of course, that’s all that was available and of course, you’d only packed a t-shirt to pair with your underwear for your sleep.

When you stepped back out to the room Emily was watching the TV with her back pressed against the headboard and she didn’t shy away from staring at your exposed legs, glimpsing a peek at your underwear when you bent over to look in your bag.

It was safe to say that the crush you held was not one-sided. If only Emily could just get her hands on you; the things she imagined, the sounds she hopes you make. There were countless nights when you occupied her senses, picturing you as she fucked herself.

And here you were, looking so precious, pulling your shirt down your legs shyly before taking a careful seat beside her.

She could just ruin you. She just knows you’d look so pretty falling apart beneath her, your eyes pleading while she makes you feel oh so good. She instinctively moved a little closer at the thought, letting her arm brush against yours while her eyes stayed focused ahead of her.

Her hand crept over to your thigh, resting on your skin with daring fingers splayed. She knew what she wanted and you braved a look in her direction with a thick swallow.

Her stare was still on the screen, a casual air that made your cheeks warm. You caught the slightest smirk on her lips when you sucked in a breath, barely even balancing on the line of an appropriate colleague interaction at this point; with the way she inched her hand ever so slightly higher to take a peek at the underwear once hidden by your shirt.

Her eyes were dark and her breathing was physically laboured when her head turned in your direction. She eyed the underwear you tried to conceal with your thighs pushing together and the goosebumps that had raised from her touch.

“Emily, we can’t do this,” you muttered, hardly convincing even yourself with the smallness of your voice and the way you couldn’t bring yourself to move her hand.

“Do what?” she answered with a tilt of her head dripping a faux innocence; sickly sweet as she peered through dark lashes.

“You know what,” you breathed, voice hardly there, shrinking away at the feeling of her fingertips grazing the edge of your underwear.

“You don’t want me to stop,” Emily stated, so matter of fact and you desperately wished she was wrong but the way she looked at you made you ache. “I can see it in your eyes how much you want it.”

Her voice lowered as she moved closer to you, lips ghosting your neck with the heat of her words hitting your skin. “C’mon, sweet girl, give me somethin’.” Her hand squeezed at your thigh with her nails digging into the flesh.

Oh, how you wanted her to be way off the mark but you could feel your body betraying you. Withholding the desires your infatuation with the older woman had caused was quickly going out the window, you couldn’t go back now that the prize is so close. So near that all it took was a tilting of your head to press your lips to hers.

All the building tension between you was obvious in the way your lips slotted together effortlessly, Emily smiled against you at the feeling, finally claiming what she’d had her eyes on for so long now.

Your hand tangled in the hair on the back of her head to keep her close and hers landed on your waist, pulling you onto her to escape the uncomfortable twistings of your bodies. With your knees planted either side of her thighs she could pull you flush against her, roaming her hands beneath your shirt against the warmth of soft skin.

The way your hips mindlessly pushed into hers made her cock twitch in her shorts and the feeling didn’t go unnoticed by you; feeling her growing bulge against your clothed pussy.

Her tongue took all control of yours and her dominant hands pulled your shirt over your head to ogle your body, instantly trailing her lips over your throat and down to your chest; her tongue flicked over a pert nipple and you felt her get even harder at the sigh you let out.

She let you tease her for a little longer, grinding onto her hardening cock with her hold on your waist tightening. But the way she pushed you onto your back was sudden and she laughed darkly at the sight of you beneath her, taking in the perfect sight she’d imagined.

“Such a little tease, hm?” she murmured, cupping your cheek with a domineering push of her thumb past your lips whilst her other hand trailed across your skin to dip beneath the waistband of your underwear. “And so wet for mommy,” she smirked. “I should’ve known you’d be a desperate little slut.”

Her fingers slid through your folds, collecting your arousal with a musing rub over your clit. Her digits slipped into you with ease, curling into you perfectly making your breath hitch in your throat. She watched each reaction to the movement of her fingers fucking into you, each twitch of your hips and closing of your eyes, the biting of your lip between your teeth as she brought you closer and closer to the edge. You looked so pretty, she knew you would, and she had to have your lips on hers again. The kiss was sloppy and heated while you grew wetter by the second and each pump of her digits brought you closer to your climax.

It only made your skin flush even hotter when she pulled her shirt over her head, setting her breasts free which you instantly palmed at much to her enjoyment. Her nipples were sensitive to the tongue you swirled around them, and the thumb you flicked over the buds; she could feel you clenching around her and her cock was aching to feel your warmth around it.

“Em, please,” you whispered with a groan when she pulled away, leaving you on the precipice of a release with only a mocking grin thrown your way and soaked fingers pushing past your slackened jaw.

“Let me have my fun,” she returned, looking down at you with her own hands squeezing at her tits, pinching her nipples between her fingers and thumbs with her head leaning back. “I wanna see you desperate and aching. With your head so dumb all you can focus on is how much you need me.”

Her words made your head spin, not made any better by the sight of her ridding her body of her shorts, setting her hard cock free. She smirked at the way you gawked at her, watching her fingers wrap around her length, pumping it in her hand with the slick of her precum. You’re sure you looked pathetic; growing even wetter by the second, desperately wishing she wasn’t in the way of your thighs clamping together to find any kind of friction you could.

Emily could see the desperation on your face, in the heaviness of your breath and your unwavering stare.

“I just knew you’d look so sweet,” she rasped, sighing at the pleasure of her movements. “Lying on your back, practically begging me to fuck you. Is that what you want, hm? You want mommy to fuck you with her cock?”

“Yes,” you nodded sheepishly, pulling her body into yours with her arms tasting either side of your body and the breath from the huff of her laugh falling onto your cheek, “I need you to fuck me, mommy.”

The kiss she met you with was harsh and bruising, a filthy wanton lust with smacks of lips and breaths heavy against one another. She only pulled away to watch your face as she teased you, grinning mockingly at the annoyed furrow of your brow when she swiped her cock through your dripping folds, coating the length with your arousal.

She groaned at the feeling of your warmth around her, easily pushing the tip of her dick into your hole, inching her way further into your cunt until all she could feel around her was you. You were soaked and she loved it, you basked in the grunt at the back of her throat when she began a steady rhythm of her hips.

Her girth stretched your pussy perfectly, you could easily take each inch of her with how worked up she’d got you; she could feel how she’d succeeded with her teasing.

She brought her thumb between your bodies to draw circles over your swollen clit, bringing you closer to your release and in turn feeling that familiar pressure in her stomach with the way you clenched around her. Emily’s teeth grazed along the pulse point of your neck, blood rushing to your head with all the passion making you dizzy.

She sucked marks into your skin while your hands grasped at her back, aimlessly digging your nails into the backs of her thighs to pull her into you, wordlessly pleading with her to just not stop. The room was filled with moans of pleasure, too preoccupied with your desire that it was hard to think of anything else, to mutter much to her other than blabberings of how good it felt.

“You’re taking me so well,” she muttered against your lips, hardly able to conjure up the words with how close she was to her orgasm. “I’ve been picturing this for too long, baby, how you’d look all filled up with me. And you do not disappoint.”

The way her tongue dragged over your nipple and her teeth dug into the skin, along with the thrusting of her shaft into your sex and her thumb playing with your clit, made you fall apart all over her. Your chest arched into hers with a choked moan with your heart thumping and your hand tightening into a fist in her hair.

And you peered down at her when she pulled out of you, only needing a few strokes of her hand along the length of her soaked cock before ribbons of white shot onto the flesh of your stomach with a grunt of her own. You watched drops of her cum leak from the head of her dick, still feeling the blissful aftermath of your own high.

If anything, she only looked at you more hungrily; as though ravishing you was the only thing on her mind. She swiped two fingers through the seed that painted your skin, bringing them to your lips for you to taste. Your tongue darted out to lick them clean, opening your mouth for her to fuck her fingers into you roughly, not caring about the way your eyes began to water.

“I hope you’re ready for more, sweet girl, ‘cause I’m not ready for this to end just yet,” she winked before trailing kisses down your body, making contact with your cunt again.

If anything was made clear after this first night with Emily, it’s that you’re going to need extra coffee in the morning.

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