Chapter Two: Emma Returns

The room we were in wasn't fancy, but it had character. A jacuzzi in the corner, a little kitchenette tucked away. The air still smelled like sweat and skin and that unmistakable scent of sex charged the air. I stood at the table, naked, sipping cold water and catching my breath. Behind me, she lay across the bed--legs open slightly, still flushed from the last round. Her body shone under the soft light. The sheen of sweat on her skin, the way the fine hairs on her arms caught the light, the gentle rise and fall of her chest--it was pure, animal beauty.

She got up, walked over, her movements quick and determined, not like she was trying to recover. Her small, perfectly rounded ass swayed as she moved. She reached for the water, and I handed it to her, but my other hand found her waist. I stroked her side, fingertips trailing over the dip of her hip. Goosebumps rose instantly.

"You're pure energy," I muttered, watching her body react to just a light touch.

She looked at me, eyes dark and playful. "I know. You brought that out in me."

And before I could say anything else, she dropped to her knees.

"You need to cum again," she said, almost half like a command and half dripping with desire.

She took my half hard cock in her mouth with zero hesitation. No teasing, no buildup. Just full intent. Her lips wrapped around me, tongue working like she knew exactly how to unravel me. She bobbed fast and deep, her rhythm relentless. I was rock-hard and throbbing in seconds. I let my hands fall to her head, holding gently at first, but she didn't slow down. If anything, she moaned and pushed deeper.

I took control, started fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts at first but working up to a frenzy. She slurped and groaned, pulling at my hips, urging me to go faster and deeper. My cock hit the back of her throat, and she didn't flinch. I hesitated, worried I might be too rough, but she looked up, eyes glassy and wild, and gripped my ass and pulled me harder and harder.

"Don't stop," she mumbled around me.

I didn't. I held her head and slammed my cock right to the base, her nose against me, her throat wrapped tight around my shaft. I could feel it building--tight, intense, inevitable. I buried myself in her one last time and came hard. She swallowed every drop without missing a beat, then leaned back on her heels, licking her lips like she was proud of herself.

After we cleaned up and I drove back to Durban. I had a family thing that night, so I didn't message her.

After that first time in PMB, things felt unfinished. Not because the sex wasn't good--it was insane--but because something in me shifted. I couldn't stop thinking about her. The way her body moved, the way she moaned, how responsive she was to every touch. She didn't just enjoy sex--she surrendered to it. That stuck with me.

A few days later, in conversation, she told me that she felt a little used. Said it stung that I left right after. I didn't brush it off. I reminded her I'd told her about my plans, but I also told her I understood. She wasn't wrong. She understood too.

Later that night, I brought up something that had been on my mind.

"Do you remember what pushed you over the edge that first time?"

She replied instantly. "Yeah. When your tongue touched my asshole. I completely lost control."

"You've never had that done to you before?" I asked.

"Never," she said. "No one has."

I told her how hot that was when she exploded into orgasm like that. How I couldn't stop thinking about it. Then I asked if she'd ever tried anal.

"No," she said firmly. But there was curiosity behind it.

"If I lick you there again, will you consider doing anal."

She paused just a beat. "Okay."

A few weeks later we made plans. I booked a beach flat in Umdloti. Picked her up from a friend's place and drove straight there. The moment we walked in, it was like someone hit fast forward.

Clothes came off. Hands everywhere. Mouths hungry.

We didn't speak. We devoured.

She jumped on me, legs wrapped around my waist, grinding her slick body against mine. I laid her down on the couch, kissed her like I owned her, tasted every inch I could. Her breasts fit perfectly in my hands--small, tight, nipples hard and sensitive. Her ass, small and perfectly round, under my grip.

I slid into her easy this time. Her body opened up for me, but it was still tight, still wet. Every movement made her moan. We kissed, we grinded, we held on to each other like the world outside didn't exist.

When I pulled out, her thighs were quivering. I dropped between them and started licking her, slowly and deliberately. Her clit, her folds, her hole--then lower. She didn't stop me. She opened her legs wider. Inviting.

I spread her cheeks and circled her asshole with my tongue. She gasped--high-pitched, surprised, turned on beyond reason. Her hips rocked back against me, searching for more. I flipped her over and spread her cheeks apart. My tongue taking over like it had a mind of it's own.

My tongue pressed harder. Rimming, licking and probing. I worked her asshole slowly while slipping a finger inside her dripping pussy. Letting her savour every sensation. As my tongue forced into her ring, her body started to convulse. She gripped the cushions and moaned so loud it echoed.

When she came, it was like her whole body tried to fold in on itself. I pulled her up, kissed her deep, then slid my cock back into her pussy. Slow. Deep. Her pussy gripped me with every stroke.

She looked into my eyes and whispered, "Don't stop. Please." I didn't. I felt her come again, and that rhythmic pulsing of her pussy pulled me over the edge. I slammed in as far as it would go and held her tight as I came deep inside her.

We stayed tangled, breathing heavy, hearts thudding.

And yeah--I had a little trick I was dying to try.

But that's another chapter.