New Years Eve

James bent down, locating the spare key before unlocking the door to Emma's apartment. He had already knocked five times, but Emma had told him that she rarely heard knocking on the front door, with it being so far away from her bedroom. Knowing this, he entered, calling out to her.

"Emma, love," he called out, "I just wanted to check you were alright after what happened earlier."

He called her name again and waited a moment, not wanting to startle her. When there was no response, James moved further into the room, concern for his girlfriend growing. They had been at a New Years Eve party when Emma got into a heated argument with their friend. After that, she had said that she wasn't feeling well and left early.

James checked his watch, 11:02 PM.

It was almost the New Year.

James had never been one for big New Year celebrations, after all, it was just another day. But he knew that to Emma, New Year's Eve was the best day of the year. She was always so full of celebration this time of year, parties, resolutions, bucket lists etc.

It wasn't like her to leave so suddenl--

What was that?

James waited, listening for a moment before he heard it again. There was a faint noise coming from the bathroom, it sounded almost like... was Emma crying?

James hesitated for a moment, he didn't want to invade the privacy of her home after all, but it really didn't feel right leaving her all alone, especially tonight. He headed towards the bathroom, the muffled whimpering sounds growing louder with each step.

He stood outside and listened for a moment.

Taking a deep breath he knocked again before entering "Emma, are you oka-,"

James froze, mouth agape.

He was met with a view he could never have expected.

Through the heated haze of the bathroom, James could make out Emma standing in the shower. No wonder she didn't hear him calling her name. Her head was thrown back, but not in despair as James had expected, no. He tried to make sense of the scene in front of him, she had left early to--those sounds, they weren't--was she--

He gazed at Emma, unable to pull his eyes away from her intimate act. He knew it was wrong to be watching her, but he found himself trapped by the irresistibility of the female form. He observed her face, admiring how her delicate features were arranged into a display of pure bliss. Noting how her eyes were closed and she seemed to be biting her lip to keep herself quiet. Those mewling whimpers were the only evidence of her indisputable enjoyment.

He looked at the exposed, inviting ivory flesh of her neck, at the water cascading down her long auburn hair and dripping down the centre of her breasts. James could feel his pulse racing, his face flushing as he watched her. His breath caught in his throat as he studied her breasts, nipples hardened, begging for attention.

Swallowing thickly, his eyes shifted downwards, travelling across her toned stomach before pausing to watch her skilled hands. Emma had one hand on her clit while the other was plunging deep inside of her.

She was thrusting into herself frantically, releasing such desperate little moans.

Dear god, she was stunning.

Emma shifted her position slightly, grinding herself harder against the shower wall as she spread her legs wider. From this position James had a full view of her exposed pussy, the pink folds were swollen and glistening with more than just water. He watched as she plunged her fingers into her body over and over.

Rubbing her swollen clit, desperately trying to bring herself to orgasm.

James felt himself stiffen, his cock stirring at the erotic sight before him. Yet he knew that he was never meant to see Emma in such a vulnerable position.

Breaking free from his trance, he tore his eyes away and examined the floor. James took a deep breath and cleared his throat, alerting Emma to his presence.

The moment he did, those emerald eyes shot open and fixated on him.

Finding the courage to make eye contact, he watched her face turn from one of pleasure to panic.

She hid her body with her hands, trying to conceal what she had so obviously been doing. "Emma, I am so sorry, I heard your cries I-I- thought you were upset after tonight, I'm so sorry, I will leave I --," James mumbled, rushing through his words and turning to leave as he spoke desperately trying to escape the situation.

As he opened the door to leave he heard Emma's timid voice beckon him, "wait."

He turned back to face the shower to see Emma had returned to her position against the wall, hands moved to expose herself once more.

James gawked at her, she was showing herself in her most vulnerable state, willingly.

"Emma, I don't-, please don't think you have too just because--,"

"James," she cut him off.

Gazing into her green eyes, he saw how relaxed she looked, how comfortable she seemed in his presence. She licked her lips hungrily, eyes filling with unmistakable lust.

She was inviting him in.

James moved towards her, acting upon instinct. Still, he removed his clothes slowly, giving her time to rescind the offer if she changed her mind.

She didn't.

Instead, her eyes followed his every movement.

Eventually, James stood before her wearing nothing but his briefs. He watched as Emma bit her lip, watching the obvious bulge grow. Feeling flustered, he adjusted himself, blushing as a notable wet patch appeared where he had touched. His throat felt thick. He couldn't deny how incredibly exposed and vulnerable he felt, having Emma study him like this.

Although, since he had been doing the exact same thing just a moment ago, he couldn't really complain.

Unsure where to go from here, James waited for Emma's command.

"James," she said, her voice husky, "take them off."

Obeying, James reached down and tugged off the final barrier of clothing, allowing his cock to spring free. He didn't miss the soft gasp that Emma released upon seeing just how hard he was, knowing it was all for her. She smiled, reaching to open the shower door before stepping out. As she did, the scent of her filled the air. James closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. She smelt so fucking good, his cock twitched in response. She stopped a few steps away from him, never breaking eye contact as she spread her legs and returned to touching herself. Spreading her pussy lips and rubbing her clit she showed him exactly what she wanted.

"Kneel," she said simply.

Without question, he obeyed. Dropping to his knees as he maintained the intense eye contact, heart thudding in his chest. Emma replaced her hands with his own, inviting him to pleasure her. James took over, stroking the soft folds of her pussy, feeling her wetness spread across her labia and clitoris as he did. She was gorgeous and her smell up close was even more intoxicating.

When Emma bent down to run her fingers through his dark hair, he couldn't help but moan her name.

After a moment of touching, she guided his mouth closer to her, urging him to taste her. When his mouth finally met her moist flesh she sighed in satisfaction. James kissed her pussy before licking and nibbling at her swollen form. He chuckled as Emma started rocking her hips, holding his face firmly as he flicked his tongue over her clit, gently sucking. Making rhythmic movements, he kissed every inch of her, pushing his tongue inside of her body, desperate to get closer.

Rising to his feet, James met her gaze once more before bringing his lips to hers. Emma instinctively moved closer, deepening the kiss, so clearly desperate to feel more of him. He enveloped her in his arms, exploring her body slowly, moving his hands from her hips to her breasts. Emma broke the kiss as she gasped at his touches, throwing her head back as he pinched her nipples. She continued moaning as she buried her face in his shoulder. Kissing the exposed flesh of his neck, nibbling and sucking hungrily. He could feel himself growing harder against her bare thighs and clearly she felt it too. She broke the kiss, biting her lip in a smirk as she fell to her knees before him.

He could feel the warmth of her breath against his cock as she seductively licked the precum from his cock, moaning at the enthralling taste of him. Chuckling, she teased him, slowly licking along the length of his shaft before placing gentle kisses against his tip. Drops of precum oozed out of him as he groaned.

Her lips, her tongue, her mouth. It all felt so fucking good, he couldn't restrain himself anymore.

He grabbed Emma's wrists pulling her into a standing position before pushing her against the wall, positioning himself just close enough to make her squirm. He hovered there, as he kissed her, teasing the very entrance to her body, feeling her drip around him.

She whimpered as he kissed her, hot and heavy. Never breaking contact as their lips intertwined, tongues exploring hungrily. Insistently, she grinded against him, pushing herself closer and closer to being penetrated.

He could feel her frustration growing as she groaned, "James, I need you."

He smiled, satisfied in the power he had in this moment. He knew that she would do almost anything to have him please her. More than happy to oblige, James grabbed her hips firmly as he finally thrust into her.

Emma screamed in pleasure at finally being one. Digging her nails into his back as he fucked her against the wall, hard. She moaned freely, getting what she had so desperately craved. Instinct took over as she clawed at him, deep enough to leave a mark. She needed to feel him closer, harder, now.

Emma kissed him relentlessly, matching his thrusting pace as he pinned her against the wall.

The pressure from the teasing had left Emma so sensitive that it only took a few more thrusts before she reached her climax, crying out as he held her close and continued to fuck her. She came around his cock, their sweat and juices merging. James could feel the moment that her orgasm crashed over her, cunt throbbing around his cock, threatening to push him over the edge. He managed to restrain himself, barely, gasping for breath as Emma's body clung to him.

Exhausted and dazed they stumbled into the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed together.

James put his arms around Emma, cock pressed gently up against her pussy, begging for release. The friction of his cock against her soft pubic hair made her own desire flare, she needed to cum again. In a singular fluid motion Emma flipped him over and straddled his hips. Pushing herself down onto his cock without warning. She was too fuelled by desire to go slowly.

They both cried out at the sudden intense feeling.

James knew that being sensitive from her first orgasm, all of her senses were heightened. She would feel every twitch of his cock inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him sitting up, allowing his cock to delve deeper inside her, she cried out as he reached new depths in her pussy. Holding onto the headboard for security, she continued riding him frantically, breasts bouncing wildly.

"My god, you have never looked so sexy." James stuttered, brushing his hands across all of her body, starting from her thigh, up across her stomach and breasts until his hand reached her throat. Gently squeezing he grasped her throat pulling her towards him.

He kissed her deeply, keeping one hand on her throat while the other grabbed a chunk of her hair.

"Fuck yes baby, please fuck me harder, make me yours." Emma cried out, desperately loving the feeling of his hands roughly on her body. He continued watching her, thrusting up to meet her frantic movements. Pounding into each other they continued to thrust, getting hotter and deeper, needing to feel a release.

The analog clock on the bedside table caught James's eye, 11:59.44

"Do you want to cum again, Emma?"

"Yes, please, please let me cum."

"Only on my command, do you understand?"

His tone was firm, unquestionable. James struggled to maintain his composure as electricity flooded through his veins. Emma stared at him, eyes wide and pleading, "I understand."

"Good girl," hearing her whimper in approval at his words was enough to push him to the edge.

Checking the clock one more time, James started counting, "Ten."

Her body grinding backwards on his cock felt fucking insane, he had no idea that anything could feel this good. Somehow, he could feel her pussy gripping him tighter as her second orgasm drew closer.

"Nine."

Her body twitched around his own, clinging to one another desperately, "Eight."

"Seven."

"Six."

"Five."

Emma bucked her hips against him, begging silently for the permission to release. Their pace had grown faster as he counted, both clinging to the edge. "Keep going baby, hold it for me, you are doing such a good job."

"Four."

Emma continued to furiously ride him, nibbling on his ear as she moaned and squirmed directly into his ear. Unable to restrain himself, he whimpered as he spoke the next number, "Three."

She felt so fucking good, warm and wet and tight around his cock, all at the same time. The sight of his cock disappearing into her tight, wet pussy while he took control of her most basic desires was consuming them both. James groaned, his body begging for release, "Two."

The breathless little moans she made were too much, he couldn't help it, he needed to fill her, now. Breathless, he panted the final number "One--cum for me Emma, cum with me baby."

Emma came as James whispered her name, her body finally exploding under the explicit instruction. Shuddering as her body throbbed around his cock, draining him of cum. James cried out, practically screaming her name as he came too. Cock erupting, white, hot seed into her pussy. He knew that she could feel every little spurt inside of her, filling her up.

Emma collapsed on top of him, both panting as they caught their breath, "Happy New Year."