Free Twisted Arrangement 4 by Mora Early Page B

down her closed slit. Emma bucked. Her hands came up to clutch at his shoulders.
     
    “Josh, please! I need...”
     
    “What, Emma? What do you need?” he murmured against the hard jut of her hip.
     
    “You! God, Josh, I need you. Now.” Her voice was low and urgent. He felt the flood of moisture against his fingers. She was drenched. But he wasn’t ready to skip to the main event quite yet.
    Apparently sensing his intent, Emma took matters into her own hands. Literally. She slid her palms down his chest to tease the hard plane of his belly and then around to his back. She delved beneath the waistband of his pants and boxers, gripping and kneading the cheeks of his ass. His cock throbbed in response.
     
    One hand seemed content to stay at that location, but of course the other strayed forward and a second later her slender fingers wrapped around his rigid shaft.
     
    Josh moaned, claiming Emma’s mouth again as she began to stroke him with a firm, hot grip. She rubbed the smooth silk of her palm over the sensitive head of his cock, smearing pre-cum and making his nerve endings sizzle.
     
    She drew him free of the confines of his boxers and pants, rubbing, squeezing, driving him crazy. Too quickly he felt the pressure building, the heavy pleasure pooling in his gut.
     
    He tugged her hands free, placing them on his chest, holding them there. “Emma, just... wait.”
     
    “I don’t know if I can.” Her voice shook, the words almost choked. With need. For him.
     
    The realization burned away any last semblance of caution in him. Josh groaned and rolled on top of her so suddenly he worried for a moment he’d crushed her. But her soft sigh of relief brushed his ear as her arms snaked around his waist.
     
    Emma’s lips brushed his jaw, her tongue lapping, mouth sucking at his skin. She arched, rubbing the wet satin of her slit along the length of his shaft. She was so hot she burned him through the fabric of his pants, and Josh felt a deep thrill of anticipation for the feel of her naked flesh, no barrier between them.
     
    He’d never been so glad to have the whole birth control discussion in his life as he had been on their wedding night when Emma had told him she was on the pill and he could forgo a condom. If he wanted, she’d said. As if he’d want anything other than to feel her, skin to skin.
     
    He pushed to his knees now and swiftly shed his clothes, staring down at Emma’s body. In the darkness of the bedroom she was little more than a pale form below him, and yet Josh felt as if he could trace every curve and hollow with his eyes. The vision of her body was so burned into his brain he didn’t need light to see her.
     
    Emma’s dark hair was spread out around her head, her cheeks flushed, eyes glittering, lips damp and parted. Her tongue flicked out to lick them as she stared back up at him. Her shoulders glimmered pale and white in the shadows, the soft mounds of her breasts swaying slightly as she reached for him where he knelt between her thighs.
     
    The smooth plane of her belly trembled with each ragged breath and her hips twitched, her knees rubbing restlessly against his thighs. Unable to stand not touching her for another second, Josh bent forward. She must see him too, because her hands unerringly stroked over his ribs and slid around his back, pulling him down on top of her.
     
    Josh slipped his arms under her shoulders, cradled her head, lifting her mouth to his. He paused, their lips an inch apart, meeting her eyes in the gloom. Emma’s legs curled around his waist, the sensitive head of his cock brushed along the slippery cleft of her sex.
     
    “Christ, Emma.” His breath shuddered out of his as she lifted her hips, pressing herself onto him, her slick passage engulfing the first few inches of his rigid shaft.
     
    She inhaled deeply, sharing his breath, her hands clutching at his back. Josh brushed his mouth over hers, barely touching, as he sank into her warm, satin