Free One Night In Amsterdam by Nadia C. Kavanagh Page A

arms, I wanted to taste her delicate skin with my lips starting from her neck, trailing down to her breasts. I wanted more. More of Emma.
    As if she heard my inner thoughts, she wrapped her arms around my neck.  She parted her lips slightly, enough to allow me in.  We were timid at first, but when my tongue touched hers, there was suddenly an explosion of passion and desire in both of us. Her chest rose and fell in cadence, her breathing deepened and she pulled me closer, her hands caressing my arms. Our bodies were now pressed firmly against each other.  I took a sharp breath when Emma’s hands slipped lower. Her fingers were trailing under the hem of my shirt. I wanted her to peel the shirt off me, and graze her hands over my body. Everywhere her slim fingers touched burned with desire. Her touch was magical, sending shivers down my spine.  My God… she had no idea what she was doing to me.
    I moved an inch away breaking the kiss for a second to take a deep breath. Kissing Emma was mind-blowing. I nestled my face under her ear, teasing her earlobes with my tongue as I cupped her cheekbones softly and then brushed her bare shoulders with the tip of my fingers.  She trembled and moaned in my mouth, “Oh, Dylan!” Hearing her whispering my name in her smooth velvety voice was such a turn on. My name never sounded this sexy before.
    My hands trailed down and rested on the small of her back. She threw her head backwards giving me access to her neck. I inhaled her intoxicating smell, placed soft kisses on her neck all the way down to that maddening valley between her breasts. My eyes closed, I savored the sweet aroma of her lips again, my hands grazed over her legs, climbing up slowly, inch by inch towards her hips, almost touching the thin fabric of her panties. I was burning up with desire with every passing second. She was the only thing that could quench my raging thirst.
    Engulfed in delirious desire, I thought about lifting her up, laying her over the bed naked and adoring every inch of her body with my lips. I wanted to give her pleasure like she never had before. ‘Only if she would let me…’ I wondered inwardly. For the first time in my life, I was worrying about giving pleasure to a girl, instead of rushing to the end to get what I wanted and be done with it.  Emma was too special, and I wanted to be special for her. There was a gleam in her eyes that I couldn’t decipher. Did she want me to continue? Did she have second thoughts about what we started?  I hesitated to take the next step but feeling her soft hands rambling over my chest, gave me the courage I needed. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
    I slowly untied her sundress at her neck. The silky dress gracefully crawled down to her feet. I was speechless at the sight of her impeccable beauty. In her strapless black lacy bra and matching panties, she looked like a goddess - curvy and voluptuous. Her rosy nipples partially hidden underneath the black lace budded from her milky white skin.   Her eyes were closed and her lips were sealed tight as I caressed her delicate skin with my knuckles, skimming over her round, perfect breasts. I wanted to remove that barrier between my sweet fantasy and my mouth immediately.
    I pulled up her silky hair, and lifted her arms above her head. I started kissing the soft skin around her arm pit and her breast, slowly trailing kisses down to her stomach. My hands found the clasp of her bra. I brushed my fingers over thin lace slowly. Her chest rose, and her breathing quickened.  I suddenly stopped, making her open her eyes. Our gazes met instantly.
    “Emma. This is your last chance to say ‘no’. Do you want this?” I asked.
    She nodded once, but it was not enough. I wanted to hear her saying it. “Say it!” I whispered into her ear.
    “I want you to make love to me, Dylan.” She whispered back.
    Upon hearing her confirmation, all hell broke loose in me. I was completely taken by lust. I unclasped her