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

bra and gazed into her tantalizing green eyes. They were enticing, inviting me to the place above the clouds where all worldly matters disappeared, only the sweet sensations, a blissful state of mind existed.
    I slowly lowered my face and flicked my tongue across the two pinky rosebuds hardening instantly with my touch as she ran her fingers through my hair. I took one rosy nipple in my mouth and starting sucking eagerly while I circled the other one with my thumb. How was it possible for someone to taste this sweet? Emma’s soft skin tasted like sweet peaches. I knew I was going to be addicted to that taste right away. I cupped her perfectly round breasts and caressed them gently as I moved down, kissing below her navel.  I slowly dipped the tip of my tongue in her bellybutton and the heat of her skin transferred to my lips instantly.
    I lowered my head further, blowing cool air over her sensitive skin and heard her moans of pleasure. I brushed my hand over her lacy panties and then slipped my index finger slowly under the thin fabric. I teased her gently and watched her squirm under my touch, my warm breath seeping through the thin fabric. Her legs were already wobbly; she grabbed my shoulders to be steady. “Oh, God…” She mumbled softly.
    I hooked another finger under her panties and tugged it off. I kissed her silky white skin of her inner thighs while I grazed both my fingers over her hot and wet spot. I nuzzled my face over intimately, demanding her to spread herself to give me access. Abruptly she tensed and closed her legs. I looked at her eyes beseechingly as I caressed her thighs to make her relax.
    “Relax, Emma. Just let me…” I whispered.
    “I…I …” She stuttered. “I haven’t had sex for a long time.”
    “Don’t worry, leave everything to me,” I assured her.  Then, I lifted her up and carried her to the bed in my arms. Lying on the bed, her slim fingers over her belly and her silky hair cast over her breast, she looked like the Venus in Boticelli’s famous painting.
    “Spread your legs Emma, and don’t be shy. Tell me what you want.” I demanded.
    Her eyes darted up and met mine. She pursed her lips, but did not utter a word. She moved her eyes away before complying with my order. She parted her legs, but only a little bit.
    “Not enough,” I said smilingly and then I kneeled between her legs, separating them further with my knees to give myself the complete access. I patted her gently with my fingers and watched her tremble in pleasure. I knew what she craved for, and I was determined to give it her. I slipped one finger inside of her, touched her gently, my thumb grazing over her curls. I bowed my head and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking her senseless as I eased my fingers in and out. Her eyes closed, she was biting her lips, inhaling long deep breaths. She gave herself to me completely, pressing her hips upward, moving them to the rhythm of my fingers. I could see she was getting close but I wanted her to reach her climax slowly, so I slowed my strokes. Her breathing quickened, and her eyelids slammed shut as I twirled my tongue around her wetness and sucked her hard. Soon, her body stiffened, and then shuddered in pleasure. “Oh, God! Dylan!” She cried out when I touched her one last time with my finger.
    She was completely drained after she came down from her climax. I held her in my arms as she continued to shiver, her heart throbbing fast.  Her breathing slowly became steady again, and she managed to utter. “Thank you!”
    “Why are you thanking me?
    “Because, I received this incredible pleasure while you didn’t get anything…”
    “Believe me Emma. It was my pleasure too.  Watching you climax is a beautiful view.” I confessed, smiling blissfully.
    Her cheeks blushed completely red. She sat on the bed, looked softly into my eyes, then reached for the buttons of my shirt. “Aren’t you a bid overdressed?” She asked friskily, and started