Free Emily's Passion by A J Storm Page A

floor. His fingers trailed over my bare shoulders and arms all the while his lips nibbled my ear lobes.
     
    I was leaning back against him breathing heavily as he ravaged my neck and shoulders. My moaning became more frequent and louder encouraging him to go further. He drew his fingers tracing over my forehead down to my eyes, nose, cheeks, and mouth.
     
    “Your face is beautiful when I touch you…more so than when I just look at you. You shiver and moan when I touch every beautiful part of you. And my God, Emily, I can smell your desire for me . Fuck, you smell so good! I bet you are wet, baby. I can’t wait to taste you,” he teased.
     
    My knees almost gave out on me as Alan held me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Have I made you hot?” he whispered by my ear. “Just so you know , I am burning for you right now. Can you feel how hard I am for you?” pressing his rigid cock into my ass and grinding against it.
     
    He placed his hands and slowly started to lift the hem of my tank top up my chest preparing to take it over my head. Once again I could tell he felt my body stiffen when he stopped pulling on my top.
     
    “If you tell me no, Emily, I will stop. I have to tell you though, I want to trace those sexy scars with my fingers and then with my tongue. I want all of you! I want to feel and taste your courage and what makes you the strong beautiful woman that you are.”
     
    My body eased as he continued to kiss and rub his lips over my shoulders. “It’s okay, Alan, go ahead. Just please, go slow and let me breathe through it,” I begged.
     
    “I’ll let you breathe, baby. We will breathe together as one while we move in tandem to our bodies’ rhythm. Here we go…” pulling the tank top over my head letting it fall on top of the chambray shirt.
     
    I closed my eyes tighter; I was afraid Alan was going to be disgusted with my body. Tears pooled in my eyes as I fought hard not to let them fall. I was so damn hot under his lips and hands but I was scared he would stop when he saw my body. He sucked on my shoulders while his fingers gently grazed my collar bone and moved down to where my scars were. He brushed his fingers lightly over the scarred ridges where my breasts had been. I held my breath!
     
    “Emily, breathe! Breathe with me and let me feel you ,” he pleaded. Suddenly, he turned me around to face him and commanded me to open my eyes.
     
    I squeezed them tighter wishing I could hide from his eyes.
     
    “Emily, open your eyes and look at me! Now. . .little girl,” he demanded.
     
    When he used that voice on me, I could do nothing but obey. I opened my eyes as tears rolled down my cheeks. He softly thumbed the tears from my face. “Now, tell me what you are afraid of,” he asked.
     
    I looked down and he immediately tucked his fingers under my chin lifting my head up to those incredible blue-gray eyes. “Answer me,” he insisted.
     
    I looked into his twinkling eyes and replied, “I am afraid you will think I am disgusting and will feel sorry for me.”
     
    “Take your hand and unzip my jeans,” he instructed me.
     
    I blinked back at him wide eyed and he continued, “Now, little girl. Unzip my jeans!” I did as I was told while he still caressed my body with his hands. “Take your hands and help me pull down my jeans. . .carefully,” never taking his eyes from mine.
     
    My eyes became as big as Frisbees but I did as he ordered. Of course he was commando and of course, he was as hard as steel standing at full attention. My eyes were glued to his cock.
     
    “Now Emily, I want you to tell me. Does it look like I am disgusted? Does it look like I feel sorry for you? Hell no, little girl, I want to throw you down on this floor right now and fuck you senseless! You make me hard as a rock and horny as hell,” he blurted out. He moved his eyes down to stare at my chest running the tips of his fingers across both scars. Without taking his eyes off of my scars he