Free Emily's Passion by A J Storm Page B

asked, “Has my erection gone down, Emily?”
     
    I was shocked at his question feeling completely vulnerable but continued to stare at his cock. It was just as erect as it was before. “No,” I replied quietly. Then he looked back to my face reverently stroking my cheek.
     
    “No more talk of disgust . You are beautiful. Do I love breasts? Yes! Am I disappointed you don’t have them? Yes and no. I don’t want anyone to go through what you went through. Am I attracted to you and do I want to spend time getting to know you? Hell yes! Now, my sweet beautiful little girl, can we please get on with the kissing and the stroking and the tasting before I become a much older man than I am already?”
     
    My eyes filled with tears again as I looked into his eyes grateful for this man’s honesty. If I was truthful with myself I’d admit I missed my breasts more than any man ever could. The pleasure I was given when a man would cup and squeeze them in his strong hands always fueled my desire. When my nipples were pinched or rolled, my back would immediately arch below his skilled fingers. But what I missed most of all was his glorious mouth on my breasts. The tongue circling around the nipple until he would finally suck it into his mouth almost to the point of pain shot heat straight to my clit. Yes, I mourned the loss of my breasts often but I loved life more.
     
    He held my face in his hands as he brought our lips together in a heated, hard kiss. He slowly unzipped my jeans as I melted into his arms. His fingers slid down into my panties and my strong desire to have him probe further into my pussy had me spreading my legs wider. I moved against his hand trying to guide him inside me as he teased, tugged and pinched my pussy lips. A drop of precum leaked from the slit of his cock. I ran my finger through it teasing the head with soft touches and strokes along the underside of the rim. He rocked against my warm hand demanding me to give him more.
     
    Alan showed his frustration by pulling away from my embrace jerking my jeans completely off my legs. He ripped his own shirt off and shoved me over to the bed. I began laughing a sexy, deep throated laugh which made him moan, letting me know I was driving him fucking crazy. Pulling me down with him, he began exploring every part of me with his fingers and lips. His tongue brushed its way down between my legs and he groaned with pleasure as I automatically opened my thighs wide for him. Heat coming off my pussy must have been fucking arousing to him as he flicked his tongue over my entire slit. I heard him groan the word “fuck” as he came up for air.
     
    “God Emily, you are wetter now than when we first started. The inside of your thighs are glistening with wetness,” he groaned as he lapped every drop. “Your arousal smells as sweet as your taste.”
     
    There was no doubt, he knew I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me right now but he wasn’t going to pass up tasting more of my honey.
     
    Alan drove his tongue inside my sex making me cry out with pleasure. He sucked all I had to offer and then moved his tongue to my clit flicking and swirling it over and over. Just as I would start to build he would take it away making me whine. He was skilled with his tongue but a devil with his teasing.
     
    My body was restless and so damn hot I thought I was going to die. Alan knew exactly what he was doing to me and knew he was good at it. I grabbed his head gripping it against my crotch. My fingers laced through his hair begging him to go deeper, faster, and harder. His tongue had a rhythm all its own and I pumped my hips matching him stroke for stroke. He drove me higher and higher until I felt I was close to the edge. Two fingers suddenly thrust into my pussy stroking my sweet spot with that come hither motion sending me straight to the peak. My body shuddered as he sucked my clit between his teeth and lips continuing to stroke my G spot. I flew off the ledge sailing into an