Michael could read the heated look in her eyes, but for a moment he was certain he was imagining it. All these years of wanting her, and she had never hinted toward feeling the same. But when she said his name and leaned closer against his body, he was done for. He knew Emma hadn't had enough to drink to impair her judgement, it could only have relaxed any inhibitions that interfered with what she really wanted. And in that moment, it seemed he was what Emma wanted. His lips came down on hers hard as he pulled her against his body. She didn't resist; her arms wrapped tighter around Michael's neck as she moaned against his mouth. She could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against her stomach, sending arousal coursing through her body and settling in her pussy to make her soaking wet. She wanted more. Her hands moved from his neck and trailed along his muscled chest. The feel of his muscles flexing beneath her fingers made her sopping wet cunt ache. Michael seemed to know what she was feeling; he moved one leg in between hers to press against her heated flesh and she moaned in response. “Oh God, Michael. I want you,” she whispered in his ear.
It took every ounce of strength he had not to fuck her right then and there, but he didn't want it over with too soon. He put his hands on her hips, stood back just a few inches and reached for the zipper beneath Emma's arm. He lowered the zipper and slid the satin cord off her shoulder. The dress should have fallen to the floor, but Emma caught it before it exposed her nipples. Michael entwined his fingers with hers and pulled gently to let the dress fall. She had worn nothing beneath the gown, leaving Emma bare to his view. He reached for her tits—he couldn't help himself—and he cupped them in his hands, running his thumbs back and forth across her nipples. She moaned louder. “Lay down, Em,” and Michael guided her down to the plush carpet beneath them. He tossed his jacket, ripped off his shirt and shucked his pants as fast as he could as he stared down at the sensual, naked form before him. He knelt down between her legs and spread her lips with his fingers before plunging two fingers inside her wet cunt. He moved slowly at first, increasing his speed as her body began to writhe in pleasure. He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips to taste her. But it wasn't enough. He leaned forward to taste her from the source but Emma squeezed her knees closed before he could reach his goal. It puzzled him, but he would think more on it later. For now, he had waited long enough.
He had longed to thrust deep inside her for so long. He moved forward along her body and Emma relaxed her legs, letting him cover her with his body. He bent down to kiss her when he reached her mouth and lined up his cock with her pussy. As his tongue plunged into her mouth, he thrust forward into her cunt. He remained still for a moment, giving Emma's body a chance to adjust to his girth and then withdrew from her slowly. Before the head of his cock left the heat of her pussy, he thrust forward once again, plunging deeper and making Emma cry out in pleasure. He maintained his slow speed for as long as he could, but her pussy sheathing him made him ecstatic with arousal. His speed increased and he reached a finger in between them and made contact with her clit. He rubbed fast, wanting to see her cum with his cock deep inside her. It only took a moment. Emma moaned loudly and writhed beneath Michael as she began to cum. The spasms of her orgasm sent him over the edge. He bucked forward as his own orgasm rocked his body, cumming deep inside her pussy.
Michael collapsed beside Emma and wrapped his arms around her. She remembered laying against his chest for no more than a minute or two before drifting off to sleep right there on the floor. Michael didn't want to move; the feel of Emma pressed against him in the aftermath of sex was the most decadent, peaceful feeling he'd ever known; it was where she was meant to be. But, her hesitancies came to mind as he listened to her steady breathing. He wasn't sure what to make of them at first; was she uncomfortable with him, or was she uncomfortable with sex? He knew in everything else, Emma gave everything she had; she loved with everything she had; worked as hard as she could; and was loyal to a fault. But in sex he could feel that she was holding back. The idea didn't worry Michael at all. It simply presented a challenge: could he help Emma let go and embrace the incredibly sensual siren he knew was lurking beneath whatever was holding her back? She had helped him become a better person in so many ways over the past several years. Could he do this for her? He contemplated what approach he might take, and drifted off to sleep as a deliciously sinful way of introducing Emma to her carnal side came to mind.
Emma awoke still wrapped in Michael's arms. Her first response was to press closer, but seconds later her eyes flew open and her mind reeled with the memories of what took place just a few hours prior. She forced herself to remain calm and carefully extricated herself from Michael's hold on her. She tiptoed to her bedroom, shut the door quietly and dove beneath the covers on her bed. What had she been thinking, she wondered incredulously. But, slowly she began to realize that what happened between her and Michael hadn't been a mistake. She wasn't sure exactly when she had begun to see him as something more than a friend; perhaps she had felt this way all along, but given their beginning couldn't see what was right in front of her. It was incredible sex, the best she had ever had, but she knew that Michael was far more experienced in that department. And she remembered her moments of awkwardness last night. She hadn't been certain she wanted Michael to see her naked—how could she measure up to the string of gorgeous women he dated. And when he had moved his mouth between her legs, she had panicked. It wasn't something she'd experienced often; Adam had made one lone trip down there, but never again—apparently it was only something one did when destroying a relationship. She had assumed that he didn't enjoy the activity until she found him enthusiastically engaged in oral sex with another woman. Emma reasoned that it must have been her who made the activity unappealing. Adam had made her uncomfortable and insecure with a great deal of sex; always complaining about one aspect or another. But this was Michael—not Adam. Frustrated, she forced herself to abandon the subject for the time being, and focused on relaxation exercises to squeeze in a few more hours of sleep.
Michael rolled to wrap his arm around Emma, but when all he found was the plush carpet, he opened his eyes to find her gone. “Damn!” he cursed. He had been looking forward to waking up with her in his arms, and it hadn't crossed his mind that she'd leave before he awoke. Since that was the end of his restful slumber, he stood and stretched, his naked form flexing away the last vestiges of sleep. And then he remembered the plan that had begun to take shape in his mind the night before. It was pure evil by some standards, and certainly not the most orthodox method of helping a person get in touch with their sexual side. But, nobody would ever accuse him of having an orthodox mentality. If he had to encourage Emma to walk on the wild side to awaken her sexuality, so be it. No other man in his right mind would consider such a plan, but perhaps he wasn't in his right mind. On that thought, he headed for the shower to get cleaned up and ready for a—hopefully—wild ride.
Michael intended to meet up with Emma before they left their suite for breakfast, but after a quick knock on her door, he opened it to find her gone. Uncertainty flashed through his mind for a brief moment, but he was absolutely certain about what he'd seen in her eyes last night. Emma might have been skittish this morning, but she was also a perpetual morning riser. She was likely out on the deck somewhere sorting through her feelings. Michael headed out the door, but before he went in search of Emma, he had one other stop he had to make.
Emma was leaning against the railing, watching the waves pass beneath the ship as it glided forward through the water. Michael recognized her instantly and came up behind her, placing his hands on her hips gently. “Good morning, beautiful,” he leaned close to whisper in her ear huskily. Emma blushed lightly, but returned his greeting warmly. “I know you're probably wondering about last night,” she started, sure that she wanted to get how she felt out in the open. If Michael didn't feel the same way, then so be it. But, he was still her best friend, and she wouldn't leave him in the dark. “I don't know how to explain it. At first
this morning I thought that maybe it was the wine... I haven't had any in a very long time, you know?” she continued, recognizing she was rambling a little. “The point is, Michael, I don't regret it. I don't know when it happened, or where we go from here...if you want it to go anywhere...but as for me, I do want it to go somewhere,” she concluded, recognizing that it was not the most eloquent of speeches—it had definitely sounded better in her head. “I want it to go somewhere, too, Em,” he added, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “And you've been honest with me, so I want to be open with you,” he continued. “Last night was incredible, Em. The most amazing experience I've ever had. But, you seemed so uncomfortable with me. Is it too weird being with me? Or is it something else?” he asked forthrightly.
Oh, she hadn't expected that. Was her discomfort with sex that obvious? “Oh Michael, it's not you. It really isn't. It's me. You know that I'm not the most...experienced in sex. And, well, with other men, it was different. Like Adam...” she began to explain as Michael gritted his teeth as a rush of anger coursed through him at the mention of the prick who had hurt her. “He wasn't really into...well, me, I suppose. He complained a lot, about things I should do better, and things he didn't want to do with me,” she continued a little uneasy now. “And it seems I have that same effect on others, too. Well, you remember Dean, right?” “For fuck's sake, Em! What kind of scum do you keep hooking up with?” Michael cursed, not angry with Emma but at the assholes who were so fucked up that they couldn't see what an amazing woman they had...and look what they had done. This woman before him should have been the most cocky, confident bitch he knew; models would envy Emma's natural beauty, they could hope only to emulate it with makeup and magic tricks. And yet she was uncomfortable taking her clothes off in front of the man who would worship her body.
He was grateful for the relationship they had already established, he was sure that was why it was easier for Emma to talk so openly with him. And he knew that if she would just let go and dive in, she'd be free to enjoy every one of the pleasures that sex could provide. “Emma, you need to let go of all that. They were pricks, and that's it. You need to let loose and let your primitive side out. You need to do something you've never done before, and might never consider doing ever again. And I want to be a part of that. It's not going to be easy, Em. But will you trust me? My methods aren't always the most orthodox, but years of success have taught me that when you dare to try the most unconventional, you'll be met with the most reward,” Michael explained. Emma didn't know what he was talking about. “Sure, Michael. I trust you.” She figured that was a safe enough answer. Michael kissed the back of her neck softly. “I have some stuff to take care of today. You relax, and I'll see you after dinner,” he told her and then left to put his plan into motion. Emma was rather perplexed; it seemed odd to go on vacation, and then spend the day busy with obligations. But, she didn't see any point in thinking about it further, so with one last look at the ocean, she turned and headed for breakfast.
Emma spent the day indulging in something she hadn't done in years—absolutely nothing. She sat by the pool, took a dip in the hot tub and even had a nap in the afternoon. It felt odd to head down for dinner by herself, but she figured it was either that or eat alone in her room. She conversed politely again through dinner, many of the guests the same as those she had spoken with the previous night. Though she was afraid it may become a habit, she indulged in a couple of glasses of wine again this evening, enjoying the relaxing sensation that spread throughout her body in response. When the meal was finished, she excused herself from the table and left for her suite to wait until Michael was finished with whatever was occupying so much of his time.
She hadn't expected Michael to be waiting in their suite when she walked in, but he was there, sitting across from the man she had seen him speaking with at dinner the evening prior. The lights were dimmed in the room and the two spoke quietly, looking comfortable and relaxed on the sofas. “Good evening, Em,” Michael spoke up as she entered the living room. “Hey there,” she replied to Michael, while nodding politely to his guest. “I'd like to introduce you to Ethan. He'll be joining us this evening,” he said smoothly. “Hello Ethan,” she replied. “And what is it exactly we have planned for this evening,” Emma teased lightly, having no way of knowing what Michael had in mind. “Well, Em. You remember the talk we had earlier today? Remember how you told me you trust me?” he queried. “Yes, of course. Why?” Now she was entirely perplexed. Michael nodded almost imperceptibly to Ethan and Ethan rose from the sofa in response and came to stand in front of Emma. “You're very beautiful, Emma,” Ethan began. “Thank you,” she responded uncomfortably, turning to Michael with a puzzled expression on her face. “Now is when I need you to trust me, Em,” he responded.
She wasn't sure if it was the wine, the strange situation or a combination of both that left Emma feeling confused and a little off-balance, so she didn't think to resist when Ethan closed the distance between them and began caressing her arms. But, when his hands began to trail over her hips and toward her ass, she stiffened. “Em, it's OK. Just let your body relax,” Michael spoke up, seeing her body's response. Ethan's hands continued to wander over Emma's body, back to her waist and moving up over her fabric-covered tits. She was trying to focus her attention on Michael's words, but the situation seemed rather absurd, and she didn't know exactly what his intent was at the moment.
She moved away from Ethan slightly until his fingers grazed over her nipples and squeezed gently. A moan escaped her lips. “That's it, Em. Just let go,” Michael coached. One of Ethan's hands remained on one of Emma's tits, as the other moved behind her neck to loosen the tie that held her halter dress. A quick tug and the tie gave way, and the dress fell to the floor. Tonight, she had decided to don the naughty lingerie, so she stood before him in a satin bra, thong and garter belt. Ethan returned his free hand to Emma's nipple, squeezing again gently through the satin. She tried to stifle another moan and then both of his hands squeezed her tits more firmly than she had anticipated. God, it felt good. Emma had never considered herself into rough play, but the firm way Ethan was squeezing her tits felt incredible.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Michael's hands were at her back, unhooking the clasp of her bra. It fell to the floor to join her dress and his hands reached around to replace Ethan's hands on her tits. Ethan leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth as Michael's hands continued to squeeze her tits. After a moment, Ethan began to trail kisses downward, across her stomach, along her hips and down her thighs. She shivered and Michael's hands began to follow Ethan's trail down her body as he pressed firmly up against her from behind. Michael's fingers reached her clit before Ethan, and he rubbed slowly, making her press her pussy against his hand in search of more. He moved his fingers along her slit, spreading her lips open wide. He leaned her upper body back further against him, tilting her pussy upward and making it easy for Ethan to lean in and run his tongue along her open lips. Wicked sensations coursed through her body. Emma knew she should resist; this was something no proper woman would ever consider, never mind be standing naked in the middle of.
A moment later, Ethan stopped and spread out on the floor in front of her, and Michael guided her on top, arranging her pussy directly above Ethan's face. Michael pressed her down gently, and Ethan's tongue came out to lick her pussy lips once again. Without warning, he plunged his tongue deep in her pussy, thrusting in and out as fast as he could. Emma moaned loud and pressed down further to allow Ethan's tongue to penetrate deeper. Michael came around to stand in front of Emma, but before he could guide her head to his massive cock, she opened her mouth and took it in greedily. She had never really considered herself an expert at the task, but she had always enjoyed the feel of a cock in her mouth; the hard length, surrounded by such smoothness. She pressed further, trying to take the entire length of him into her mouth, sucking as hard as she could as Michael's cock thrust against the back of her throat. As Ethan cont
inued to tongue fuck her pussy, she was wild with desire, grinding her pussy against his mouth and sucking the cock in her mouth with everything she had. In less than a minute, she could feel the pressure mounting until she began to cum, screaming against Michael's cock in her mouth.
Michael withdrew while he still could. He gently grasped Emma from beneath the arms and turned her around to sit on Ethan's face while facing his cock. Michael slowly guided Emma forward from the small of her back until Ethan's cock was poised at her lips. Instead of taking him in all at once, she stuck out her tongue and licked along the length of his cock while Ethan's lips latched onto Emma's clit and began to suck hard. No one had ever done that to her before, and she could not have anticipated the incredible sensations that coursed through her body in response. It was exquisite. In no time at all, she was fighting another orgasm as she opened her mouth and took Ethan's cock inside. He thrust upward to meet her, fucking her mouth with his cock as her body arched wildly and she lost the battle, cumming hard against his mouth. Ethan didn't stop, he continued sucking her clit hard and already Emma could feel her body revving up again. In the next moment, Michael was kneeling behind her. He shoved his cock into her pussy hard while Ethan kept pressure on her clit. She didn't know how it could happen so soon, but between the feel of a cock in her cunt and a mouth on her clit, Emma started to cum yet again, screaming loud enough to wake the entire deck.
When Michael withdrew, she thought it was over; she sucked hard on Ethan's cock, bobbing her head up and down, not ready to give up the cock in her mouth just yet. But, a moment later, Michael lifted her from beneath the arms again and helped her to straddle Ethan's cock. He didn't have to press her down this time, she slid down on his cock easily and began to ride up and down slowly. And then Michael was back. This time, he rubbed a lubed-up finger against her tiny ass hole. She should have resisted; that place was not intended for sex, she knew. But she was too far gone, enraptured with pleasure to resist now. Michael's finger slid into her ass slowly, and he moved it in and out, lubing it up with her own wetness. He withdrew and lifted her off Ethan's cock only to plunge his cock into her pussy briefly. When he withdrew, he forced her back down on Ethan's cock as he lined his up with her ass hole and began to thrust forward gently. The head of his cock slipped inside and he waited for Emma to relax. And then he was sliding the entire length of his cock inside her ass, stopping once he was fully inside to let her adjust again. He began to thrust slowly as she rode the cock beneath her in tandem. And then the she picked up her pace, fucking both cocks faster and faster. Michael spread Emma's ass cheeks to shove as deep inside her ass as he could. The sensation of her pussy and ass being filled and fucked at the same time was incredible, and Emma began to cum hard, spasming around Ethan's cock, provoking his own orgasm as he pulled out to cum all over her pussy. A few more thrusts and Michael was done for too, and he shot his load deep inside her ass.
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