didn’t have the money she needed to make sure she got out of the predicament she placed herself in. She leaves the credit card sitting on the table, in the same place Emerson left it. She stands, grabbing the bowl of fruit. Walking into the bedroom, she grabs her kindle out of her carry-on and walks out onto the balcony of the suite. The salty air of the ocean soothes her while she relaxes in the plush cream-colored lounge chair. She smiles while watching the kids down on the beach building sand castles and learning to knee board.
Kimberly is awoken by a hand shaking her gently. She looks around, realizing where she is and smiles when she looks into the green eyes of Emerson.
“I didn’t want to wake you, but you’re turning red.”
“Thank you. What time is it?”
“Twelve. I came to see if you’d like to go to lunch. You weren’t answering your phone.” He runs his fingers through his hair as she notices the strain in his face.
“You were worried, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have worried you.”
“It’s okay, you’re safe. Let’s go take a shower.” He winks as he stands, reaching for the knot in his tie as he pulls it. He slides it over his head, throwing it at her while he walks to the bathroom.
She jumps up from the chair, walking as fast as she can to catch up with him. He grabs her around the waist from behind as she walks into the bedroom. She squeals while he carries her to the marble shower. “I can walk!” She says between gasps of giggles.
“I prefer to carry you like a caveman.” He laughs into her ear, setting her down to remove his charcoal slacks. He drops his boxers, reaching for the shower dial to turn the water on. “Sit on the counter, Kimberly.” His voice takes on a serious tone, making his demand. Immediately, Kimberly’s pussy is soaked. She does as he asks, sitting on the cold granite of the sink. As the cold surface makes contact with her body, she lets out a gasp. Emerson notices immediately the way her nipples pebble under his t-shirt, and the fragrance of her arousal in the air. He walks over to her, almost like a lion stalking his prey.
He reaches for the bottom of the shirt, slowly pulling it up her side, his fingers tracing the naked skin under it. His lip curls on the left, realizing she isn’t wearing any panties. He kneels in front of her and pulls the shirt over the rest of her body, over her head. He spreads her legs on the counter, opening her up for his taking. He leans down, his eyes on her, placing his nose to her most intimate body part and inhaling. “You smell so fucking intoxicating, Kimberly.” He chuckles, blowing air onto her clit as she shakes from the need to be touched. “What do you want, Kimberly?”
“Your tongue on me.”
“Where?” He asks as she lets out an exasperated sigh. He tries to hide the smile from her, knowing he’s agitating her.
“My pussy. Eat me, Emerson.”
He growls out as she says it. If there was one thing Kimberly was not, it was a prude. The woman knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. She moved her hand from the counter and wrapped it in his wavy locks while he leaned in and flicked his tongue over her swollen bud.
“Yes! Just like that!” She moaned, tightening her fingers in his hair. He growls out while his tongue flicks over her clit, over and over. He runs a hand up her right leg from the arch of her foot, all the way to the junction of her thigh. He looks into her eyes, sliding a finger into her dripping channel. She shakes from the pleasure, knowing she’s close to coming. He inserts a second finger, turning them to curl into her g-spot.
“That’s it, Kimberly.” He pants into her pussy while he keeps flicking his hard tongue over her bare pussy, tasting the sweet nectar pouring from her. “Fucking come on my fingers.” As he says the words, it’s as if a bomb detonates inside of her. She digs
Kimberly is awoken by a hand shaking her gently. She looks around, realizing where she is and smiles when she looks into the green eyes of Emerson.
“I didn’t want to wake you, but you’re turning red.”
“Thank you. What time is it?”
“Twelve. I came to see if you’d like to go to lunch. You weren’t answering your phone.” He runs his fingers through his hair as she notices the strain in his face.
“You were worried, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have worried you.”
“It’s okay, you’re safe. Let’s go take a shower.” He winks as he stands, reaching for the knot in his tie as he pulls it. He slides it over his head, throwing it at her while he walks to the bathroom.
She jumps up from the chair, walking as fast as she can to catch up with him. He grabs her around the waist from behind as she walks into the bedroom. She squeals while he carries her to the marble shower. “I can walk!” She says between gasps of giggles.
“I prefer to carry you like a caveman.” He laughs into her ear, setting her down to remove his charcoal slacks. He drops his boxers, reaching for the shower dial to turn the water on. “Sit on the counter, Kimberly.” His voice takes on a serious tone, making his demand. Immediately, Kimberly’s pussy is soaked. She does as he asks, sitting on the cold granite of the sink. As the cold surface makes contact with her body, she lets out a gasp. Emerson notices immediately the way her nipples pebble under his t-shirt, and the fragrance of her arousal in the air. He walks over to her, almost like a lion stalking his prey.
He reaches for the bottom of the shirt, slowly pulling it up her side, his fingers tracing the naked skin under it. His lip curls on the left, realizing she isn’t wearing any panties. He kneels in front of her and pulls the shirt over the rest of her body, over her head. He spreads her legs on the counter, opening her up for his taking. He leans down, his eyes on her, placing his nose to her most intimate body part and inhaling. “You smell so fucking intoxicating, Kimberly.” He chuckles, blowing air onto her clit as she shakes from the need to be touched. “What do you want, Kimberly?”
“Your tongue on me.”
“Where?” He asks as she lets out an exasperated sigh. He tries to hide the smile from her, knowing he’s agitating her.
“My pussy. Eat me, Emerson.”
He growls out as she says it. If there was one thing Kimberly was not, it was a prude. The woman knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. She moved her hand from the counter and wrapped it in his wavy locks while he leaned in and flicked his tongue over her swollen bud.
“Yes! Just like that!” She moaned, tightening her fingers in his hair. He growls out while his tongue flicks over her clit, over and over. He runs a hand up her right leg from the arch of her foot, all the way to the junction of her thigh. He looks into her eyes, sliding a finger into her dripping channel. She shakes from the pleasure, knowing she’s close to coming. He inserts a second finger, turning them to curl into her g-spot.
“That’s it, Kimberly.” He pants into her pussy while he keeps flicking his hard tongue over her bare pussy, tasting the sweet nectar pouring from her. “Fucking come on my fingers.” As he says the words, it’s as if a bomb detonates inside of her. She digs
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