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Emmah and The Ankle

By: RedBlack



Be patient! This is not a gang bang.... but its good, reeeeaaallly good because its true.

I guess I should start by saying that I was never one of those girls who let a guy do whatever he wanted with her. I was definitely not prude, but I also tried to have class. I was always told that I was beautiful in an unconventional way (by my mom mostly). Just for the sake of the picture in your head... I'm 23 years old, 5'3, petite but full figured at the same time. 

My hair is cut into a short bob that I dyed fire engine red with orange highlights when my ex and I broke up. He hated short hair and red hair, and I hated him. :) My eyes are definitely on the green side and my skin is a really pale olive, almost yellowy, but it's clear and even so I've always been told I have beautiful skin. I have a punk style more than anything else. Nothing too girly, Just t-shirts tight ripped jeans and flips flops or Vans. 

My only really attention grabbing traits were my big eyes that I eyelined to death, a pearly smile and... well.... I have double D's. And when you're my height, they stand out. Anyway, where am I going with this? I'm not your typical beauty, so it was beyond me why this happened to me of all people.

About 6 months ago, I fractured my ankle at the salon I was working at, and because I wasn't technically on the job at the time (I was on my lunch break. bullshit I know) I wasn't covered by my worker's compensation. So since I couldnt work, I lost my apartment and ended up having to move in with my mother. About 3 days in I realized that that wasn't going to work and my brother offered to let me stay at his condo until I got better. Now... let me explain how delicious an offer this was. My brother is about 8 years older than because he's the oldest and I'm the baby. He lives in one of the swankiest condos in Palm Beach and he's a broker, meaning he's almost never home. 

So I would basically have this entire apartment to myself, with the help from the maid of course who was going to take care of me And Carolina, my brother's wife. Just a little back story on my brother. He always had a thing for older women and 8 years ago when he was my age of 23, he met and married Carolina (Cah-rrroll-eeen-nah was how you said it). Now she was 35 when they met, but this woman looked like she was younger than him. She was 5'7, long, lean and beautiful, with golden skin and these molten honey brown eyes. Her hair was long and layered around her face, the dark brown almost black color reaching just past her bra strap in the back. She was Cuban and her accent showed it. My brother Joe is tall, 6'2 with chiseled features, chestnut brown hair (our natural colors match) and the same pearly white smile as his younger sister. He was definitely a better site to look at than I was however. Carolina, although beautiful, smart and a talented Latin designer, she was powerless against the charms and relentless devotion of my younger brother. 

They married in less than five months, taking along with him Carolina's 11 year old son Emmanuel, Emmah for short. He was really adorable. Lighter skin than his mother because his father was white, the same eyes as his mom and a curly mop of black hair. He had round features that you could tell were going to even out soon. But fights between his new stepdad did not sit well with Emmah's father so when he was 14, he left Florida and moved in with his dad in New Jersey. Seeing no need for a huge house, Carolina and Joe moved into this condo, still a really nice size. I only saw Emmah once or twice after that until 8 years later, 3 months after I had been living with my brother. I hope you caught all that. So he's 19 now.

I big strong hand busted open the glass door startling me while I was eating my breakfast.

"OH!"

"Oh, wow sorry. Do I... have the right place?" Emmah's head cocked to the side as he looked at the address on the door and the address on the crumpled piece of paper in his hand. He looked me straight in the eye. "Hey wait, I know you don't I? Um.... Chloe?"

I didn't recognize him at all. "Uhh, it's Sophia, um, Sophie. Who---?"

"I'm Emmah, Carolina's son?" It hit me.

"OH! Hi! Oh my God! Long time no see!" I limped over and awkwardly hugged him around his waist. He had to be taller than Joe.

"Hi Sophie. You look totally different with your hair like that." His slight Jersey accent made me smile. He gave me the once over and kind of smiled. I couldn't help but blush.

"You look pretty different yourself sir!" His skin was a little bit darker than I had remembered, the curly mop of hair gone. In its place, a short buzz all around that was lightly hairsprayed (couldn't help but notice. I'm a stylist). All roundness was gone from his face, replaced with a muscular jaw and higher cheek bones. Somewhere along the line, he got braces because his smile was perfectly white and straight. His flexing arms weren't brawny, but toned, and the veins in his arms stuck out in a manly way that was hard not to look at. 

But the striking thing was, that his eyes were exactly the same color as they had been when he was younger, the same melty, golden brown as his mothers, only his was speckled with little green flecks. He must have caught me staring a little because he shifted uncomfortably.

"So... can you help me with my bags?" In all the commotion inside my head, I hadn't even noticed his flexing was due to carrying 2 large suitcases.

"Oh yea sure... um, sort of." My leg was a lot better by this point but my brace still made me limp. "Here, I can get the smaller one." Seeing me limp toward the bag, he took notice of my ankle and raised a hand in protest.

"Oh doll nevermind. I got it really. Which one is your room?" I pointed to the room on the left. It was the last room at the very end of the hall. His room would be directly across from mine. 

"Alright then, the right room it is for me." I stared blankly as he walked over coolly and opened the door to the room right across from mine. Why was he here, was my only thought, well not my only thought. I was wondering why I got goosebumps when he called me doll.

I finished my breakfast, keeping one eye on his closed door, then dashed, well, kind of dashed, to my room. I hadn't even realized I probably looked atrocious. I shouldn't care! He's my nephew! Nephew by marriage but still, I had known this kid since he was 11 years old for Pete's sake! But there was no denying the dull ache in my pants. I shook out the thoughts I was having and grabbed my towel. I needed a shower, and quick. Closing the door behind me, I undid my brace, stepped out of my pajama bottoms and tank top. I got into the shower and immediately felt the hot water relax my tensed muscles. I grabbed the soap and started cleaning myself until I accidentally brushed the soap against my swollen little nub. I unintentionally let out an "oh!" when I realized how wound up I was. 

With a quick flash toward the door and another at the tub below me, I sat down in the tub letting the hot water rush over my body and propped on leg on the soap stand. First I ran my hand to my left breast, squeezing my nipple just a little bit. Slowly, I ran my hand down to my abdomen and then lower to the wet and waiting lips of my pussy. I pressed my middle finger against the fleshy swollen nub that was my clit, overly sensitive and wanting to be stroked. I was careful not to make a splashing sound that Emmah could hear while I stroked my clit slowly, making little circles and tapping, almost like strumming a guitar. Leaning forward, i turned the nob on the water temperature to make it hotter and got on all fours so I could get a better reach, careful not to injure my ankle. At this point my head was actually resting on the floor of the bathtub and imagined what it would be like if I wasn't alone, what it would feel like if Emmah was guiding me in front of him, inside me..... I could feel myself getting close to cumming and I inserted 2 fingers into myself feeling the hot spongy wetness. I stroked furiously until I could feel a melting orgasm shake me forward. "Mmmmmmm..... yesssssss.... mmmmmm" was all I dared to whisper, still afraid that I was too loud. With a satisfied smile and a sigh of breath I got up and finished my shower then high tailed it to my room to get dressed. 

Having Emmah around kinda made me realize that I hadn't really been taking care of myself since the ankle accident. I had just kinda been lounging. So I plugged in my hair dryer and flat iton to do my hair. I spiked it out in all the right places and did light make up on my face, trying hard not to overline my eyes. I had to admit, that when I put effort into it, I was really a pro and something kinda good to look at when I cleaned up. I figured since I wasn't going anywhere I could just be casual so I put on these black plaid cropped shorts and a red boy tank. Not trying too hard, but still pretty. I left my room only to find that Emmah was still in his, a slight disappointment. Just then the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Ellow, Hi Sophia, ees Carolina, how are ju?" The accent never went away.

"Oh hey Lina, I'm fine just got out of the shower."

"Oh okay well leesen, is Emmanuel dere? I yuss got the messash from hees father that he was going to stay weeth me for the sommer and as ju know I'm with Joe here in New Jork for another 2 weeks."

"Yea I know. He got here a little over an hour ago. I wasn't expecting him so he scared me but he's settling in right now."

"Well I ang going to do my best to come home early but I need to speak wif heem. Can ju put heem on the phone please?"

"Yea sure hold on a sec."

I nervously walked over to Emmah's room and tapped on the door.

"Emmah?" I knocked once. Silence. "Emmah?" Nothing. And just when I was about to leave, he answered.

"Uh... Yea?"

"Oh hey Emmah, your mom's on the phone."

"Can you tell her I'll call her back here in a few?" 

"Sure thing."

I picked back up the phone.

"Lina, he said he would call you right back. I think he was still unpacking."

"Oh okay gracias bella."

"De nada." I joked back and hung up the phone. I had picked up a little spanish being around her.

The house was unusually quiet with Gabriella, the maid, being gone. A little too quiet. I decided maybe a little tv would suit me well. I had nothing else to do. The big black leather arm chair was just calling my name so I grabbed a bag of doritos and started mindlessly watching whatever was on Mtv. It couldn't have been more than 20 minutes when a warm hand reached my shoulders. I shuddered.

"Hey, Sophie? Sorry to bug you, but do you know what number my mom called from? She didnt pick up her cell."

I turned around to see what looked like a giant from where I was sitting, clad in basketball shorts and an undershirt. 

"Oh, you're not bothering me. Let me check really quick." I picked up the phone and flipped to the last number. "It was Joe's cell phone. Hers might be dead I think."

"She's always on the damn thing." I looked into his eyes and for the first time since this morning I finally noticed that he didn't look super excited to be here.

"What's wrong Emm?" He looked at me for a second and decided I was okay to talk to. I had my knees pulled up resting my head on them. He sat down on the other edge of the long sofa across from me and began talking.

"Well, I know you haven't seen me in forever but things aren't like they were. See I moved up to Jersey because honestly, I had issues with Joe and my mom. I was in the protective 'I'm a man' stage and it was just easier to live with my dad. But a few months ago he started dating this woman, Stacy, and she's like only 6 years older than me. My dad is 43 and she is 25 so he's been trying to keep up with her lifestyle. He's never home, ever, and I got back from swimming practice the other day, (Pause!! TIME OUT! That's where he got the body from. Time in!) to find like no food in the house and a note from my dad. All it said was 'I will be gone for a week or so. Here's money for whatever you need.' and 300 bucks underneath the note. Everyone else would probably be cool with that, but I was infuriated. He doesn't give a shit about me anymore. So the next morning I packed my stuff, called my dad and told him I was staying here for the rest of the summer and charged the ticket to his AmEx. He didnt get my message until I was already here so I was afraid to get in trouble. But it's whatever. I'm 19. Not like it makes much of a difference anywau. Mami isn't here either. Anyway yea, sorry that's my story."

All I could do was look at him and feel bad. It must feel awful to feel like both your parents don't care.

"I'm really sorry. I can understand how that would suck. I mean I'm 23 myself. It's almost like your dad dating me!"

"That's weird. Not the whole dad dating you thing, I mean that too, but the fact that you're only four years older than me. It always seemed like a lot more." I secretly smiled at that, not mentioning that my 25 birthday was only about a week away.

"Well hey, Lina and Joe are going to be away for 2 weeks, so I'm sorry but you'll have to settle for being with me. How about you and me go get some pizza or something? I know some pretty decent places around here." I smiled when I saw a smirk creep up on his face.

"I guess that's what I get for not calling first, right? You sure you wanna spend the day with a little kid like me?"

"Ha ha, I'm sure."

The pizza ended up being really good, but only secondary to the conversation. This guy was in college to be an engineer, and he was funny and great looking.... and my nephew!!! What was I thinking? As we walked up to the house, big rain drops started falling on our heads.

"Yea, bad thing about living here is that summer is also rainy season."

"It's pretty different in Jersey, but I like it here. The scenery is nice. I really did need a break."

"Well I'm glad you came. I normally just end up having broken spanish conversations with the maid!"

We both laughed as his lips curved up into a playful "awww." The rest of the night was pretty chill. We stayed in watching a few movies and eating the rest of the pizza we never finished. The storm had gotten pretty bad whenever I stood up and stretched to go to bed.

"Well, I'm hitting the hay, sir."

"I'm mad tired from the flight too. Goodnight Sophie. Thanks for making this not so horrible."

"Aww you're welcome. I had a good time too." We both slowly walked to our respective rooms closing the door at the same time. I got into my matching black silk shorts and tank top and hobbled to sleep.

At about 2 in the morning, a door opening woke me up with a start. When my eyes focused I saw Emmah tiptoeing up to my bed. A flash of nervousness mixed with excitement made my heart flutter, until I saw the worry on his face.

"Soph? Sophie, are you awake?"

"I am now. Are you okay?"

"The tree next to my room was beating against the window and it broke through. I moved the bed and the sheets but I can't sleep in there now. I'm so sorry to bug you, but do you mind if I crash on your floor?"

"No I dont mind at all," I said getting up, "but I have to tape up the window. I can't let the rain get into the carpet. It'll mold."

"I already did, don't worry. Lay back down." Something about the tone of his voice made me do exactly what he said. He's your nephew. He's your nephew. He's your nephew! I had to keep repeating in my head. He's your nephew. He's your toned, shirtless, boxer wearing nephew... STOP THAT!

I tossed him a pillow and an extra comforter that was on my bed and told him to have any space he liked. He plopped the pillow and quilt to my right side of my bed.

"Hey you know, you could always stay in your mom's bed. It's a king size."

"Ew, no. Her and Joe, do stuff on that bed. I don't know why, but I'm weird about that stuff. I can sleep on the couch if I'm bothering you."

"No, that's not what I meant sorry. I just thought maybe you would be more comfortable, but I can see what you mean." I lingered on my last sentence. It's now or never Sophia. Do it. "You know, the tile int his room, it gets freezing at night. Like really cold, so you can sleep up here if you want." My heart was pounding in the silence. He looked up at me.

"Sophie--"

"Call me Sophia. No one really calls me Sophie anymore. Not since grade school." I smiled a smile he couldn't see in the dark.

"Sophia, you're too nice. I don't want to barge in on you. I can't." He was considering this. All of a sudden, all reasonable thought left my mind. I had a mission.

"Emm, seriously, it's a queen sized bed. I would feel like shit letting you sleep on the floor. Just don't kick my ankle and we're all good."

"Um, alright then. Thanks."

"No problem."

He picked up his pillow and proceeded to walk around the bed to the other side. I tried not to move too much because 1.) my heart was beating out of my chest and 2.) I wanted to see how close he would get to me. The dull ache in my panties turned into throbbing. I so wanted to stroke my clit but what would this little boy ever think? I'm sure he'd been with girls, but not women, and I wasn't particularly confident, but he was definitely nibbling at the bait. He settled about a third of the way into the bed, closer to me than the edge and leaned on his side facing me body. From laying flat, I shifted to face him, shifting my weight so I wouldn't hurt my ankle.

"You comfortable?'

"Yeah, I am. Are you? Does your ankle still hurt?"

"Sometimes. It's almost healed now. It's just like a dull constant soreness. I wish someone would carry my around all day!" we both chuckled. "But it'll never get better that way."

"True." His face looked like he was thinking, even in the dark. "Is it hurting now?" he curved his head and I wiggled it slowly in response.

"Yea a little. I was standing more than I was used to today because Gabriella wasn't here."

"Do you want me to massage it?" My pussy got noticeably more wet.

"What? Oh no, you dont have to do that. Really." Please do it.

"C'mon let me. I promise, I'll be really gentle. It's the least I could do for showing me a nice day." I didn't even have time to protest before he moved the comforter off me, the breeze hardening my nipples, and had my foot in his hands, tiny in comparison.

"You have pretty feet." I was so glad it was dark. he couldn't see me blush. He started slowly massaging my joint, pulling my leg in little circles. It felt good, so I looked at what he was doing and as I was getting ready to close my eyes, a loud roll of thunder and lightning shook the entire place lighting up our room through the window. It startled me but more than anything else, it shocked the hell out of me, because in the split second the room was lit, I swear I saw a tent pitched in his boxers. Could he possibly be hard? For me? I played innocent.

"That, feels nice Emmah...mmm. I'm sure you do this to your girlfriend though right?"

"Ha, no, no girlfriend. I just do it to you, seeing as you're disabled and all." 

"Hey!" he laughed.

"I'm just kidding." He started to roll his thumbs up the length of my foot. It was like electricity from his fingertips into my body. I moaned just a little. "You like that?"

"Yesssssss," was all I could say. He then rested my foot on the plain of his thigh and I got curious. So I softly shifted my foot to "accidentally" get a quick feel. He jerked my foot back a little harder than he should have.

"Ow, that hurt Emm, easy." I was getting good at this game. And I knew I had him. He was hard.

"I'm sorry. You startled me." I ignored that.

"Can you go up just a little higher to my calf muscle? It's gotten really tight." Thank God I shaved. Without saying a word, he ran his rough, warm hands over my smooth pale legs and kneaded my thigh. I hung my head back in pleasure, something I exaggerated just a little bit to catch his attention. I didn't want him to think I was just using him so after a minute or 2, I thanked him.


Emmah and The Ankle



"Emm, that was awesome. Thank you."

"No problem, auntie," he teased. I made a face.

"I'm not even that much older than you! Well maybe I am."

"Nah, I'm just playing. Plus, you're so short, you look my age anyway." I smiled and he seemed more relaxed now. He started crawling back toward the side of the bed when I stopped him.

"Is it my turn now?"

"Uh.... ummm... uh, what?" This was too fun. He was flustered!

"To massage you." Before he even had a chance to react I got on my knees carefully mirroring him. He was head and shoulders taller than me, but I was older, and in control. I reached slowly and mindfully to the front of his boxers, searching to find the length of his hard cock. The tiniest little wet spot met my fingers at the tip. He groaned and stood perfectly still at first.

"Sophie, what are you doing?" It was a near whisper. He grabbed my hands softly, not quite pushing them away. Still stroking, I looked up at him, eyes wide.

"I thought I told you to call me Sophia?" I whispered it as innocently seductive as I could manage. Something in him must have snapped right then because he grabbed my hand from his crotch and interlaced fingers with me. He took my other hand in his too and pushed me back on the bed, crushing his lips against mine, not paying a bit of attention to my foot. Not that I even cared at this point. A flood of thoughts coursed through my head. What was I doing? Why did this feel so good? How could a guy that looked like him, like a punk rocker like me? He's my nephew! 

But I wanted him too. His tongue seached for mine and found it willingly. I moaned softly while he kissed me sending him into a frenzy. He scooped me up as if I weighed nothing (and I do!) and switched so he was sitting and I was straddling him. His erection pressed against my hot, waiting pussy and I moaned. We parted lips for just a second.

"Okay," he breathed,"Sophia then. You want me? Do you want this?" His eyes were still wide with disbelief, his hands holding my arms cradled around his neck. I kissed him again, softer this time.

"Mmm, yes, I want you. But, I shouldn't." I kissed him again slowly starting to grind against his ever hardening cock. "I'm your aunt."

"That doesn't count. You are not my aunt." He kissed me and lifted my shirt over my head revealing my over sized breasts. They were something to see. My tits were perky despite their size and was so turned on that my nipples seemed to be reaching for him. Seeing them made his eyes roll just a little. Inadvertently he lowered his face to them. "Oh man, I dont give a fuck if you are my aunt, by marriage doesn't count." He grabbed my tits while I teased his cock and took my nipple in his mouth. The sensation of his teeth pressing on my nipple while his tongue flicked it was so insane, I almost went over the edge. I wanted to prolong this for as long as possible though. 

I moaned louder now realizing we were alone and free to do what we wanted, and threw my head back. He pulled me forward to kiss me and talk to me.

"Why? Why is this, happening?" his words came in short spurts between kisses, his breath short.

"I, I dont, I don't know. It just, feels, goooooood, feels right mmmm." He kissed me again and then pressed his nose against mine to look at me. 

"Take off your bottoms," was all he said.

"You take them off." He shot me a look and pushed me back, my legs still around his waist. He was so forceful and that's something no girl can resist from a younger guy. Pushing my legs up he slid my pajama bottoms down my legs in one quick motion smelling the aroma of how hot I was. He went to the side of the bed, pulled off his boxers and was back in positon before I had time to care. Emm slowly grabbed my hips and pushed me closer to him, massaging my legs as he pulled them around him. My soaking pussy was just inches from this throbbing member. I wanted this. I wanted him to fuck me. He lifted his cock and I thought 'Here it is.' But he was teasing me again... He put the head of his dick right at my swollen opening to wet the tip and then started running slow circles across my all too sensitive clit.

Emm.... unnnn.... Oh my god... Emm, you can't. I can't, I can't take it." Somewhere in this equation there was a shift of power. He was in control now and I wanted nothing more than to beg him to fuck me. But a devious smile crossed his face. He closed my legs and stood up.

"What are you--"

"Lay on your back."

"But I wanted you to--" he got really close to my face. I could smell his sexy scent and breath on my face, making me dizzy.

"Lie on your back." I couldn't take this anymore so I lied back. He started crawling back into the bed parting my legs, only this time, his body wasn't between mine, his face was.

"Oh God Emm, please don't. I can't take the teasing. I need your dick." His eyes rolled at me saying that.

"You'll get it. I'm going to make you cum more than once." My breath stopped short.

"Oh God, Oh my God." I was helpless and so on the edge that all I could do was lay back and let him do whatever he wanted. He breathed in my scent and breathed warm air out, sending tingles up and down my spine. My nipples hardened again as I got goosebumps and then I felt the single most delicious thing I had felt in my life (up to this point of course). His tongue was strumming my clit like there was no tomorrow. 

He started slow, kissing and gently nibbling, but then it turned to sucking and strumming. I couldn't hold on and when I though it couldn't take it anymore, he pressed 2 fingers inside of me and started making little motions, the one you make when you tell someone to 'come here' ironically. I was on fire. This 19 year old kid, my nephew, was about to make me cum. I rocked against his head and held it closer to me.

"Ahhhhhh..... I'mmmmm cuuuuummmmmmminnnnnnnngggggg! mmmmmmnnnnnnmmmmmmm." He continued licking until I finally stopped thrashing against him. Looking up at me, and his lips curved into a smile, only lit by the lightning. I've never in my life had an orgasm like that, and sure as hell never had the stamina to want more. But his throbbing erection and molten eyes were calling. I needed to regain control. 

"Sit back."

"Excuse me?" 

"Sit back. Now please. I would like to fuck you." I think my bluntless stunned him. He slowly sat back against the headboard, his 8 inch cock at full attention. His swollen head was dribbling precum and I new he wanted it as much as I did. I needed it inside me and soon, but not until I indulged myself in this little game. I straddled him once again, taking his dick in my hand and gently stroking it between us. He groaned softly and I knew he was mine.

"Now, Emmah baby, there are 2 ways I can do this." I pushed myself up on his body as if I was about to lower myself on his dick, but didn't. I made sure to press my tits against his chest and kiss his wet lips. "I can take you like this, sitting in front of you, riding your hard cock," I demonstrated, just baaaarely letting the head of his dick touch my wet hole. He twitched and moaned in response. "Orrrrrrr...." and this is where it got good... I turned my back to him, grabbed ahold his dick once more and put myself it reverse cowgirl position. I was now talking over my shoulder. "I can do you like this." I rubbed my puss along his shaft, teasing him like he had teased me. I turned playfully to look at him, his eyes were glazed focusing on my ass pushing closer and farther away from him. I didn't need answer. That wanton look said it all. But before I could put it in though, he decided that he was taking control. He pushed my head down, pulling my hair, something that turned me on so much I couldn't even describe it. He grabbed my hips and positioned his cock at my opening. I moaned in anticipation, but he was too turned on to even wait. In one fell swoop, he thrust his entire length into me, making me let out a loud "uhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn." He had one hand on my back and one hand on my hips as he thrust forward slowly at first, then a little faster. 

I could feel the entire length of his thick cock stretching my little hole, making me suffer and scream with every delicious push. THIS was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. My loud moans were muffled by the pillow, something he was not having. He took both arms and grabbed me by my hips pulling me upward. My head tilted back resting on his right shoulder and my right arm moved around his head and mine while my left hand went straight to my clit stroking deeply, a very sexy, very naughty position. He could see all of me.

"I want to hear my Aunt Sophia moan. I want to hear those screams. Moan for me." He was all the way in now, lost in pleasure, my hot warmth making his dick slick, covering it with my wetness. 

"MMMM, ohhhh, oh shit Emmah, harder please, don't stop." My voice was breathy and low. I couldn't hold on for much longer. And neither could he. There was no way he was lasting this long. He pushed me down onto his cock again and again until a low chuckled escaped his lips. He was up to something bad, I knew it. His hands, that had been squeezing my taut breasts, moved back to my hips, gripping them firmly. I had no control anymore. I couldnt have moved if I wanted to. Then he leaned me forward slightly and started bouncing me forward on his dick. This made his cock reach my gspot in an unusual way. I started moaning louder and louder as his bouncing got harder and faster. I couldn't even moan anymore, it felt so good.

"I'm fucking going to cum." His voice was full of passion, almost violent. "I'm cumming in you." I wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement. All I could do was nod my head yes. I was about to cum too.

"Emmah, I'm cumming too. Harder! mmmm Just like that..." All of a sudden he bucked forward bouncing me furiously on his cock and let out an almost pained grunt. I could feel the hot cum coating my insides, making us slick. The realization pushed me over the edge in the most acute, mind bending orgasm I had ever had. "SHIIIIIIITTTT EMMMAH!!" I leaned forward, taking in all of him that I could. My pussy pulsed and clamped around his throbbing cock. He was still fucking me furiously as his orgasm subsided. I finally collapsed forward onto the bed, just seconds later, Emmah pulling me in front of him for a kiss. I couldn't deny him that.We fell into the bed, him spooining me, both of us utterly spent.

"Sophie, Sophia, that was, I mean I can't even begin to tell you--"

"It was fucking amazing I know. I've never had anything like that." He turned me towards him, kissed me again, down to my breasts, taking in one sensitive little nipple. I sighed in pleasure. He kissed me one more time before we both fell asleep spooning again

I woke up to goosebumps on my arm as he softly kissed my neck. It took me just a second to remember where I was, and exacly how amazing the night before was, I tried to react to his touch but my muscles were sore and my ankle ached. I must have jammed it or something.

"Good morning doll." His voice was such caramelly baritone. It turned my insides into mush.

"Good morning baby." I leaned farther into him, letting my ass nuzzle against his crotch. he put his leg in between mine in response. "What time is it? Gabriella gets here at 10."

"It's only 7:30. We have a few hours." There was purpose in his voice and I smiled. I unwillingly pryed myself from the bed and he sort of whined in complaint. 

"Give me a minute. I just want to brush my teeth." I limped to the bathroom quickly and cleaned myself up. I brushed my hair so it looked more decent and used the restroom. I smelled of the night before so I cleaned myself up quickly and used a flowery smelling spray to finish it off. Brushing my teeth quickly I hopped, well wobbled. right back into bed. He noticed my slow descent.

"Are you okay?"

"Um... yes. actually. Better than okay but I am a little sore."

"Do you want to get some breakfast, or dessert?" I looked him straight in the eye. His playful tone turned me on so much. I was still semi in shock from what had happened to me. I had never let anyone have me that way, let alone so quickly.

"I want some graham crackers and coffee, then dessert okay?" I needed strength!

"Haha okay let's go." I started to get up from the bed, but noticing my ankle wasn't in good shape, he swooped me up and carried me to the couch. He took my head in his hands and kissed my forehead.

"You said you wanted someone to carry you around all day right?

"HA! yes I did say that but I'm not letting you do it sir. Not by any means." I propped myself up on my elbows, only wearing the comforter and he gave me the once over. He knew what was under there, or even better, what wasn't.

"Let me go make that coffee fast." I shuddered. 

It was impossible to want someone this much. We sat on the sofa together eating the graham crackers and sipped very strong expresso, something I desperately needed.

"Hey, Emm, can I ask you something?"

"Uh, sure!"

"Yesterday, morning when you got here and your mom wanted to talk to you, why didn't you open the door? I know it's random but did you fall asleep?" For the first time since we met he looked at me embarrassed, horrified even

"Do you really want to know? because I'll tell you the truth."

"Of course I want to know! Tell me." he smiled sheepishly.

"I, uh, I could, um, hear you, in the shower?" My face had to be beat red. Now I wa horrified.

"Hear me?" 

"Yea, hear you. 'oooooo mmm yesssssss'." He mimicked me. "That remember? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been listening but these walls are paper thin and I hear everything!" I had no idea what to say. I was so embarrassed. But wait.

"Okay, but then you were listening? I was out of the room for more than 10 minutes when I knocked on your door." He gave me a look and I got the implication. "Ohhh, OHH, wow. I'm flattered."

"To be blunt, I couldn't help jacking off to that. Your moans are so, pretty. Last night even--" I cut him short and pulled closer to him.

"You were masturbating to me?" That turned me on and I started rubbing the inside of his shorts again. He was already almost hard.

"Yes, I was. You're so sexy and I didn't think you would ever be interested in someone so young as me." His breathing got more shallow as I started stroking.

"You have no idea how delicious you are. I want you now. If I would have known that, I would have walked in on you. I wanted you from the second you walked in that door." He took his left hand and put it in my hair, pulling me to his face and kissing me softly but urgently, like he needed it.

"Do you want to go back to the bedroom auntie?"

"Mmmm, no. Right here." Effortlessly he took off his boxers once more and pulled the comforter off me, revealing my naked body in the dawning daylight. He sat back positoning me on top of him. Our kissing got more intense, his hands pulling and rubbng my breasts. I was so heated around him.

"Ride me." was all he said and all he had too. I grabbed ahold of his throbbing cock, swirling the bead of precum gathering at the tip in circles. He groaned in pleasure and he didn't want to wait. Using only his arms he lifted me just enough to where I was right above his dick, and then lowered me quickly onto it. The warm flesh filling me between my legs made me gasp and then moan. He didn't have to guide this time. I put my hand on the back of the leather couch and started riding his cock, taking in every inch.

"This is what I wanted when we woke up." he practically grunted.

"Well, shit you're getting it now." My pussy was getting wetter and wetter with each thrust. He kissed me and bit my bottom lip. Being up against him gave my clit prime position to be rubbed. I could litterally press it against his pubic bone making this so much more carnal. His hand lowered from my hips to my ass squeezing tightly. He started moving faster, finding rhythm now that I was all warm and wet.

"You smell so good."

"It's, it's this spray." I huffed out. It felt so good to fuck him.

"No, baby, YOU. Your smell is so sexy, like sweet and musky." I blushed.

"Oh, thank you. It's all your fault. Mmm do that. That feels good." He leaned me back so his dick could press against my g-spot, giving me a yummy melting sensation. Then he pulled me forward and stopped moving me. I looked at him in frustration. I was too tired to play the game.

"I want to be on top if you don't mind" Oh good no games. I smiled, did as was instructed and laid down on the wide couch, letting him spread my legs, but instead of locking my legs around him, he put them over his shoulders and stayed standing. Oh shit.

"I want to make you scream. I'm letting you know, I'm going to go this hard."

"Okay okay baby do it." I was gasping for breath. I needed this. His dick slammed into my pussy drawing out a scream so filled with ecstacy, I didn't even know it existed. He was in so deep and the fact that my legs were basically closed made the fit tighter, more painful, more utterly sinful.

"MMMM unnnnnn." his groans were so sexy. Like he couldn't control making the sounds. We were fucking. Not making love, not having sex, FUCKING and he was doing it so good and so hard I had no idea how much longer I could hold on. I could feel a new wave of juices coming out of my pussy and I knew it wouldn't be too long for either of us. I was too wet and he was going too hard. His eyes were on my bouncing tits, moving up and down with each thrust.

"Emmah, oh my god, Emmah, so, good. i can't take it. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. oh shit." My moans were quieter, enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding in and out. He nodded his head in agreement because he too was about to cum. Emmah started pounding me furiously, holding my knees closed with both hands, and then let out a manly roar.

"Uggggg oh shiiiiiit!"

I was about to cum too.I clawed at his chest.

"Mmmm, Emm, just like that SHIT I'm CUUUMMMMMIIING!!!! unnnnnnnnnn!!!" I starteeed thrashing against him, my pussy closing around his shaft, feeling him filling me with his warm lubricant. I lost all control and surrendered myself to this man, yes man, who had left me wet, cumming and spent. He didn't stop thrusting in me until I had finally subsided. Our juices left a wet spot on the couch, a spot I wouldn't be so mean to make Gabriella clean up. My breathing finally slowed and he collapsed on top of me, crushing his lips to mine. We had cum in unison and it was amazing. I decided to tease him on last time and leaned forward on him. I gently licked the last of his cum and mine of the head of his dick. He sighed, stroked my hair and then lifted me back up to kiss him.

"You are so good. Sooo good."

"Thank you. I love that cock." I innocently wiped the side of my mouth.

He positioned himself on top of me, staying in between my legs just slowly moving up and down, not trying to get hard again, just like the cool down after an amazing work out. He kissed me neck and I smiled.

To think, we still had 13 days left.....