The Fantasy Maker
He broke their kiss, the groan that fell from his lips too powerful to hold on to.
"Christ, that feels good," he whispered against her mouth.
"Tell me your fantasy," she said.
He groaned again. "You are my fantasy."
Emma sighed as she moved closer to him, increasing the pressure of her gentle pull on his generous thickness. She kissed his chest, his shoulder, running her tongue slowly around his tiny nipples. He grunted as he rolled closer to her, burying his fingers deeper inside of her. She pushed his hand away, pushing him down against the mattress, watching his face as she climbed above him and ran her hands roughly over his body. She wanted to touch him everywhere, wanted to memorize ev