This is my first attempt at this, so all comments are welcome...
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Harry lifted himself up from her, sucking in a deep breath to help recover from the recent exertions both had made.
He looked down at Emma, naked as she was and breathing heavily, laying there on his kitchen table her knees still wide apart, her hands reaching up above her head and holding the opposite end of the table. The hands still gripped at the bare wood, but the fingers were attached more loosely than a few minutes before.
He stared at her and smiled. Her face was flushed red and her chest a little red too. Her nipples still stood hard, a measure of the lingering excitement she was feeling and inviting of fresh kisses. Between her legs the lips of her pussy were still parted, dark pink and glistening against the whiteness of her shaved mound, all too easy to see in the afternoon sunlight that shone through the uncovered kitchen window.
Emma had lifted herself so that she sat with her back upright, hands either side of her hips on the table, her position giving both of them a moment to appreciate the full round curves of her breasts. Her knees were almost touching again. Her shoulders were a little hunched and she looked out of the window then back towards him. Smiled.
"I think maybe it's time I should go. The laundry, the...." But her sentence was only half finished.
His expression didn't seem even a little bit guilty or apologetic...more full of dirty pleasure promises still to be had.
"Maybe. But you see," he said with a smile, "I'd love to be between your legs again right now."
He pushed her back onto the table, quickly leaned over her, licking and kissing her hard nipples giving her new pleasure. He was playing with her piercings, sucking each nipple in turn, tugging them between his teeth. His tongue moved on, caressed her exposed breasts, quickly licking, quickly kissing, and she felt her breathing beginning to change again. Shorter, deeper breaths.
He stood back and she could feel him against her knees. She tried to open her legs up to welcome him, but he held her thighs together and she could not force his grip. He let his hands slide quickly up and down the outside of her thighs and she relaxed a little, closed her eyes. His hands were warm and caressing her insistently. She could feel his palms tracing the line formed where her thighs were together and she sighed as the hands moved up high over her hip bones until his palms covered her nipples and his fingers were spread, pawing at her breasts. Back they slipped, back over her hips until he reached her knees. And back up again over the front of her body sweeping wider and more firmly, never letting her go completely with one hand or the other. More broad strokes and more, until his hands rested again on her knees.
"Don't stop..." she sighed.
Instead she felt her legs being pulled apart. His hands rubbed the inside of her thighs firmly and fast, but not in any kind of rough way. Her knees were far enough apart now that she knew he could see her pussy again, still dripping from their fucking -- his juices as well as hers. He hesitated barely a moment before falling to his knees on the kitchen floor, grabbing her legs and dragging her until her pussy met the edge of the table. He pushed her legs apart, wide.
She could feel his breath, warm on the inside of her left thigh. He was kissing her thigh gently, and a trembling began there, one that she was struggling to control. He turned his attention to her right thigh, teasing the left one - still damp from his kissing -- with his hand. But he soon lost interest in this; instead his tongue raced upwards almost grazing her pussy along one side, up round above her clit and back down the other side. Emma couldn't conceal a moan any longer. Louder still she moaned, as he kept moving his tongue around her lips.
At last his wet tongue was on her pussy. First, trying to make her wetter by licking the lips rapidly in turn. He touched her with the tip of his tongue, where her lips joined, then ran the tip right the way up until it pressed softly on her clit. He licked her there for several seconds and she pushed herself at him, at his tongue. Next he was pressing the flesh just to each side of those lips again, almost kissing her. Then he was trying to penetrate her, hurriedly, as she was really driving him crazy now. Feeling the taste of her on his lips, sensing her flavour on his tongue. Again she pushed her pussy into his face, grinding against his mouth and nose, trying to rub herself as he licked her intently. Again she moaned, longer and let go a word or two:
"OH my g... fuck, that feels sooo good."
The licking stopped a moment, instead he drew away from her to look at her wet pussy. He reached up with his hands to spread her open wider and stroked her with his thumbs. He increased the pressure and easily both thumbs went inside her. Emma could feel them moving from within, probing her in different directions; she tried to grip them, but could only push them out. The wet tip of one thumb flicked at her pussy lips until it was nudging her clit, the other could be felt on the skin between her pussy and her ass hole. She was unable to stop her legs trembling and her pussy forced itself against his hands, pressing his thumbs harder into her flesh.
"Don't you dare stop.." she gasped. "Ohh....MMMmmmmm....."
The pressure on her clit was suddenly too much and the tingling that had been building quickly inside her gave way to her rather noisy orgasm.
"Ohhh fuck. OHHHH FUCK!!!!! OHHHHHhhhhhh!!"
He pulled his hands away burying his face in her wetness as it flowed out over him. Her back arched, her whole body becoming tense for several seconds and she gripped his head - and not the table now -- with both her hands and her thighs, holding him tightly down there as her body continued to shake and shudder from her climax. He tried to lick her lips upwards with his tongue but she felt too sensitive and pushed him away a little so that all he could do was tease her thighs with his face and tongue.
The tension in her legs slowly faded and, and catching her breath at last, she desired something to drink.
