EMMA DAMIAN 12

D A M I A N

I felt like an adolescent seeing my first pair of boobs when I saw Emma in that sexy-as-fuck dress. Her beautiful curves were on full display in the dark blue outfit, which looked painted on.

Her tits, too. Her tits, holy hell. I'd seen them enough times in person to know they were about the most perfect set on the globe, but they'd only lived in my mind for so long. They were nearly beckoning me to bury my face between them at this point.

My cock was stone stiff the moment I saw her, and only a quick adjustment, using the old trick of tucking my hard on into the waistband of my boxer-briefs, had kept me from greeting her with an erection that might have ripped through the pair of slacks I'd just had tailored, had kept me from greeting her with an erection that might have ripped through the pair of slacks I'd just had tailored.

"Are you okay over there? " she inquired, a cheeky grin on her lips.

She put her hands on her hips and cocked them to one side in response to this not-so-innocent question. Her breasts jiggled a little, and her stance emphasized her contours. The mental image of her riding me hard on top of me, those magnificent breasts bouncing in my face, arrived.

Before speaking, I cleared my throat. "I'm alright," I responded, a stoic expression on my face. "I'm just trying to figure out how I'm meant to have the mental space to not walk into the wall when you're dressed like that."

Maybe it went a little too far. She'd already stated that she didn't want anything to do with me in that manner.

"You'll have to utilize your big, doctor's mind to figure it out." "Here, let me give you a few pointers," she said as she turned to face me. I took a deep breath and noticed how firmly her dress clung to her gorgeous, round ass. "Here's how to walk again if you've lost how." "Left to right, left to left."

She walked slowly across the room to demonstrate her point. My gaze shifted to her backside. I was starting to see what she was up to — she was making fun of me!

She looked back over her shoulder as she crossed the living room and flashed me a clever grin. "Got it? ”

"Got it. Is this example available again later in the evening if I require a few more pointers? ”

"Perhaps if you're lucky," she continued with a seductive smile.

I was as horny as a sixteen-year-old viewing his first pornographic film at the time. More importantly, I was enjoying our little back-and-forth. It brought back memories of how we were in high school, before the events of our final year tore us apart.

I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Veuve that I'd purchased earlier in the day.

"More alcohol, huh?" " she inquired, taking a step closer and inspecting the bottle.

As she approached me, my gaze was drawn to her cleavage, and my cock stiffened once again. It wasn't just how she appeared; it was how she smelled, moved, and everything else about her.

"We might as well have some fun if we're going to have some fun, right? “ I got to work on the bottle, popping it open with a resounding pop throughout the suite.

“Sure. As long as the entertainment you're planning is wholesome, dinner-and-a-show style."

"What other form of amusement would I be discussing? " I winked as I poured a few glasses.

She placed her hand on my upper arm and held it there for a long time. Then she gave me a playful shove. "I believe you understand, dumbass," she said. "And I'm sorry for bringing it up now, but I guess I need to make it plain that nothing like that will happen tonight."

I couldn't help but poke fun at her. "Is that correct?" You seem rather certain about it."

"I am," she says. After some deliberation, I've decided that for the night, we can have an evening together like we used to before things went...bad. However, only as friends."

“Really? Is that to say you're willing to forgive and forget? ”

"Don't try your luck, smart ass," she growled, her tone lightened by a smile. "Now that we're in Bora, I'm thinking we should bury the hatchet - if only for one night."

It took all my might not to gaze her like a horny kid while she spoke. "Fine," I murmured, clearing my throat against the harsh noise that had taken on the form of my voice. "If the best we can hope for is to keep the bad feelings at bay for one night, then I'll take it. “ I raised my glass and presented it to her. “To the good old days.”

She grinned. "I'll raise a glass to it."

We sipped while tapping the rims. As we drank, our gazes remained fixed on one other, my imagination racing with all the things I wanted to do to her. We walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, where Bora glistened like only Bora could.

"So," she continued, cocking her hip to the side. "I've been so engrossed in my spa day that I haven't even inquired about tonight's plans."

"First and foremost, we have Absinthe."

Her brows were raised. "If you don't mind, I'll stick to the bubbly things."

I laughed. "It's not the drink," she says. Absinthe is a spectacular acrobatic performance. It's also a little racy — a little burlesque, a little cabaret...a lot of fun."

She smiled and said, "I'm down." "And then what?" ”

"Then at Nonie's restaurant, we've got the greatest table in the house." I've visited the one in Metro Manila, but the one in Bora is said to be even better."

"I'm loving it," she added as she took another sip and nodded. "And then what?" ”

"Then...do what you want." We may go dancing, have cocktails, and then return to the casino to play the tables. Because it's just me, you, and Bora right now. "Whatever we say is true."

Her scarlet lips flashed another deceptive smile. "All right, let's get this party started."

With one last rim tap, we finished our drinks.

We had the island to ourselves. I wasn't about to keep her waiting any longer.

Perhaps slamming another glass of bubbly before leaving was a bad idea. And it could have been a poor idea to drink a couple of whiskeys while the tailor was fitting me. Because I was on my toes.

I realized I'd had one too many as I sat in the audience of Absinthe, seeing the artists soaring into the air on long strings of linen. When the vividly colored men and ladies sailing overhead were mingled with the drink, it created a dreamy scene.

Emma would grab my hand and gasp, her eyes wide with delight, as they came perilously close to falling as part of the ritual. When the performer "recovered" from a fictitious near-fall, he or she would beam at the crowd below, reassuring them that they had nothing to fear. The performances are best described as thrilling.

My gaze darted over the vast room, attempting to lock on to one performance, then another, and so on. But it was the lovely woman seated to my right that I really wanted to gaze at. I had a strong desire for her. It was enough to make me hard again just being near her.

After the play, there were more cocktails, and I was eager for something to settle my stomach by the time we sat down at our table on Nonie's noisy dining room floor.

The chef's tasting plate comprised our lunch, so the grub began as soon as our butts were seated, and it didn't stop. We ate Korean ribs, bulgogi beef, fried rice, pig jokes, vegetables, and whatever else we could think of.

I tossed a few jokes here and there, each one eliciting a burst of bright, chiming laughter from Emma, her chest quivering as she laughed. I wanted to eat her more than everything else on the chef's plate. But there was something nearly better than sex about the way she laughed.

Almost.

We were free to do as we liked after dessert of cereal ice cream cake from Milk Bar. We weren't ready to call it a night yet. We walked down the strip hand-in-hand, stopping at anything piqued our curiosity. We gambled and danced for the next few hours, both deciding that the drinking was done for the time being. We both didn't want to get intoxicated.

I couldn't recall the last time I laughed that hard. It felt as if no time had passed at all, as if Emma and I were two teens in love again, with nothing on our thoughts but a future that stretched out before us like an unending horizon.

The evening eventually caught up with us. We returned to the penthouse apartment after my recommendation to return to the room and not squander our exquisite Veuve.

As we entered the room, Emma let out a delighted sigh.

"All OK," I said. "Tell me that wasn't the most enjoyable experience you've ever had."

She smiled as she reached for the bottle of bubbly in the fridge. "It wasn't bad," she said, holding the bottle in her palm. "Can I persuade you to have a nightcap? "

"You can absolutely do it."

I stepped closer to Emma, placing my hand around the bottle's neck and touching our fingers. She didn't say anything, but looked up at me, her tongue stroking over her lips slowly.

“What?

" she inquired, breaking the silence. "What's the deal with that expression?" " She drew one eye closed and pointed at me, as if she'd just caught me in the act.

"Wait, what look? “

"That expression. She laughed, "I know that look."

"Emma, I have no idea what you're talking about," I mocked, even though I understood precisely what she meant.

"That shit-eating grin you get when you're certain you're Mr. Charming."

"I'm not Mr. Charming," I explained. "I'm just being me."

"And that's it!" " she continued, pointing another accusatory finger at me. "You've done it yet again!" ”

"Did what? ”

"You act all casual and humorous, then pretend like it's not all part of some type of scheme."

"A plot?

" I inquired, raising an eyebrow with finesse.

"There is a plot," she insisted, smiling. "I know how you used to charm the pants off all those girls in high school. And it's the same ruse you used against me."

I chuckled. "Emma, I'm simply being myself." It's entirely up to you whether or not you find me amusing and engaging.

Her eyes widened, as if she realized she'd just complimented me by accident.

“Whatever!” She took a sip of her wine. “It doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep with you. Just because you show up in that suit looking like that doesn’t mean I’m just going to give you what you want.”

When sex was mentioned, my cock twitched. I knew I had to keep myself in check, that I was fortunate to have restored our friendship in some way. I couldn't resist standing next to her, listening to her, smelling her aroma.

"And what do you think I'm after? " I inquired, coming closer to her. I was in an especially daring mood.

She snorted and laughed at my words.

"What's the big deal? " I inquired, taking another step closer.

She pushed me back a few inches with her hands on my chest. She said, "You are." "I'm afraid I won't be able to resist you since you're so very hot."

As I retraced my steps to get closer to her, I chuckled. "Stop avoiding the issue."

"Wait, what question? ”

"What do you think I'm looking for?"

She smiled seductively. "I'm not going to answer that question."

"All right, then, tell me what you want. ”

She finally said, "Something I really, really shouldn't."

"Let it be heard. It could be a Bora secret of us."

She approached me and placed her hands on my chest. Her voice was a seductive, breathy sound that escaped her lips. "I want you, Damian. It's ridiculous, and I know it's a horrible decision that I'll come to regret. But I'm looking for you. Not because I'm inebriated, but because I—"

It was the only thing I could stand hearing. I grabbed her hips and drew her closer to me, her body straining against mine. I kissed her after that. Emma's lips on mine were more enticing than any fancy-schmancy bubbly. I'd been missing her kiss so much it hurt.

Her curves felt so lovely under my fingertips that I wondered if simply touching her would be enough to entice me to come. Whatever else had happened up to that point had been bizarre and dreamlike, being in the thick of that kiss, my hands all over her gorgeous body, was enough to transport me to another world.

Emma's tongue pushed past my lips, the warm wetness of it going into my mouth causing chills all over my body. With each heartbeat, my cock tightened even more.

I required her like I required oxygen. I lost myself a little more with each passing moment. As I slammed my cock into her, I placed my hand on the back of her leg, pulling it off the ground. Emma's lips parted just long enough for her to tilt her head back and utter a delicious moan.

As I squeezed the sensitive flesh on the back of her leg, our eyes locked. I wanted to rip her clothing off her body and carry her into the bedroom over my shoulder like a barbarian. But I had the foresight to realize that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I should cherish it.

"Come here," I said, lifting her off the ground with my other hand on the back of her other leg. Her legs wrapped around my waist. Emma kissed me once more, her body pulsing with want and desire.

I turned around and sat her on the dining table's edge. I placed my hands on her bare thighs and lifted her dress high enough to reveal the triangle of her lace panties. My fingers glided between her silken thighs, as though dragged by a force I couldn't control.

She moaned and ground into my fingers, sending the message that she wanted more as clear as the Boracay sky at noon.

I placed one hand on the back of her head and locked my gaze with her as the fingers of my other hand crept under her pantyhose. Her pussy moist against my touch was saturated. I slid two fingers inside her, my thumb against her clit, and split her lips.

Emma groaned and fought back against my touch. Her hips squirmed as I made gentle circles with the tip of my thumb around her clit. As I watched her writhe in delight, the reality of what was going on hit me: we were back together.

I placed one hand on the back of her head and locked my gaze with her as the fingers of my other hand crept under her pantyhose. Her pussy moist against my touch was saturated. I slid two fingers inside her, my thumb against her clit, and split her lips.

Emma groaned and fought back against my touch. Her hips squirmed as I made gentle circles with the tip of my thumb around her clit. As I watched her writhe in delight, the reality of what was going on hit me: we were back together.

I ignored the gravity of the situation and concentrated on her pleasure, enjoying the way her silky walls gripped my fingers.

As the climax faded, her breathing decreased. She licked her lips as she opened her eyes. "I hope you've got more in you," she said, smiling slyly.

"You'll find out soon enough."

I picked her off the table and carried her through the living room and up the stairs without waiting for another word. It took everything I had not to just take her on the spot, holding her gorgeous body so close, her curves sheened in silver mooning that poured in through the towering windows.

I made it to the master bedroom and hurled Emma onto the bed, giggling gleefully as she landed, her tits quivering from the force. Those slivered eyes met mine, and I enjoyed the sight of her on the bed for a brief minute, everything about her face and body begging me to jump on top of her.

I pounced, slipping over Emma and yanking her from her magnificent gown as soon as possible. Her back arched again, her breasts screamed for my attention, and she was down to nothing but her lacey bra and underwear.

But I took a breath and remembered the first time we met. I was there with Emma on the night she'd given me her virginity for a split second. And as I lost myself in the memories, I realized that there had never been anyone in my life like her.

"Are you okay?"

Emma's hands rested on my broad, plump shoulders.

I had no intention of telling her about the memory that had raced across my head. "More than alright," I said, smiling at her.

I pulled her underwear down her naked, lovely thighs after unhooking her bra clasp. She returned the favor by undoing my buttons and dragging my shirt down my legs, then swiftly opening my belt and zipper. As she removed my boxer-briefs, my cock sprung out erect and eager.

Emma took my hand in hers and brought me to her opening, a loud growl coming from the depths of my chest. Another gasp dripped from her mouth as she rubbed my head into her clit.

It was too much for me to bear. No more teasing, please. I took my cock, slid it into her opening, and slammed into her. Emma, as long and thick as I was, was so wet and ready that I slipped right into her, her walls holding me hard as I crammed all of my inches into her.

Her nails dug into my muscular upper back as she snatched me up. I held on for a long time after being sheathed down to the root, making a conscious effort to etch the memories I was creating into my mind. I didn't want to forget how happy she was.

As I raised my body and clashed with Emma, Emma's breasts shook. Her hands slid down my broad V, all the way to the notches of my hips, and then to the strong muscles of my ass. She pushed down on my body and led me to increase up the pace of my unrelenting thrusts without saying anything.

"Just keep going," she grumbled. "Precisely like that."

I grinned as I continued to drive into her, looked down and watching my cock repeatedly disappear into her.

"Damian, keep fucking me. Like you used to, fuck me."

Her words reminded me that we weren't some inexperienced couple hooking up. No. We were more than that.

Her eyes widened as well, as though she was taken aback by what she'd spoken. But she soon shut them, and we both avoided the topic.

I knelt down and grabbed her leg, holding it against my chest, the new angle allowing me great access to her hot, receptive pussy. Emma's walls clenched around my length as another orgasm shot through her, her body shivering with pleasure as I hammered her with everything I had.

The sight of her approaching my dick was too much for me to bear. As I unloaded myself into her, my cock burst, white-hot ecstasy coursing through me. Our bodies shuddered as we reached the pinnacle of our enjoyment at the same time.

As the climax faded, I dropped into her. Emma pressed her slim figure into me. Before drifting off into a deep sleep, I kissed her on the nape of her neck, the warmth of her flesh against my lips the last thing I recalled.