C68 Chapter Sixty Eight

Emma didn’t try to stop him. Roughly he pulled the silk top down her arms and off of her. Her breath came in fast, agitated rasps. He pulled Emma's pajama bottoms off just as swiftly, and his own boxer shorts, goaded by the perfume of her arousal, and by the urgency of her soft hands on his body.

She wrapped herself around him as he mounted her, as he pushed into her, into the tight