Emma Jay Quotes

When they reached the creek where they'd gone two nights before, far enough from the house so that she could scream to the heavens as she came, he slid out of the saddle and pulled her into his arms, body to body, holding her tightly against him as he kissed her, open-mouthed and hungry. She wound her arms around him, pushed her leg between his, her tongue into his mouth and he was dizzy with wanting her.

He entered her with a practiced thrust, his mouth finding hers, filling her with her taste and arousal so strong. She curled her fingers over his muscular ass and spread her legs wider, searching for the rhythm to match his. God, so perfect, the angle, the tempo. He looked down at her as she found it, as she met him stroke for stroke, so good, so hot, so deep.

Vaguely she was aware of her moans floating across the backyard as her entire body tightened around him, then released, sending bits of her consciousness flying in all directions like the stars in the sky above. Her nails dug into his shoulder through his shirt as she anchored herself to him, as the orgasm pulsed through her. She felt the ripples of his own climax inside her, and then he collapsed over her, bringing both legs into the hammock and pulling her against his side.
"Perfect," he murmured, and in a few minutes, his breathing evened out.

You want a drink?" he (Brady) offered.
"My friend's getting one." She gestured toward Susan, who approached.
"Your date?"
"My-no! No, I'm not - " God, did he think she was a lesbian? Boy, talk about seduction fail.

The next thing she knew, his c#ck nudged at her entrance.
"Condom," she managed.
"Taken care of." He guided her hand to the base of his shaft so she could feel the sheath. "Ride me, Elizabeth."
With a shift of her hips, she brought him into her, igniting desire she thought spent as he stretched her, stroked her inner walls.

And he was big, so big. Even in her wedge heels, her nose only reached the middle of his chest as he edged closer. His shoulders blocked the light as his breath washed warm over her skin. Her pulse leapt like a rabbit at her throat as he lowered his mouth to brush over her parted lips, once, twice, before settling over them.Oh, God. His lips were firm, and molded to hers, learning the shape of her mouth. His tongue teased the entrance of her mouth, then he delved deeper.

She sipped from her bottle. "Okay. Truth or dare."
"Dare."
Okay, she hadn't expected that. She'd been prepared to ask some lame question that she probably already knew the answer to. Now she had to think of a dare.
The driving pulse of music gave her an idea.
"Dance with me," she blurted.
He lifted his eyebrows. "That's your dare?"
"Not challenging enough?"
He shook his head. "Not nearly."
"You haven't seen me dance.