<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/WOAQMvG.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Emma Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16026944#msg16026944)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Guest Bedroom #2<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Black jacket</del>,<del>Black top</del>,<del>Black bra</del>,<del>Belt</del>,<del>Jeans</del>,<del>Black panties</del>,<del>Sneakers</del><br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: Foreplay<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Jonathan<br/><hr/><br/>Emma let her eyes focus on the door as it closed behind Jonathan. Chloe and Jules were still unknowns as far as she knew. The thought of either one of them walking in was...hard to put into words. It certainly had a taboo feel -- that little tingling in the chest that said something was both right and wrong at the same time. The question really was whether Emma was feeling adventurous enough for the right to outweigh the wrong.<br/><br/>Her eyes were still on the door when Jonathan joined her on the bed. A hand found his chest as he brought the two of them together. She was so close to asking him to slow down; Chloe or Jules could have been right behind him. Emma never really stood a chance though. Their lips met. Emma's eyes closed with a muffled noise of longing. Their tongues danced against one another. The hand that had been placed at Jonathan's chest slid up to grasp and pull at his shoulder, its original intended message of "Slow down" forgotten and replaced with a nonverbal "More." If Chloe or Jules were coming, they could let themselves in and find a way to squeeze in between the two of them, right?<br/><br/>"<strong>Oh yeah? I wanna see you try.</strong>" Emma was breathlessly panting when they pulled apart but it didn't stop her grin or the playful wag of her hips. Getting her off in fifteen minutes -- well, probably fourteen now depending on when the timer started -- was just within the realm of possibility. Jonathan had a lot of things working for him: Emma was already incredibly turned on, she was drunk enough to stay out of her own head, he was hot as hell, and he had a little mechanical backup. But someone she had just met pushing all the right buttons in a constrained window seemed like a big hill to climb. Emma was rooting for him though. Because who didn't like orgasms?<br/><br/>Emma's playfulness continued when Jonathan unclasped her bra. Her arms pressed against her sides, accentuating already impressive tits, but also fighting against the descent of the fabric that kept her covered. She couldn't resist the giggles that escaped from her or the urge to steal a few kisses from Jonathan's cheek while his attention was focused elsewhere. It was always going to be a losing battle though, and when the straps of her bra had been teased down to her elbows, Emma gave up the game and let her top slide off her arms and fall away on the bed.<br/><br/>Jonathan was direct to the point once he had her bra off. Emma couldn't help but laugh when he so swiftly palmed one breast and then the other. The chill of wet skin meeting air already had her nipples hard, but Jonathan's kneading would have gotten her there if she hadn't already been. His warmth was a welcome added pleasant sensation for skin that still glistened with the chilly waters of the pool. A grin of amusement settled onto her lips as she alternated her gaze between watching his hands play with her and the reactions on his face.<br/><br/>That grin didn't last through the descent of her back onto the mattress. There was something about being beneath a man -- his body against hers, their heat shared, her legs parted and hugging his sides -- that made the situation feel more<em>real</em>. A moment ago, they were just two people messing around and having a fun time. Now, every fiber in Emma's body subconsciously understood that Jonathan was going to fuck her. That realization and that anticipation flipped a switch. Emma's eyes were wide with that mixture of pleading and vulnerable apprehension that always drove guys crazy. Her lips were parted to allow heavy, panting breaths to pass. "<strong><em>Jonathan...</em></strong>" His name found itself whispered on one of her exhales when his mouth and his tongue found her tits. The hardness that Emma felt brush against her thigh elicited a shift in her hips and a curling of her leg so that her skin ran along his. God, she almost begged for it right then and there.<br/><br/>But Jonathan had other plans, and when he lifted one side of her, Emma understood what he wanted and cooperated by rolling over for him. She lifted her hips when she felt his fingers hook under her panties, her head turned back to watch him remove the last little bit of modesty that she had left. The kisses up the length of her body earned Jonathan a few happy squeals and a kick up of her heels when his lips touched her neck.<br/><br/>Emma took the second roll over as a chance to swat away the pillows that occupied so much of the center of the bed, sending the heap off into the floor except for one that she commandeered to place behind her head. Jonathan pulled her legs apart again, meeting no resistance as Emma let her knees fall open until they nearly touched the mattress. The pussy left on display was hairless -- freshly and professionally waxed because it wasn't every day that you got invited to a celebrity orgy. The skin around it was already flushed red with arousal. Light danced across moisture that gave her sex a tantalizing sheen. Some of it was lingering water from the pool, but the way that Jonathan's fingers smoothly glided against her skin in a way that just water wouldn't allow told him that Emma had been letting her imagination run wild for awhile.<br/><br/>While Jonathan teased, Emma watched as much as she could from the other end of her body. She let one hand busy itself with cupping her right breast, softly squeezing into the supple flesh. The hum of the toy drowned out the hastening panting of her breath. And when it finally touched her, Emma drew in a sharp inhale and arched her back. Her leg lifted, hoping Jonathan would take the hint and hook an arm under it, allowing him to keep her legs pulled wide apart.<br/><br/>For awhile, Emma let Jonathan direct the action, moving the wand across her pussy as he pleased. Each time it contacted her clit, Emma jerked and gasped. Her legs twitched. In those moments, she could feel the vibration through her entire body -- sometimes overwhelming and other times blissfully pleasant. The hand that had been on her breast sought out Jonathan's waistband and feebly tugged on it. "<strong><em>Fuck</em>. Right there.</strong>" Emma's free hand aggressively seized Jonathan's wrist, halting the exploration of the wand as it was just barely grazing against the base of her clit. Emma's eyes rolled in pure delight. "<em><strong>Holy fuck...</strong></em>" Emma let the words out on a breath that was half lustful exhale and half giddy laughter. The hand that was playing around Jonathan's waistband found its strength and pulled his boxers down enough to free his cock. Emma's hand gripped it, stroking along its length, a tremble in her fingers. Her eyes stayed glued there for a time, watching her hand move along his length, trying to focus on reciprocating and blocking out the pleasure slowly building in her own body.<br/><br/>"<strong>Uhhnn...</strong>" Emma had been trying to hold her moans in, but one inevitably squeaked out as she exhaled. Maybe she was self-conscious about being heard by the group of people that were only two walls and a hallway away. Maybe she didn't want Jonathan to think he was winning. Either way, Emma squirmed against the vibration of the toy, her eyes scrunching up as she fought back another moan that escaped as a whine beneath a long, breathy exhale instead. Her hand stopped stroking Jonathan and Emma looked up at him. There wasn't another living thing on Earth that could have begged as hard for something with just its eyes.