She came back into his arms and began unbuttoning his shirt. When it was open, she lowered her face to his chest, eagerly licking and sucking at his nipples while her fingers worked the button at the top of his pants, then the zipper. Emma couldn’t drag her eyes from the explicit scene. Every muscle in her body tightened as the man pressed on the woman’s shoulders so that she went down on her knees in front of him. He sank his fingers into her hair, guiding her face to his crotch. Because of the pants he still wore, Emma couldn’t see exactly what she was doing. But it seemed like she was giving him a blow job. He threw his head back, thrusting his hips forward, his face contorted with pleasure. Lord, how was this going to end? Next to her, she could hear Cole’s harsh breathing. Looking down at his lap, she saw an erection straining against his pants. She wanted to press her hand over him. She wanted him to cup her breasts. Stroke his fingers against her clit. But that was only going to make her hotter.
