His hands moved over the bare breasts and bottom of the woman sitting on top of him. Her red hair spilled against his chest as she kissed him on the mouth. His body begged for release. She whispered something. He couldn’t make out what. His erection was the only answer he could give her. She seemed so familiar to him, but he couldn’t put a name to the face. Were her eyes green or brown? His hands slid down her back, grasping her ass, urging her to take him inside her. She felt warm and wet against his groin. He raised his hips. He needed her. Take me. Why did she keep teasing him? She lifted herself up, and in her smile there was a promise. His throat closed. He wanted to say that he would worship her if he lived through her teasing. He wanted to kiss her again as he thrust into her, but she was fading. Emily. That was her name.
