forever in repeat

David's lip pressed against her's, a tangled mess of desperation and raw desire. It wasn't supposed to happen, but here they we're, caught in a moment neither could control. Her scent, her warmth_everything about her was driving him fucking crazy. He knew he should stop, knew he should pull away, but the soft sigh that escaped her lips as their kiss deepened shattered the last of his resolve.

His hand's gripped her waist, pulling her closer as he kissed her like a man starved. Emily responded with equal fervor, her fingers threading through his hair, tugging slightly as she leaned into him. The taste of whiskey lingered on her tongue, mixing with the sweetness that was entirely hers.

David pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against hers as he whispered, "Are you sure?"

Emily's response was immediate, her voice trembling but firm. "Yes"

That single word unleashed something primal in him. His lips crashed against hers again, more urgent this time, as if he was afraid she might change her mind. He guided her down onto the bed, their bodies tangling together in a haze of passion

Emily's heart pounded as he leaned over her, his hands trailing along her sides. His touch was firm yet gentle, exploring her curves as if commiting every inch of her to memory. Her finger's tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his lips found her neck, then her collarbone, each kiss igniting a fire that burned hotter with every touch.

His hand's moved to the hem of her blouse, hesitating for just a moment before sliding it upward. She raised her arms to help him, the fabrics slipping away to reveal her bare skin. David's breath hitched, his eye's darkening as they took in the sight of her.

"You're perfect," he said, his voice filled with reverence.

Heat bloomed in Emily's cheeks, but she didn't have time to feel self-conscious. David's lips we're on her again, this time trailing down her chest, his hand expertly unhooking her bra. The cool air against her skin was quickly replaced by the warmth of his touch, his lips, his tongue.

Her back arched as a soft moan escaped her lips, her body responding instinctively to his every move. His hand's slid lower, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her jeans before easing them down her legs. She gasped as his lips followed, kissing the inside of her thighs with a tenderness that sent Wave's of pleasure coursing through her.

"You taste like heaven," David murmured against her skin, his word's thick with desire as his lips trailed lower, his tongue flicking against her in a way that made Emily gasp audibly. Her back arched off the bed, her fingers curling Into the sheets as a surge of heat flooded her body.

"Fuck, David," she breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and disbelief at how intensely he was making her feel.

His chuckle was low, almost smug, vibrating against her in a way that sent shivers racing through her. "You like that, don't you?" He teased, his voice rough and full of need.

Emily could only whimper in response as his tongue pressed deeper, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady. He worked her slowly at first, his movements deliberate and maddening, building her up bit by bit. Every swirl of his tongue, every soft suck, was like electricity jolting through her body.

Her head fell back against the pillow, her hips instinctively rising to meet his mouth. She couldn't control the sounds spilling from her lips_soft moans, whispered curses, his name said like a prayer.

"Shit, David.... Don't stop," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with desperation.

He groaned in response, the vibrations intensifying her pleasure as his hand tightened on her hips, holding her firmly in place. "I'm not stopping untill u come for me," he growled, his voice dark and commanding, making her toes curl.

Emily's breath hitched, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge. He was relentless now, his tongue moving faster, harder, until she shattered beneath him with a cry, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

David didn't stop immediately; he eased her through the aftershocks, his lips pressing soft kisses along her inner thighs as she came down from her high. When he finally moved back up her body, his face was flushed, his eyes blazing with raw desire.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you fall apart like that," he murmured, his voice thick and heavy.

Emily pulled him into a kiss, tasting herself on his lips and not caring in the slightest. Her hands roamed over his body, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles as she worked to free him from his pants.

"Let me," she whispered, her voice trembling with both nerves and anticipation.

David groaned as she slid his pants and boxer down, her hands grazing his length. He was hard, thick, and throbbing, and the sight of him made her stomach flutter with both excitement and trepidation.

"You're perfect," she murmured, her hand wrapping around him tentatively.

His head fell back, a low curse escaping his lips as she began to stroke him. "Fuck, Emily," he groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily under her touch.

Emboldened by his reaction, she leaned down, her lips brushing

Against his chest, his abs, before her tongue flicked out to taste him. She felt his entire body tense beneath her, his hands gripping the sheets as she continued exploring him with her mouth and hands.

"Shit," David hissed, his voice strained. "You're gonna drive me insane."

He couldn't take it any longer. Grabbing her gently but firmly, he flipped her onto her back, positioning himself above her. His lips crashed against hers in a kiss that was almost bruising in it's intensity.

"Are you sure?" He asked one last time, his voice softening for a moment.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute.

David aligned himself with her, pressing into her slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. Emily gasped at the stretch, the sensation of him filling her completely. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, making her toes curl and her nails dig into his back.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his forehead resting against hers as he began to move.

Their rhythm started slow, deliberate, but it quickly built into something more desperate, more frantic. The sound of their bodies moving together, their breaths mingling, their moans echoing through the room, created a symphony of pure passion.

Emily clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. Every thrust sent shockwaves through her, her body trembling as she felt herself climbing higher and higher.

"David, I'm..... I'm so close," she whispered, her voice breaking.

"Me too," he ground out, his movements becoming erractic as he chased his release.

When they finally fell over the edge together, it was like a tidal wave, crashing through them with a force that left them both gasping for air. David collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms as they both lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their heart pounding in unison.

"Holy shit," he murmured after a moment, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You're amazing."

Emily smiled faintly, exhaustion taking over as she nestled closer to him, her head resting on his chest. She could still feel the aftershocks of their connection, her body buzzing with residual pleasure.

As they drifed off to sleep, tangled together beneath the sheets, David couldn't help but wonder what the morning would bring_but for now, he was content to stay in this moment, savoring the warmth of her body.