Come on me, sweets, come for me, come with me, come, Emmylou, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, COME!
She came! Her snatch rippling, jerking, convulsing, wet ooze dribbling from her lips onto mine, being snapped up by my fucking tongue. Her cunt hot and musky, a swamp into which my face was greedily thrust! The play of muscles in her ass, vibrating beneath my fingers' caress! And I was coming, too, coming from the sheer delight of bringing my Emmylou to her passionate release.
We scaled that hill together, Emmylou and I, we climbed and we struggled until we could climb no higher, till only heaven itself stretched above us. And then, hand in hand, we leaped into a sky electric with ecstasy, immersing our bodies in erotic, sexual fulfillment.
Her body shuddered against mine as she writhed in her climax. My cunt ached. I was coming with Emmylou, my pussy exploding in harmony with hers, but I wanted to come again. I wanted her to love me with her mouth, the way I'd loved her. I wanted that sweet mouth of hers to suck honey from my snatch. I wanted her tongue to invade my cunt and flog me to hysterics. I wanted – I wanted – oh, I wanted everything!
I spoke into her cunt. "Do me now, darling! Lick me! Suck me! Kiss my pussy! Use your tongue on me! Oh, Emmylou, will you eat me just like I ate you?"
"I don't know if I can," she moaned. "I don't know how, but I want to learn! I want to, Marilyn! God, let me try!"
I slid back, opening my legs. Trembling, shuddering, her face flushed with passion, Emmylou sat up. She stared at me where I sat rubbing my stomach, and I saw her eyes flash with happiness. She licked her lips and she came towards me, spittle forming in the corners of her mouth.
"Yes, suck me, Emmylou. Suck me!"
Perhaps there really was a God. My prayers had been answered. I was free of that horrible captivity, and I had Emmylou, and Emmylou was eagerly sucking my pussy.
Somehow I knew, as her tongue brushed my cunt, that this time it would be for keeps. I had my lady, and my lady had her lady. Our love may have been sealed in Luke Tolliver's blood, but Luke Tolliver didn't mean diddly-shit even when he was alive. Nothing counted; no one else counted! Only me and Emmylou. Together! Now! Forever!