Always Remember (Memories)

Always Remember (Memories) by Emma Hart

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She moves her hand, twisting it and twirling it as she rubs the whole length of me.
    Her lips close over the head , and I groan as she sucks me into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around as she moves her head backwards and forwards. My hand fists her hair, holding her head to me, and my hips buck with her movements. I look down at her.
    Her eyes are focused on mine, and she smiles, flicking her tongue out and circling the tip of my cock slowly.
    “Fuck,” I hiss out, watching as she closes her lips around me. She takes all of me, her eyes never leaving mine.
    If this doesn ’t stop right now, I’m gonna finish it in the back of her throat.
    I pull her from me, up my body, and flip us over. Her hair fans out around her head, and her eyes are shining. I take her dress from her shoulders, slowly sliding it down her arms and body until it ’s completely off of her. The red lacy underwear she’s wearing does nothing to help the throbbing in my dick.
    I remove her bra swiftly, and she ’s breathing so hard it’s echoing off the walls. I circle her nipple with my tongue, sliding her thong down her legs at the same time. I drop down, trailing my hands across her body, and hook her thighs over my shoulders.
    She gasps, and I dive my tongue inside her. She ’s ready for me, and I lick her slowly, teasing her, avoiding her clit. She wriggles on the bed, her hands fist the sheets, and she whispers pleas to me. I close my mouth over her hardened clit, sucking hard, and she cries out. I lick along her once more, and turn her to her side.
    “ Bing,” she whimpers as I settle behind her.
    “ Ssh,” I whisper, kissing her neck. I hold her leg up, and guide myself into her from behind. I slide into her wet tightness easily. She moans, moving her hips back into me, and her hand reaches behind my head to grab my hair. She grips it hard, arching her back as I thrust my hips into her faster.
    I need to let go.
    I keep kissing her neck and let go of her leg. My hand slides in front of her, my fingers finding her sensitive clit. I rub it in small circles, and she throws her head back. I pound into her, rubbing her harder, and drag my teeth along her neck, biting down softly.
    Jen cries out, every muscle in he r body tensing as her orgasm wracks her body. I grit my teeth, holding her to me, and I pump into her faster. Seconds later, I explode inside her and drop my head. She whimpers a little, and I kiss her shoulder where I bit her a little.
    “ It’s... Okay,” she mutters.
    I smile. “Like it rough, babe?”
    She sighs, turning her head towards mine. A small smile is teasing her lips, and even though her eyes are closed, I know its pure pleasure. “If that’s how you do rough, then mhmm, I like it.”
    I chuckle, covering her lips with mine. She kisses me back.
    “No more,” she mutters. “I need sleep after that.”
    I laugh, pulling out of her to get comfy. She gets up on shaky legs, crosses her room , and grabs a towel. I grin as she wipes herself down. She walks back over to her bed, climbs in, and I tuck us under the covers, pulling her into me. Her back fits against my chest, and her legs entwine with mine, and as I breathe her in, I know.
    I know right now I ’m the luckiest asshole in London, because Jennifer Mason is mine.
     
    ~
     

JEN
     
    I lie on the sofa, my legs hooked over the back and my head dangling off the cushion. The weak winter sun is sneaking through the gap in my curtains, and I can imagine it glistening off the snow.
    I close my eyes, scanning the park outside my flat without really seeing it. The trees stretching up into the sky with snow weighing down the branches, the white, foot step printed blanket on the ground, the empty swings moving and creaking in the gentle wind. The green of the leaves on the bushes peeking out, the blades of grass just starting to break through the snow, the winter flowers unaffected by the cold temperatures.
    I open my eyes, spin on the sofa, and jump up, heading to my

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