The Crystal 3 by Jones M (uplifting books for women .txt) 📕

love you too," Zane replied before fully launching the kiss to a make-out session. He was hungry for Emery. The kiss was an appetizer, and he was itching for the main course.

Emery gasped, much to Zane's delight. His hands wrapped around her as she slowly began falling into the kiss. Emery's lips felt perfect to Zane. They were soft, a small contrast to his. The kiss was electric, and it increased the arousal Zane felt for Emery.

Emery wrapped her legs around Zane's waist. Zane cradled Emery's head to his, feeling her soft cheeks, a huge difference to his own skin. Holding onto Emery with his hands, Zane moved to the dining room, still kissing Emery. She was addictive to him, and he found it hard to stop kissing her.

Luckily for them, the dining room curtains were closed, only bringing a little light from the afternoon sun. The light was enough to illuminate everything in the room.

Emery moaned as Zane stuck his tongue into her mouth. The difference in textures and heat turned Emery on. She arched into the kiss, encouraging it. Zane smiled, caressing his tongue against Emery's. His arms tightened around Emery's waist, pushing her closer to him.

Emery dug her hands into Zane's hair, grasping and tugging it at the kiss. Zane barely felt the pull of his hair, too busy preoccupied with Emery's lips. He dug his own hands into Emery's hair, grabbing her head as he loudly kissed her. Emery gasped and moaned in pleasure, feeling wetness beginning to pool between her legs.

After a while of kissing, Zane realized it wasn't enough. He was itching to feel Emery's bare skin against his, and he wanted to hear Emery scream his name in pleasure again.

He recalled what happened on the previous night, and his cock jumped at the memory.

Zane guided Emery onto the dining room table, making her lie down and successfully maintaining the kiss. He then ended the kiss, deciding to nibble Emery's bottom lip. Emery's eyes were closed, her gasps and pants of pleasure being the sounds that urged Zane on. He then directed his kisses to her cheek, going towards the spot on her neck.

"Zane," Emery whimpered in pleasure. Zane found the spot that drove Emery crazy, finding the hickey he had left as a mark on the previous night.

She's mine, Zane thought. I can't believe she's mine.

He left it, staring at a panting Emery. Her lips were full and thoroughly kissed with her hair uncombed from Zane's hands.

"Zane?" Emery asked with a smile.

"You're beautiful," Zane stated before kissing her. He wrapped his arms around her, hauling her form to his. At first, he planned to take her on the table. But then, he changed his mind, wanting Emery to experience pleasure without things getting in the way.

Emery wrapped her legs around Zane again. She shifted a little on his hold as Zane walked with ease towards the bedroom. He kicked the door open as he entered, kicking it close after they had entered before gently placing Emery on the mattress. Zane ended the kiss for a moment to stare at Emery. He then proceeded to unbutton his shirt. His shirt was removed, and he quickly pulled off his white undershirt, revealing his sexy torso that held Emery in a trance once again.

Emery stared at the muscular guy in front of her. The light in the room brought out the depths and curves of Zane's torso. His abs stood out, and so did his pecs. Light hair decorated his torso, barely seen because of the lighting. The sight aroused Emery.

Zane looked at Emery, smirking when he caught her unabashedly staring at his chest. It made him proud he had that effect on her, and he was going to make sure she only wanted him.

Especially with how much he wanted to make love to her at the moment.

Zane then quickly reached for Emery's shirt. Emery tried to help, sitting on her tailbone and raising her arms to help Zane get rid of it. As the shirt was being taken off, Zane unsnapped Emery's bra, letting it sit on her chest. When the shirt was off, he grabbed the bra and threw it off.

"Damn," Zane commented, entranced by Emery's bare torso. Her skin was pale-yellow, and her breasts were exposed for Zane to see. He remembered the time he had seen them covered in soap. The nipples were the pink color that he remembered, standing erect for him to touch. He also recalled touching Emery's breasts and eliciting moans from her. His erection grew as he anticipated touching them again.

Zane stared in hypnotized silence as Emery's chest heaved, her breasts rising and falling. He pictured spraying whipped cream on her breasts and the nipples before sucking on them until Emery came untouched.

Zane wanted to see more. In an instant, he reached for Emery's jeans before pulling them off her. Emery's blue panties were left. Zane had them off of her within seconds.

The lighting brought out Emery's nakedness. He stared at her, making sure he had the image stuck in his mind.

In an instant, Zane was on Emery. He wrapped his hands around her, bringing her flush against him. He kissed her passionately, his arousal spiking once his lips touched Emery's and also at the feel of her breasts. The nipples grazed his chest, and Emery gasped in pleasure.

"You like that?" Zane asked, reaching with his hands to grab at her boobs. Emery wrapped her legs around Zane. Zane then recalled that he still had his jeans. With a cuss, he released one breast to tug off the rest of his clothing quickly. Seconds later, he was naked.

He forced Emery's legs around his waist, pushing his hard cock against Emery's cunt. The head dragged against her clit as his shaft dragged up across her slit. Emery moaned in pleasure as she threw her head back, showing Zane the breasts he loved. He lapped at one of them, slowly dragging the tongue around the nipple. He tickled Emery's areola, watching the beaded nipple and ignoring it. Zane reached for the breast with a hand, squeezing it as Emery moaned again. He opened his mouth, encasing the nipple, making Emery buck beneath him.

Zane had never seen someone so responsive during sex. He was even surprised that Emery could get wet from having her nipples sucked. He liked it, and he hoped that wouldn't change. It excited him to see Emery experience so much pleasure because of him.

Zane tightened his mouth around the nipple as his other hand reached for the neglected breast. He rolled and squeezed it before trapping the nipple between his index finger and thumb, rubbing it like someone spraying salt on food. His lips rubbed the other nipple. Emery moaned out in shock, grinding her pussy against Zane's dick. She was wet, and her juices were covering Zane's cock.

Zane gently bit on the nipple in his mouth, making Emery buck before yelling his name. He thought of making her come like that, but the wetness that reached his thighs reminded him of something else.

He wanted to eat her out.

His cock jumped at the thought, and he soon let go of Emery's nipple with a pop. He momentarily forgot what he remembered when he saw the pink flesh. It was hard, pointing out for his attention. He blew on it, and Emery shivered. He then directed his eyes to the one he was rubbing with his fingers.

Maybe her pussy could wait, he thought. In an instant, he shifted his attention to it.

His mouth enclosed onto it as his other hand rubbed the one he had just sucked. His finger got a little wet, but he ignored it, pinching and tugging at the nipple. His mouth focused on the other one, sucking and making it wet as his teeth gently pulled it. Emery kept moaning, gyrating her hips against Zane's. He felt a warm pool of wetness on his cock, and he stopped teasing the nipple. He looked up at Emery, seeing her cheeks flushed and her mouth opened in an 'O' with her eyes closed.

He smirked, placing kisses on Emery's stomach. He kept his gaze onto Emery as he went lower, seeing the nipples he so wished he could suckle again. Probably even draw out an orgasm from just doing that.

Maybe later.

His gaze then turned to the center of Emery. He grabbed her thighs, urging her to open her legs wider. That had Emery open her eyes as she stared at Zane in surprise.

"Zane..."

"Open your legs for me," he ordered with a deep voice. He couldn't forget the taste of Emery's juices. He wanted more, and he was going to get it.

"But--"

Zane knew Emery was going to feel embarrassed about her pussy. She shouldn't have been because Zane loved all of her.

Instead of waiting for her to talk about how she felt about him seeing her, he forcefully opened her legs, revealing her pussy.

Fuck, Zane thought, observing Emery's cunt. She wasn't just wet; she was drenched. In fact, he saw a drop of her juices trailing onto the bed. He even spotted a spot on the sheets slowly getting damp.

Emery blushed as she began thinking of what Zane was thinking about seeing her.

"Fuck, Emery. Your pussy is so gorgeous," Zane commented, making Emery blush. He darted his tongue to her clit. He lapped at it, and Emery bucked on the bed.

"Look at how wet you are. I swear you taste better every day," Zane continued, and with an excited groan, he delved with his tongue to explore her juices.

Zane wanted to shudder in bliss at the taste. Emery was sweet, and he couldn't help himself as he licked her juices. More kept coming, and he groaned at the taste. Zane was like a thirsty man in a desert, lapping away at droplets of water that were in a cactus. He licked and lapped at Emery's walls, making sure to get more of her juices in his mouth. Meanwhile, Emery's thighs jumped with a pleasured scream threatening to escape her lips. She closed her eyes at the incredible bliss that she felt. Her legs wrapped around Zane's head.

Zane groaned before practically fucking Emery with his tongue, lapping and sucking at the juices that kept on flowing. He withdrew his tongue, quickly jamming a finger in her as his mouth found her clit.

Emery tossed and turned. Zane grabbed one of the legs near his head, placing it on his shoulder as he delved deeper into her pussy. He then grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing and playing with the nipple.

Emery's orgasm was building up. Zane lapped at her pussy, tracing the slit with his tongue and plunging it into her again. He groaned, the vibrations being felt by Emery. They increased the arousal in her. She was a moaning mess by then, her pussy being eaten out and one of her nipples being played with.

Zane decided to nip at her clit gently, and that sent Emery over the edge.

"ZANE!" she yelled as her back arched, her orgasm hitting her hard. Zane groaned as he looked at Emery, lapping at her juices in excitement. He sucked and licked, drinking the droplets and making sure he got her juices in his mouth. Once the orgasm had ebbed, he began tracing the lips of Emery's pussy with his tongue. He wanted her to orgasm again, and he wanted another taste of her essence. She was sweet, and he wanted to drink her juices again.

"Zane," Emery whispered in uncertainty as Zane gently probed his tongue into her. He let go of her breast, using both hands to grab her thighs. Emery thought she had hurt Zane when she wrapped her legs around his head, and so she went to open them wider.

"I- I don't want to hurt--" before Emery could continue spilling her worry about the position, Zane jabbed his tongue in her pussy. It was not supposed to be possible, but Emery's arousal was stirring again at the mere touch. It shocked her.

But then, she