Joe doesn't lay me back so gently on the bed anymore and gets up. I watch his tall, impressive figure as he walks across the room to a door and disappears into the room beyond. A streak of light falls in and illuminates part of the room. A mighty closet, a dominant desk and the huge bed I'm lying on, otherwise there is no furniture in it. But this facility looks very expensive, and I wonder again what Joe does for a living. Then the light in the bathroom goes out again and he comes back, tugging a crackling foil in his hands. Every thought about furniture and jobs is immediately gone.
"Let me do it," I say, sliding over to the edge of the bed to take the condom off him and grab his cock by the root. That's a trick of mine to make sure that the condom fits properly. I'm not in the mood for any mishaps that could have immense effects. Before I put the condom on Joe, I look up at him again and playfully lick his smooth glans.
He gets the full Emma-the-Grenade program. The wildest ride of his life. I quickly fit into the role of the uninhibited, willing seductress that I have given up for so long - until this night. I think I should thank Joe for starting the old fire in me. Or should he thank me for screwing him to the point of unconsciousness?
We enjoy exploring our bodies until the wee hours of the morning. Completely exhausted and satisfied, I finally fall asleep with a smile on my face. Oh, yes, I really needed that!
As I wake up, I'm lying alone in bed. Dull light falls through the heavy curtains and shows me that the day has long since begun. A sunny day it seems. With an effort I turn on my back and feel every single muscle and bone stressed in my body. And I also feel complete satisfaction and relief. Yes, I really needed that night. The hours filled with passion have been more than necessary!