Piper was a little too distracted by watching him shuck his clothes to do anything about her shorts right away. She just wanted to see it, licking her bottom lip into her mouth in anticipation. And then it was like he was moving at lightning speed; his stiff length bounced and his hands reached for her shorts until she was looking down at her naked body. What the--but his lips covering hers under the weight of his warm body made her mind go blank.
Any surprised noises she made turned into lazy moans, her hands holding his face and then pushing her fingers through his hair. Usually the sultry brunette would be writhing on his dick, snug between her wet lips, and moaning or whispering little 'fuck mes' to drive her master wild but Piper was still. Her legs wound around his hips and just held him tightly against her, skin to skin. There was a tear forming in her eye and she didn't want to think about why. About how long it'd been since she'd been kissed totally bare and just for the sake of the kiss or enjoyed it. Kissing had been a chore for years and luckily most of her masters would rather her kiss other places then their mouths anyway. One even barely looked at her when he was inside her but Emerson had been different from day one. If he wasn't burning into her soul with his gaze then he was kissing her with a passion that egnited every flame her body could withhold.
When the tear escaped, she smeared it down her cheek quickly and stroked her fingers down the contours of his back until she could give his surprisingly round butt a firm squeeze. It shifted his cock to push into her pink slit and she had to tear away from his mouth to breathe. Gasping and moaning any breath that came back, the brunette knew she was right on the edge of begging him to be inside her.