Anxious

 

That look Emily gets in her eyes when she's in a naughty mood. Of course, it wasn't her eyes that drew my attention, it was the long, hard, thick dildo between her legs, not her 'regular' one, the 'bigger' one, Evan's.

"Em," I swallowed.

"I want your mouth right there," she pointed, "right on the tip of his cock."

It was going to be one of those nights, apparently. "You're so bad sometimes," I said.

"Guilty...if it's bad to fantasize about you sucking my boyfriend's cock?"

"God, Emily..."

"Like you don't fantasize about the same thing," she said, pointing again. "And yes, I guess I'm in that kind of mood tonight. You know how it is when I'm anxious to see him."