บท 355: EMMA AT DEREK'S PARTY IX

Emma gulped in nothing, her head bent so low, as Derek broke the kiss. She sighed in gratefulness, when he hugged her to himself, preventing her from being so embarrassed if she should turn around to face the others.

What was wrong with her? She thought, biting her lips, pressing her forehead more tighter on his chest, as if to sink the entirety of herself into him. What was it about Derek that made her a sex maniac, a female animal on heat, whenever she came close to him? Worse, it had been enhanced by the fact that they hadn't seen each other for a long time. 

Even right now, nestled and safe within his arms, her breasts still ached for want of his touch and lips, and her wetness throbbed. She was not satisfied.