Emily Jane Nude Novels & Stories

His voice, cold as the heart of winter, cut through the charged air as he demanded, "Why are you in this place? I didn't call you." Emily's smile, as enigmatic as the secrets she held, graced her lips as she rose from the edge of the bathtub. Her movements, bathed in sensuality, were deliberate as she pulled down her dress, allowing it to cascade to the floor. The room bore witness to her naked beauty. Her nude figure stood before Francisco, her allure intensified by the dim, sensuous lighting of the bathroom. Her alluring bosom, adorned with taut buds that defied the constraints of modesty, caught the ambient light and shimmered with a beguiling glow.

she muttered, tilting her head to give him better access. Lucas pulled back, his eyes blazing with desire. "I want you naked beneath me," he growled, his voice rough with need. Emily's breath caught. Without hesitation, she reached for the delicate straps of her baby doll, slowly sliding them off her shoulders. The lace whispered against her skin as it fell away, pooling around her hips in a tangle of fabric. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," Lucas breathed, drinking in the sight of her. Emily laid back on the sofa, watching him through half-lidded eyes. She parted her legs slightly, a smirk playing on her lips as she noticed his eyes widen.

Emily said enthusiastically. "Wait wait . Let me take a guess then you'll tell me whether wrong or right. " She stretched her arms out to stop Hana from talking " You farted . ?? A smelly fart? The one you use to ,when we ate baked beans? " She asked and Hana laughed at her stupid guess "No , not that . Something more embarrassing." Hana gave her a hint " He saw you naked??. " Emily covered her mouth with her hands in mock shocked expression. But what was actually weird is that Emily saw Mera's face burning and when she looked down to her feet to stop herself from showing her face to the other

After what feels like an eternity, Emily comes out wearing a pretty baby blue one piece with glitter all over it. “How do I look Uncle Mark?” she looks up at me with those little expectant eyes. I know exactly what she wants to hear and I am not gonna disappoint her “you look exactly like princess Elsa from Frozen, very pretty little Em” Emily looks at me bewildered “she’s not a princess, she’s a queen” I hit my head in mock disgust “how silly of me, of course she’s a queen” Em smiles at me and I am momentarily taken aback to the way Lizzy smiles at me.

I knocked lightly before stepping in. “Chris?” I called out. No answer. I heard music from upstairs – something soft, probably Taylor Swift. Then footsteps padded down the wooden stairs. When I turned, my breath caught. It was Emily. She wore nothing but tiny black shorts and a thin white tank top with no bra underneath. Her nipples were hard, visible through the fabric, and her long legs seemed to stretch on forever. “Oh,” she said, startled, her cheeks pinkening. “You’re here early.” I swallowed hard. “Yeah. Traffic was good today.”

Emmeline was dressed up to the nines, in her form-fitting turtleneck with her hair softly curled and makeup tastefully done, highlighting the dewy softness of her skin as well as the beautiful blue of her eyes. However, Matteo didn’t spare her a second glance to appreciate her looks. He merely crossed his arms and glared at her impassively. Emmeline’s face turned red when she realized that Matteo was completely naked. Her eyes went lower, and lower, to his exposed manhood which the door barely covered.

I was Surprisingly serious. “Stay with me tonight” ********* I watched Emily sleep naked after last night, her blonde hair was a fiery contrast to the dark of the room and her chest rose and fell quickly as she slept and her hands were wrapped around her stomach. She looked like a goddess, and even in slumber, I could see the soft curves of her body that had haunted my dreams for months. She was perfect. So beautiful in fact that it almost hurt. It was like looking at a painting or one of those famous sculptures, and seeing how real they were.

My phone buzzed and Alisha's hands which were now on my bare chest with my shirt opened wide stopped. I picked it up to see a picture message from Emily. All she wore was a small bra that exposed most of her boobs and hid her nipples. She seemed to be wearing something small beneath but a piece of clothing that looked like my shirt was sitting on her lap and she was sitting on our king-sized bed. Her hands were in her hair, holding them up while the curls fell down her face. I couldn’t tell if it had been her intent or not, but she was as sexy as fuck.

The office doors banged open and Ryan stood in the doorway. He looked miserable with his shirt untucked and messy hair. His eyes widened as he took in the scene with his father's trousers open, cock still wet and hanging standing between Emily’s spread thighs. Emily, naked except for the torn blouse draped over her shoulders with her legs dangling off the desk, cum leaking steadily from her swollen pussy onto the polished surface. Her breasts heaving, lips red and swollen and her hair wild. Victor straightened slowly and tucked himself away. Emily didn’t move to cover herself. She met Ryan’s stare head-on with a raised brow.

I had remained shirtless but I did not complain at all, I was not cold at all. Emma’s hands landed on my bare chest and she began to pass over my hot skin as she sighed. "I’d like you to get undressed too," she said seriously, "I like to see you naked, above me, below me, and even behind me". "You’re very lewd when you’re drunk Em"