In the middle of their tickle fight, Emily giggled and squirmed, bouncing on John's lap. Their laughter filled the room, but as their fight escalated, it turned into something more.
Emily tried to scratch John's chest, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Their breathing grew heavier, lips just inches apart. Suddenly, Emily bit John's lower lip, drawing blood. He growled and rolled them over so she was underneath.
He stared down at her flushed cheeks and exposed neck, desire igniting within him. Emily's eyes widened as John slowly trailed his lips down her neck, stopping to suckle a sensitive spot. She arched into the touch, inviting more.
With a rough groan, John pulled off Emily's shirt, leaving her bra in place.
