Emma's breath caught as she watched the muscles in his back and shoulders working to buff out that last bit of wax, and she found her hands roaming from his back, up over his shoulders and down to his strong chest and stomach. She pushed his ponytail over his shoulder to place a soft wet kiss on his neck. Zac was just finished and he replaced the lid on the jar of wax, wiped his hands off on the towel he was using, then tossed them aside. "Em...how am I supposed to get any of this finished with you doing that?" he asked, reaching up behind his head to dig his hand into her soft, dark curls. "I'm not blind, drummerman.." she chuckled directly in his ear, then licked his earlobe. "I can see you're finished." she said, then tugged his ponytail to pull his head back, and placed a sexy, wet kiss on his soft, full lips. "Mmm...kinda pushy tonight aren't you?" he laughed. "You haven't SEEN pushy, you sexy hunk of surfin' drummer.." she giggled. "They don't call it sex wax for nothin'." She tugged his ponytail loose, dug her hand into his silky hair and planted another wet kiss on him, plunging her tongue in his mouth. "OH yeah?" he grinned as their lips parted and turned his body toward hers. "Mmhmmmm..." she purred back, raking his hair back off his face then slipping her hands over his strong pecs and down his ribcage to his waist. His large hands spanned her small waist (she still hadn't gained back ALL the weight she'd lost, and Zac was sure it was due to the fact that she no longer drank every night and that she kept up a grueling workout schedule, on top of surfing, to keep in shape for dance auditions and jobs) and he slipped them up underneath the little tank top she wore. Emma's breath came more quickly, as it always did when she felt his warm hands on her bare skin, and she leaned in to kiss him again. "You know I love you, Zac.." she breathed as his hands cupped the sides of her breasts under her slightly tight tank. "Mmm...I love you, too, Em." he said softly as she covered his mouth with hers and kissed him deeply, digging her hands into his hair. He pushed her tank top up and she lifted her arms to let him remove it from her. He sucked in his breath as she tossed her hair and he flung her tank to the side. He combed the ends of her curls with her fingertips and let his eyes travel over her strong, yet soft body and her full breasts, with nipples a brownish pink from being exposed to the sun. Before he could get his mouth around one, she pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. "Watchin' you wax that board makes me almost as hot as watchin' you pound that drumkit into oblivion baby..." she giggled as she leaned over him, letting her nipples hover just above his mouth. "Oh damn...Emma...don't tease me babe..." he grinned, reaching up to knead her breasts since she wouldn't lower them to his mouth. "Who's teasin'?" she laughed sexily as she leaned down to kiss him thoroughly, making his feet curl and his semi-hard cock jump to attention. He slid his hands down her sides to her hips, and pushed the soft waistband of her sweatpants down slightly, then slipped his hands inside to run them over her tight, round, dancer's behind, grinning under her kiss when he discovered there were no panties there to get in his way. Emma chuckled and reached behind her to grab his wrists, then moved his arms so his hands were pinned down at either side of his head. "Oh? You like that?" she raised her eyebrow and grinned. He could only smile back and then close his eyes as she devoured every inch of his bare chest with her hot, wet mouth, keeping his hands pinned. "Mmmm..." he groaned softly, feeling his own breath quicken as her mouth neared his bellybutton. She still had his hands pinned, but now at his waist, as she flicked her tongue around his navel and let her nipples rub against his body when she moved. He drew in his breath and held it as she traced the waistband of his jeans with her tongue, then covered the very obvious bulge, that strained against the the button fly on his 501's, with her mouth. His hips began to shift as she rubbed her mouth against his cock, through his jeans, her breath coming through the fabric to warm him there. He tried to move his hands, to undo his jeans for her but she tightened her grip on his wrists, took hold of the top buttonhole with her teeth and yanked the buttons open, one by one. "Oh...damn..." he breathed as her breath warmed him even more through the thin cotton of his jockeys. "Damn..." she muttered, knowing she'd have to let go of his hands to finish what she started. "What's up, babe?" Zac asked, finding it hard to make his voice sound normal. "Nothing." she smiled seductively at him. "You be a good boy, and don't move a muscle till I get back...hear me." She straddled him on all fours, let him get a lap at both her nipples then kissed him hungrily before she got up and went into her bedroom. Zac started to roll over and lean his head on his hand, but she poked her head back out her bedroom door and admonished him. "I told you to stay put, drummerman." she smiled. " I meant it...and close your eyes while you're at it." she giggled. He groaned and did as he was told, wondering what the heck sparked this mood and how could he get her into it more often.

Zac chuckled again when Emma poked her head back out the door to make sure he was doing as he was told. "Hey..no peeking.." she called out. "I'm not.." he answered, laughing. "OOOkaaaayyy....I mean it Zac.." she sang out, on her way back to him. "I promise, babe," he grinned with his eyes shut. "I'm NOT looking.." He could feel her near him now and was hard pressed not to take a quick look at her. He felt her kneel behind his head, being careful not to kneel down onto his hair, and then she stroked his face, softly. He kept his eyes closed, as she wanted, and kissed her back when he felt her lower her head and press her lips to his. He started to reach above his head, to touch her, but she grabbed his wrists again and whispered in his ear. "Sit up baby..." he slid to a seated position, which made his jeans slide off his hips, since she already had them undone. Emma covered his eyes with one hand, and sucked at the skin on his neck and shoulder. "Em..." he groaned softly. "Shhh...all about you baby..." she whispered and bound his hands behind his back, with black silk wrist cuffs. "What the hell are you up to?" he groaned, titlting his head so she could suck harder at his neck. "I'm being PUSHY..." she chuckled in his ear, then took a soft bite of his shoulder. "Not too tight?" she asked softly running her hands over his shoulders and down his chest. "No.." he leaned back against her, his eyes still closed, and realized she was completely naked. "Can't get 'em undone can you?" she whispered again, slipping her hands down his belly and grazing the head of his rock hard cock through his underwear. He tugged, then shook his head. "Good...now you can't stop me before I'M done.." she chuckled, and devoured the other side of his neck with her hot, wet mouth. "Umm..yeah...and WHY may I ask do you have these?" he murmured. She couldn't help giggling. "You mean my 'tethers of trust'?" she asked. "Oh god." he laughed, "They have a name?" "Mmhhmm.." she murmured smugly. "Left over from one of my old costumes.." she said, "Didn't know I'd even packed 'em 'till I was looking for something else.." She moved in front of him and straddled his lap. "You can look now.." she said, "If you want." He slowly opened his eyes and was sorry he let her tie him up, he wanted to run his hands over her smooth, long dancer's body. "Oh god, Em." he stated and tried to pull his wrists free. She threw her head back and laughed. "What's the matter, sexy drummerman?" she asked. "Don't you trust me?"  "Of course I do, you silly girl.." he smiled into her bright green gaze. "I just want to touch you so bad.." he groaned the last word as she pressed her naked body against his and began the slow, wet, trail with her mouth again, down his chest. Her hot tongue flicked over his nipples, making him suck in his breath and his stomach muscles tighten. He was leaned with his back against the couch and his wrists tied together behind his back. He groaned again as her mouth lowered to his navel, and his arms instinctively moved to put his hands in her hair, but could not. She lowered her body and her mouth even more and brushed her lips over his cock through his cotton briefs, warming it and making it even harder. His hips moved upward as her mouth went lower, biting gently at his testicles through the fabric, then rubbing her lips up is shaft again. She tugged his jeans off, and he managed to lift his hips enough to help her do it, then she tucked her hands into the waistband of his briefs and folded them back, letting his thick erection spring free. She placed a soft kiss just on the head of it, as she tugged his briefs off and pitched them aside, then crawled back up his body, teasing his shaft with her breasts.

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