by L. D. Davis
“Too much too soon?” I asked in a whisper.
“No. Maybe. I don't know,” she said with frustration.
“Tell me what you're thinking,” I gently commanded.
At first I didn’t think she was going to tell me. I thought she was going to push me away and close herself up tight, but to my surprise she sighed deeply and began to speak in whispers.
“I feel…anxious…all of the time. My chest is so tight with anxiety and stress and tension. It feels like there is a boa constrictor inside of me, squeezing me so tightly I can’t breathe. Different situations make it better or worse but it’s always there. Always. When I am with Lucas it isn’t bad. When I’m working…or eating Grace’s apple pie it isn’t bad. But other…things…things that should make me feel better…don’t.”
“Like me,” I said with realization. “I don’t make you feel better. That’s why before you started drinking, even when you seemed to be having a good time you looked anxious.”
“The snake squeezed tighter,” she confirmed.
This was much worse than the Oh incident. I was crushed. The last thing I wanted to do was bring Emmy any further pain, and without trying, that seemed to be all I was doing. When I confronted her about Kyle, I could have pushed her over the edge, completely blinded by her emotional stability.
“I didn't realize I make you feel worse,” I said, trying to hide how much this hurt me. I started to roll away from her, but she put a hand on my arm.
“It would probably be a good feeling if my past wasn't my past,” she said quickly and gave me a pleading look.
“I only know some of it,” I said very slowly. I wasn’t about to start pushing her to talk about all of that again. If she wanted to tell me on her own, I wouldn’t stop her. “I know my part in it.”
“I know, but I'm not ready to talk about that. One thing at a time. It was hard enough telling you what I just told you.”
“Do you feel any better after getting it off your chest?”
“No. It made it worse,” she admitted with a tremor in her voice. I thought she was going to cry. I didn’t want to see her cry. I wanted her to feel better. I wanted to ease her tension and anxiety, not increase it.
“Let me help you release some of that tension,” I whispered. I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my nose against her neck. Her skin smelled so good. I put my hand on her hip and eased it down to her inner thigh. I needed her, and she needed me even though she didn’t realize it. “I won't continue unless you want me to,” I said with my lips against her neck.
She didn’t speak, but a very soft, barely audible moan slipped past her lips. I’m not even sure she realized she did it.
“Do you want me to continue?” I whispered against her ear.
Her breath hitched. “Yes.”
I didn’t give her an opportunity to finish the word. I crushed her mouth with mine and pushed my hand up the leg of her shorts.
“You’re wet,” I said against her lips. “How long have you wanted me?”
She tried to answer, but I claimed her mouth again and ran a finger over her panties, finding her clit. I pressed and moved my finger in a circular motion. Emmy moaned into my mouth as her hips rose slightly off of the bed. There were too many clothes between us and not enough skin. I broke free of our kiss and quickly pulled her shorts and panties off. I yanked her shirt off of her and quickly removed mine. I wanted to take my boxers off, but I was sidetracked by her beautiful, full breasts.
I groaned as I closed my mouth over one hard nipple. Emmy cried out and grabbed the back of my head.
“Beautiful,” I murmured before moving to the other breast.
I flicked the nipple with my tongue. I looked up into her face and watched as I bit down. She started to shriek and quickly clamped a hand over her mouth while throwing nervous glances at Lucas’s bed. I eased the pain I caused her by licking her gently.
“I’m going to make you come all night,” I promised her as I moved down her body. “You’re going to beg me to stop.” I nipped at her inner thigh. “But I’m not going to listen.”
“You sound….mmm…very sure of yourself,” she panted as I teased her with my fingers.
“I know your body, Emmy. I don’t care how long it’s been. I know your body and your body will remember me.”
I slipped two fingers inside of her, slid them in deeply, and held them there. Emmy writhed against my hand, desperate for movement.
“Ask me to fuck you with my fingers, Emmy,” I commanded. “Ask me.”
She moaned and bit her bottom lip as she gazed down at me. “Please,” she panted. “Please fuck me with your fingers, Luke.”
“What if I say no?” I said and pulled my fingers out a little.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Luke, please?”
I rammed my fingers back inside of her and she was quick about covering her mouth before crying out.
“You’re so wet,” I groaned as I begin to slide my fingers in and out of her hot tunnel. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”
Emmy’s hips circled, grinding into my hand with every thrust of my fingers. I had no doubts of her sexual drought. My fingers were very snug inside of her.
“More,” she groaned as she bit her bottom lip.
“Can you handle more?” I asked her.
She moaned a positive response. I added a third and slid my fingers in deep and hard.
“Oh, my god,” she groaned between clenched teeth. “I’m going to…unhhh…”
Her thighs clamped shut over my hand as her body raised off of the bed. Her walls contracted, squeezing my fingers in a vice grip. The pad of my thumb found her clit and it was all she needed to fall over the precipice, trying not to scream my name as she came hard on my hand. As her body fell back to the mattress, I forced her legs apart and pulled my wet fingers out of her. I put my hands under her hips and elicited a small yelp out of her as I yanked her ass down to the edge of the bed and got on my knees. Eagerly, I pressed my tongue into her dripping cunt. The instant her nectar hit my tongue I groaned and my dick jumped happily. I missed Emmy’s scent and the sweet taste of her body. I hadn’t realized how much until my tongue was buried inside of her trying to lick out every drop her body could produce.
With another groan, I stroked my tongue through her folds to her clit. Emmy immediately tried to wriggle away, but I held on to her legs tightly.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I growled at her and yanked her a little closer.
I flicked my tongue over her clit as she squirmed and moaned. I released one of her legs.
“Behave and don’t try to move away,” I said to her.
I covered the little bud with my lips and sucked at the same time I pushed my three fingers back inside of her.
“Fuck!” she growled.
Her fingers were in my hair pulling and twisting. She pressed on my head and then tried to push me away as she began to unravel. Press and push, press and push. She couldn’t get enough of what I was doing to her, but it was too much.
I sucked harder as I used the tips of my fingers to massage her G-spot. Now she was just pushing, trying hard to wriggle away. I warned her.
I bit down on her clit and she fell to pieces, biting the pillow she was using to muffle her screams. I pulled my fingers out of her and made quick work sucking her juices off of them as if I had just had my fingers in the most delectable dessert. Groaning again, I dipped my tongue inside of her again and licked her until I was satisfied that I had lapped up every drop of her orgasmic moisture. I quickly pulled off my boxer briefs and got on the bed. Emmy’s arms were outstretched to welcome me as I settled carefully on top of her.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped.
We were skin to skin with my erection nestled against her warm and moist sex. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her arms wrapped around my torso and her legs wrapped around my waist. One of my hands dragged lazily up and down one side of her body, caressing her soft skin. I stroked he
r face with my other hand as I gazed into her eyes. My heart pounded hard in my chest, desperate to mold with her heart and become one.
I knew in that moment that I could never be without Emmy again. I could never be with anyone else again, because no one else will ever matter again. The love I felt for her was nearly too much to contain, and the only reason I didn’t say the words that were hanging on my tongue was because I didn’t want her to have to think about that. I didn’t want her mind to wonder about the implications, which I knew it would, because regardless of how much of the old Emmy was beneath me, she was still the new, contemplative, afraid-to-live-love-and-be-loved Emmy. I just wanted her to feel. Not think. Feel good. Not worry.
I kissed her, gently, sensually. I teased her tongue, daring her to play but then making her give chase. When she caught me, I pulled her tongue between my lips and sucked gently before giving it a little nip. Groaning with a small chuckle, Emmy bit back and then soothed with slow, luxurious strokes. She put a hand at the back of my head, deepening the kiss and turning it from a playful kiss to a serious kiss. She put everything she had into it, holding my head with both hands now as her tongue did things to my mouth that made my cock twitch and grow impossibly longer and thicker.
Emmy suddenly pulled away from my lips and looked at me with a very serious expression.
“You’re not putting that thing inside of me,” she said and nipped my bottom lip.
I groaned and grinded my cock against her. She groaned and pressed back even as she said, “I mean it.”
“No, you don’t mean it,” I said as I slid my cock along her pussy.
“You’ll kill me,” she protested.
“You’ll die satisfied,” I promised and kissed her to shut her up.
I positioned the tip of my cock at her entrance. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to push inside of her.
“I’m practically a virgin,” Emmy breathed against my lips.
“Then I’m practically your first,” I said and slid my tongue across her bottom lip.
“It won’t fit.”
“You’ll adjust around me,” I insisted.
“What if I don’t?” She looked up at me with both lust and apprehension.
“You will,” I said.
“What if I don’t?”
I was tired of talking about it. I pushed gently, sliding in a couple of inches. Emmy’s breath hitched and then she let it out in a low hiss between her teeth.
“You’re so tight,” I moaned. I grazed her jawline with my teeth.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m trying to tell you,” she breathed.
I groaned and pressed another couple of inches. Emmy moaned and bit her bottom lip.
“Baby, I need to be inside of you,” I said and pushed a little further. “You need me inside of you. You’re going to take me all the way.”
Hesitation and then a small nod.
Slowly, I slid into her tight sex until I was filling her completely. I held still for a moment, looking down into her face, etched in pain and pleasure as she came again. We were connected physically, but also on such a deeper level, so deep that I couldn’t even see where it ended. Maybe it didn’t end. Maybe our connectivity went on forever. Emmy had nearly ruined me before, but now I was completely ruined.
She had not given herself over to me yet. I had her body, but I needed every part of her. She was mine, and I was going to stake my claim by any means necessary.
I pulled out just as slowly as I had pushed in. I kissed her to muffle the screams that would come and rammed myself inside of her. I swallowed her scream and endured her fingernails digging into my shoulders. I didn’t give her an opportunity to recover before I was slamming into her again and again. I put my arms around her so I could hold her close as I thrust into her harder. Her nails drew blood, but her legs wrapped around me tighter as if she couldn’t get me deep enough even though I knew there was probably some amount of pain for her.
Her pussy held me tightly, wrapped around my manhood like a fleshy, warm, moist sheath. I wanted to stay inside of her for all of eternity, but I felt my orgasm building quickly.
“More,” Emmy groaned after pulling away from my lips. “More.”
Without waiting for her to elaborate, I got up on my knees and immediately missed the closeness of her body. I raised her legs to my shoulders and leaned over her again, bracing myself on the headboard. I was deeper inside of her, which was driving me fucking crazy, and it drove her fucking crazy, too. I had to clamp my own hand over her mouth as I began drive wildly inside of her. She screamed into my hand and clawed at my chest.
“I’m going to come soon,” I told her and groaned. “You want to feel me coming hard inside of you.”
It wasn’t a question. I wasn’t asking for permission. I was going to mark her.
“But we’re going to come together,” I moaned. “You’re going to have be quiet, sweetheart.”
I took my hand off her mouth. She reached for a pillow, but I knocked it away.
“I want to see your face when you come and when I come inside of you, Emmy.”
She bit her lip and tried hard to keep her squeals and moans down. I braced myself on the headboard again and began to pound into her without restraint. She bit her knuckles as she tried not to scream.
“Oh shit,” I moaned. “Come for me, Emmy. Come on…shit…come on my cock, baby.”
I thrust into her so hard that I pushed her up the bed several inches. She covered her mouth and screamed muffled words I didn’t understand and then her eyes were rolling back in her head. I had to bite my own lip as I began to come. I growled low in my throat as I spurt my seed inside of the woman I loved.
“Take it,” I growled. “Take all of it.”
I cursed quietly as I emptied myself into her. When I was sure I had given her every last drop, I let her legs drop limply back to the bed and stretched my body over hers. I put my arms around her again and kissed her deeply as I gently rocked inside of her. I was still hard and I wasn’t ready to leave her body. I took her slowly, softer, stroking myself into her with care. I pulled away from her lips and kissed along her jawline and down to her neck as I put a hand in her hair. We didn’t speak and we didn’t get loud again, but we moaned as our bodies moved together, reaching for mutual satisfaction. No words were needed. As if on cue, when I again began to mark her as mine, she shuddered and gasped as she came with me.
I didn’t immediately pull out of her. She looked up at me and smiled lazily.
“Your body remembered me,” I whispered and kissed her nose.
“I don’t think my body ever forgot you,” she said sleepily.
“I’m going to make sure it never does,” I murmured with my lips against her throat.
“Hmm?”
“Nothing.” I gave her one last lingering kiss and rolled off of her. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her hair. “How do you feel now?”
“Much, much better,” she sighed.
“Me, too,” I said, but she had already fallen asleep.
I ran my fingers over her belly. I felt a little guilty. A little cruel. A little bit like the bad guy. I purposely planted my seed.
And hoped it would grow.
Chapter Sixteen
“Your mommy is going to kill us,” I said to Lucas.
“Emmo,” he pointed to the television, as if to say, “Dude, shut the hell up. I am trying to watch Elmo here.”
We were sitting in the living room eating cereal right out of the box. There were a lot of Cheerios on the couch and on the floor, and not all of it was Lucas’s mess. If Emmy came out and saw that I was letting Lucas eat in front of the television and the mess we had made together, she was going to rip my head off.
I smiled as I thought about her lying in bed, sleeping sounder than I have seen her sleep in a long time, completely naked with her just fucked hair. If Lucas was napping or not home, I would have gone in there and woken her up with a reminder of the night that we shared.
My smile faded. She was going to rip both of my heads off. I took no precautions, and in fact went all primitive man on her and “marked” her. Twice. I may as well have peed on her. I even had the delusional thought that if I impregnated her, she would stay with me. I was so intoxicated by my physical connection with Emmy I obviously had forgotten that her last pregnancy didn’t exactly send her running into my arms. It was an immature move. It was shady and wrong. I was no better than Claire.
But if she did get pregnant…
I looked down at Lucas and imagined a little girl that looked just like him. One thing was for sure, one day I wanted to have another baby, with Emmy. I would do anything to keep her, but it couldn’t be underhanded and sneaky, like trying to knock her up without her knowledge. I would have to do it the old fashion way and work my ass off to prove to her that we were meant to be.
My cell rang on the dining room table. I set the box of cereal in Lucas’s lap and stood up, shaking off Cheerios in the process.
“Hey, Casey,” I said to Emmy’s sister-in-law. This Casey was unlike the Kacey in my office. This Casey was a sweet, smiling, southern woman without an ounce of whatever office Kacey had running through her veins that made her so scary.
“Hey, Luke. Listen, I know you took Lucas to the zoo yesterday but we’re taking Owen today and we thought maybe we can take Lucas, too? We’ll keep him all day so he and Owen will have time to play.”
What a terrible father. All I could think of is getting Lucas to Emmet’s and Casey’s so I could jump back into bed with Emmy.
“That sounds great, Case. I’ll get him ready and bring him by. We’ll return the favor, as usual.”
She laughed. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you soon.”
We hung up and I swooped into the living room to tear Lucas away from his sacred public programming.
***
My ego had just taken a double blow. First, when I came in with her favorite muffin from Panera, Emmy looked like she was about to kiss me. It wasn’t my imagination. She had licked her lips and leaned in a little, but at the last second, she patted my arm instead. My hopes of not having an awkward after-sex-morning were blown away. Soon thereafter she refused a check that I offered her to begin paying back some of the money I owed her. It was killing me to know that I owed the mother of my child money, but she had made some valid points that had me grudgingly pushing the check back into my wallet.