by L. D. Davis
I had no qualms about taking my shirt off in a room full of people the day I met Felix, and I had done it once more during another shoot. On more than one occasion, I had modeled underwear and bras, and I still did not feel as nervous as I did standing before Emmet in his t-shirt and my messy, wet hair. I felt more self-conscious than I ever remembered feeling.
Emmet grinned at what he saw through the viewfinder. I didn’t understand why, because I couldn’t even make myself smile at first. I just stood there, fidgeting with my hands in front of me, biting my lip and trying to fade into the background.
“Photographers must love photographing you,” he murmured. He was taking shot after shot.
After a couple of minutes, Emmet paused and walked over to me. He smiled softly and without warning he used his free hand to tilt my head aside and kissed my neck. I shuddered and closed my eyes as his tongue made lazy circles on my skin.
He pulled away from me, and though my eyes were still closed, I heard the clicking of the camera. When I opened my eyes again, I was a little more relaxed and slightly giddy. I found myself smiling and not so fidgety.
“Thanks for showing up,” Emmet teased behind the camera.
I grinned and rolled my eyes.
“Oh, I love that attitude! Give me more sass.”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
Behaving like an over the top photographer, Emmet started shouting out various expressions and poses he wanted me to make and saying ridiculous things when I did it. I was laughing and having a good time doing stupid poses and making faces that no real photographer would ever want to see on my face.
“Alright, you’re totally hogging all of the camera time,” he said after putting in a new roll of film. “Time for some pictures with me.”
He stood beside me and turned the camera around.
“Even though I will outshine you in these pictures, don’t doubt that you’re kinda pretty,” Emmet said with such a serious expression that I burst into laughter.
We had no way of knowing how the pictures would turn out without anyone manning the viewfinder, but we took picture after picture anyway. We made faces; we said stupid words other than, “cheese” and did poses that I was sure would not turn out well on film since we were taking the pictures ourselves.
Sitting on opposite sides of the bed, we took turns taking photos of each other. I made Emmet flex his biceps and make intimidating faces that only cracked me up, and he made me put on sunglasses and a hat that made me look like a total fool.
“Come over here,” Emmet said after he lay down on his back across the bed.
He pulled on my arm until I was beside him, looking up at the camera. I threatened to punch him if he dropped the camera on my face, and then I smiled for a few pictures. He slipped his free arm under me, drawing me closer. He planted a kiss on my cheek, making me smile, and took the picture. We had done several more similar poses before Emmet insisted on a lip to lip kiss.
“I am a professional, ma’am,” he had said in a very deep voice that had me giggling. “This pose is for professional purposes only. Please do not take advantage of the situation and slip me your tongue.”
I laughed and laughed even harder when he loudly puckered up.
“Come on,” he said, trying not to laugh as he kept puckering his lips. “My arm is getting tired holding this damn camera.”
Finally, I stopped laughing long enough to also pucker my lips. I tried not to snicker as his duck lips touched my duck lips. When I heard the camera click, I giggled.
“One more, one more,” Emmet insisted, chuckling. “Come on, stop laughing. We’re professionals here.”
I laughed for a few more seconds and then puckered my lips once again. Emmet brought his lips to mine and held the camera above us once again. My lips touched his and even though it felt weird and silly with our lips puckered, it also felt very familiar, and I couldn’t help but to gently touch his face as we posed for the picture. Once the camera clicked, however, neither of us immediately pulled away. Our lips relaxed, and the silly duck-like kiss became much less silly.
Emmet’s lips moved slowly and gently against mine. Even as I heard the clicking of the camera, I pressed my mouth a little harder to his. Another click as Emmet gently nipped at my bottom lip and soothed it with his lips. Another click as I dragged my tongue along his top lip. Finally, the camera was set aside and then he held the back of my head as his tongue slipped between my slightly parted lips.
He kissed me sweetly, softly, and slowly, as if he was relishing every curve and corner of my mouth, and tasting every taste bud on my tongue. His hand moved over the curve of my neck, between my shoulder blades, down my spine, over the curve of my butt and onto my bare thigh. It was only then that I remembered I was only wearing the tee and panties, but I didn’t let that stop me from kissing Emmet, but when he pulled away from me, I gasped in protest.
“I still have to show you something,” he said.
“Now?” I asked in disbelief. “Your timing is really, really bad.”
He laughed softly and kissed my nose. “Stay put.”
He got off of the bed, leaving me feeling cold and a little frustrated. I sat up and sat with my legs crossed and his shirt pulled down over my knees as he dug around in his suitcase.
“Close your eyes.”
I gave him a look of exasperation.
“Close your eyes,” he repeated more firmly.
I growled, but I closed my eyes as Emmet laughed at me. A few seconds later I felt him put something on the bed, but since I didn’t hear any telltale sounds, I had no idea what it could be.
“Okay. Open.”
I opened my eyes and looked down. A few inches from my folded legs was a jar full of Hershey Kisses and a jar with a single candy heart in it. The jars I had given to Emmet.
I stared at the jars with my mouth hanging open. I didn’t know what to think or how to feel. It didn’t appear as if any of the kisses was missing. Was he giving them back to me? Did he not want my kisses? Did he not want my heart? I frowned and looked up into his face.
“Every damn day since the day I dug these out of my suitcase, I’ve wanted a kiss,” Emmet murmured. “And I wanted to hold the person who so kindly bestowed upon me her heart. I put these jars on the table next to my bed. They were the last thing I saw every night before I crashed and the first thing I saw every morning when I woke up. When things got to be too much, I would hold this heart jar and think about your face and your smile and try to remember how your voice sounded in my head. I bought you the bracelet as an even exchange.”
He smiled and touched the bracelet on my wrist. I was surprised to see big drops of water falling on his hand. I realized that I was crying and hurriedly turned my head away and tried to wipe away my tears. Emmet put his fingers under my chin and gently turned my head back so that I was looking up at him.
“Thank you for these jars, Donya,” he said hoarsely. “I will always have them with me when I don’t have you, but I wanted you to know that whenever it is possible, I want the real thing.”
His thumb dragged across my lips and then he used both hands to wipe away my fallen tears.
“I love you,” he told me. “I’ve never stopped loving you and I never will.”
I looked down at the jars and carefully picked them up. I leaned over the bed and as carefully as I could I put them in his suitcase. Then I got on my knees, grabbed Emmet by the collar of his shirt and yanked him forward. I kissed him hard and deep, making him groan. He reached out to touch me, but lost his footing and stumbled forward. Our lips didn’t part as I fell backward and as he fell on top of me. He stretched over me and kissed me greedily. Our mouths fought for domination, but Emmet battered my mouth with his and I gladly submitted.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Hot. Slick.
Beads of perspiration formed on my neck and between my breasts. My fingers twisted in Emmet’s hair as his lips kissed away the beaded moisture. My back arched as he f
ondled a taut nipple between his fingers. My lips fell open with a moan. His other fingers caught the moan as it escaped me and, as if it had substance, he spread it across my mouth, over my jawline, and down my body. His mouth closed over my other nipple, and I cried out his name.
My shirt was gone. Right after Emmet pulled my shirt off of me, I pulled his off of him. To be fair, I had also insisted that he lose his shorts. When he settled back over me and pressed his bare skin to mine, I wrapped my arms tightly around him and held him close. His skin was scorching against mine. It didn’t matter how hot it was outside; I wanted to envelop myself completely in Emmet’s heat.
His teeth grazed my nipple and nearly sent me over the edge. He grinned up at me as he switched to the other nipple. He pulled the hard bud into his mouth and flicked his tongue across it, making me moan and writhe. Grasping my breast in his hand, he opened his mouth wide and filled his mouth with my flesh. He moaned as he suckled and I moaned with him. Every lick and nibble and pinch to my nipples sent ribbons of electricity shooting down between my legs where pressure slowly built. I tried to close my legs and press my thighs together to relieve some of that pressure, but Emmet’s body on mine made it frustratingly difficult.
He released my breast and began to kiss his way down my body. He nibbled at my hipbone before kissing a line across my panty line to my other hipbone where he also took a tiny bite. He looked up at me with questioning eyes as he hooked a finger into my panties. I bit my lip and nodded eagerly.
Emmet began to pull my panties down. Even as I lifted my hips off of the bed so that he could get them down, I knew that I was about to pass the point of no return. I not only wanted to go past that point, but I wanted to forget where it was on the map. I wanted to go forward and never look back. I wanted Emmet to explore my body inside and out, and I wanted to roam every inch of his well-maintained body. I wanted him to do things to me that my virginal mind couldn’t even dream of, and I wanted to feel him moving inside of me until we both collapsed in exhaustion.
“Fair is fair, Emmet,” I said silkily as he tossed my panties to the floor.
“Fair is fair,” he agreed, but with reluctance.
“What?” I asked, pushing myself up on my elbows.
Emmet sat up on his knees and ran a hand through his hair.
“Are you ready for this, Donya?” he asked, looking very unsure.
“Yes,” I said without any explanation. I didn’t need any explanation. My nipples were hard, my sex was slick, and I was ready to wrap my legs around his neck to make him do what he was about to do. Screw Sensible Donya and Imposter Donya. Donya, Sex Goddess, and Lover had entered the building.
“We can stop right here,” Emmet said and then seemed to battle within himself as he looked down at my naked body. He cursed under his breath. “I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have come this far.”
He started to move away from me, looking miserable, as if he had just done something terrible.
“Emmet!” I said his name as a command.
He looked at me as if he was afraid of what I would say to him. He seemed fearful of both my invitation and my rebuke.
“I am ready,” I told him. “I want this with you.”
“If you’re not really ready and we do this, you’ll hate me.”
“I’ll never hate you,” I promised. “I want you, Emmet.”
He looked at me for a long moment. “Do you promise to tell me to stop if you change your mind?”
“I promise, but I won’t change my mind.”
“I might do something that makes you uncomfortable,” he whispered and caressed the inside of my thigh with his fingers.
“I might feel uncomfortable at first,” I admitted. “But I’ll get over it.”
“Did you feel uncomfortable when I sucked you here?” he asked heatedly as his fingers trailed over a nipple.
I groaned. “Only for about three seconds.”
“Did you feel uncomfortable when I kissed your body?” His fingers moved over my abdomen and across my pelvic bone.
“Not much,” I breathed.
His fingers moved slowly to my inner thigh, only inches from where I was slickly waiting for him.
“If I pushed my fingers inside of you…” he said, and slid two fingers inside of me. I drew in a breath and bit my lip as I looked at him. “Would you feel uncomfortable?”
I shook my head as he slowly eased his digits in and out of me. Emmet groaned when he looked down and watched his fingers getting wet from my excitement.
“If I pulled those fingers out and slipped them into my mouth…” He pulled the fingers out of me, and I gasped as he pushed them into his mouth and closed his eyes with delight. “Does that make you uncomfortable?” he asked in a whisper.
“No,” I groaned.
“So,” he said as he lay down between my open legs. He nipped at my inner thigh and then nipped at the other. “If I tell you I want to taste you until you come, you’re okay with that?”
I gasped as his tongue darted out and quickly licked me. The way he was talking to me was driving me crazy.
Emmet smiled lazily at me as he slowly opened my legs farther.
“I just want you to know that I’ve never done this before,” he said with a serious undertone. “So, if you don’t like it, tell me what will make it better. Okay?”
I nodded and waited with anticipation.
Emmet pushed his tongue into my virginal opening, and we both groaned at the same time. He looked up at me with hooded eyes as he moved his tongue.
“You taste so good, baby,” he murmured. He licked a trail through my sensitive center to my swollen bud. The second his tongue made contact I shrieked and lifted my hips off of the bed.
Emmet savored that part of me as if it was a tiny piece of candy in his favorite flavor. He moaned against me as I pulled on his hair and ground myself against his face and called out his name. The pressure was so bad; I pushed at the back of his head as I sought relief.
“Emmet, oh god,” I cried out as his tongue moved faster.
When he pulled the swollen little knot between his lips and sucked hard on it, the pressure gave way, and I exploded. I held onto his head with both hands as I screamed his name and cursed. I tried to clamp my thighs shut, but Emmet held me open and licked and sucked me until I was climaxing once again. When he finally stopped and again lay down on top of me, I fell limply onto the bed.
“I wish I could kiss you right now,” he groaned, rubbing his erection on my leg.
“So, kiss me,” I panted. “Kiss me.”
“Really?” he asked, looking unsure.
I considered that as one of the things that I couldn’t have dreamed up on my own.
“Kiss me,” I repeated.
He hesitated only for another few seconds and then kissed me. I moaned into his mouth as I smelled and tasted myself on his lips and tongue. While we kissed, I tugged on his boxers, pulling them down over his hard ass, springing his erection free. I felt it, warm, silky, and hard against me. I squirmed to feel it against my clit. Emmet repositioned his body over mine so that his erection was right where I needed it at that moment. I gasped into his mouth and moaned as he moved against me. Within moments, I was climaxing again, but my cries of ecstasy were trapped in Emmet’s mouth. He finally pulled away from my mouth and smiled with satisfaction.
“I’m going to get a condom,” he said and moved off of me.
I watched as he rooted through his suitcase.
“Did you know we were going to do this?” I asked curiously.
“No, but I thought I’d be prepared anyway.”
“You weren’t preparing for other girls, were you?” I asked and instantly regretted it.
Emmet gave me a hard look. “I promise you, baby. You were the only one on my mind when I put these in my suitcase.”
“These?” I asked with amusement as he climbed back on the bed with a foil packet in his hand. “As in more than one?”
“Yes,” he grinne
d as he opened it.
“So, you think you’ll get lucky more than once?”
“A guy can hope,” he shrugged.
I sat up on my elbows again. “Before you put the condom on….can I…touch you?”
Emmet froze for a moment and then smiled. He nodded and lay down beside me. I rolled onto my side and smiled shyly at him as my hand moved slowly over his tight abs. My fingertips glided along the line of hair that started at his navel and ended in a neat patch of hair. I looked at the large erection and very carefully put my hand on the shaft. He hissed, and I snatched my hand back in surprise.
“No, it’s okay,” he said quickly. “It didn’t hurt. Touch me.”
Reluctantly, I reached for him once again, and I didn’t pull back when he hissed.
I wasn’t completely naïve about sex. I knew how it was done. I knew that guys jerked off, but it wasn’t something that I had ever seen done. I had never even caught a glimpse of a porno. So, when I started to slowly, yet awkwardly stroke him, it was with complete inexperience. I was so nervous that I wasn’t doing it right until Emmet groaned softly and gently thrust his hips so that his cock slid through my hand.
“Donya,” he moaned my name as he thrust again. “Stroke the whole thing, baby,” he directed and then threw his head back. “Yes, just like that. Stroke a little harder. Oh, yeah,” he moaned. “Good. Just like that.”
I watched with fascination as little droplets of moisture began to seep out of the slit of the bulbous head. Curiously, I ran my thumb over it, and Emmet cursed. I rubbed the moisture over the head and then stroked him a few more times until there were more drops. I used the palm of my hand to gather it and then used it to lubricate my strokes.
“I need you,” he said roughly and sat up quickly. He reached for the foil packet on the bed next to us and tore it open. It wasn’t until the condom was securely on Emmet did I get nervous.
“Is it going to hurt?” I asked, trying to remember what other girls had said about their first time. Emmy had said the pain was barely noticeable, but Mayson had said it burned like a bitch.
“I don’t know,” Emmet said honestly as he positioned his body over mine. He held himself up on his forearms as he looked down at me, waiting for me to either invite him or deny him. “But I’m pretty sure if it hurts it will only hurt for a moment.”