by Smith, L. T.
Her eyes looked everywhere but at me, so I leaned over and turned her face up with the tips of my fingers. “For the record, I’ve already fallen.”
Her eyes brimmed. She tried to laugh again, but it came out as a half sob. A solitary tear slid down her cheek. I brushed it away, then trailed my thumb over her lip. It was trembling.
Her hand came up and gripped mine. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”
“And you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to say it.”
It was true, even though I hadn’t realised it. I felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders, and for the first time in years, I could breathe.
“Dessert?”
We hadn’t even noticed the waitress standing next to us, hadn’t noticed the table had been cleared.
I smiled at her before nodding at Emily. “I don’t know about you, but I want a sundae. With nuts and chocolate sauce.”
Her brow furrowed in confusion, but still she grinned.
Must have been the way I’d almost shouted my desire for an ice cream.
The rest of the evening was just as perfect. We discussed her decision to let me take Charlie, and whatever I argued, she refuted. According to her, he belonged with me, and that was the end of it. Anyone overhearing us would have thought that neither of us wanted the little man, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth.
On the drive home, I felt the butterflies set up their dance again. Much had happened between us, and I knew the future would be full of things that were just as promising. But the thing uppermost in my mind was what was going to happen when I walked her to her door…the kiss we were going to share before I left her. If it was anything like the kisses we had been sharing all evening, I knew I would be floating home.
When I stopped the car, Emily didn’t wait inside the cab. She climbed right out, then leaned back inside. “You coming in for coffee?”
The blood heated in my veins, and my mouth instantly went dry. The last time she had invited me in for coffee…I…we…had wine. No. I didn’t mean to write that. I meant to say—the last time she invited me in for coffee, we had kissed, had become intimate, had nearly had sex on her sofa. Was I ready for that? I mean, Abbie had said, “If it is just sex, then it’s just sex,” but it wouldn’t be just sex with Emily. It couldn’t. It would be so much more.
“I won’t bite.”
A part of me hoped that she would. I gave her a smile and nodded, shutting down the engine. I hadn’t even been aware I could multitask. Amazing what the right woman can do for you.
Emily had moved to my side of the cab and held out her hand. As I took it, I felt the familiar jolt between us and gripped hold of her fingers as she led me to her house.
She went through to the kitchen and started filling the kettle whilst I stood in the doorway, watching every move she made. I didn’t want coffee; I didn’t want wine; I wanted her. Her, and only her. It didn’t seem to me as if I actually moved, but one moment I was in the doorway, the next I was turning her around to face me, my arms wrapping around her neck. Staring into her eyes, I knew I’d made the right decision. They were filled with the same thing mine were surely showing. Desire. The desire for each other.
This time the kiss wasn’t chaste, or soft, or tender; it was a claiming. This time it held nothing back. This time it promised forever.
My hands slipped into her hair and gripped, pulling her to me in the process.
Her arms circled my waist, and then her hands slid up my back.
Our bodies were moulded against one another, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
Breaking away from the kiss, I murmured, “Emily?”
It was all that she needed.
“Come.”
She led me towards the stairs, stopping frequently to return to my mouth time and time again. Her hands moved over the buttons of my shirt, popping each one until the material flapped to the side. Emily drew back and looked at me, her eyelids hooded with apparent desire. A slender finger traced the curve of my breast, eliciting a moan from me. She cupped my breast with her palm and squeezed with just the right amount of pressure. My nipples were erect and ready for her, and the sensation of her holding me was almost too much to bear. I could feel the nipple straining to touch her through the silkiness of my bra, and I covered her hand with my own and pressed hers closer.
Brown eyes flicked up to meet my intent stare, our breathing ragged. Her lips glistened in the half light, and I had to taste them again, had to capture those tantalizing lips with my own. So I did, crushing her to me and sandwiching her hand between our bodies.
By the time we had reached her bedroom, my shirt was gone. I was trying to unbutton hers, but my hands were not functioning the way I wanted them to. They were trembling, out of my control.
Emily moved my hands aside. “Let me.”
I stepped back and watched her pop each button through its small slit with ease. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she slipped the crisp white shirt from her body and exposed strong shoulders, the mound of her breasts, a taut, flat stomach.
My mouth was painfully dry. I reached out for her and trailed a single finger along her collar bone, then that finger dipped, progressed down her cleavage and over her stomach. I could feel the muscles twitching, could hear her breathing becoming laboured. When I touched cool metal, I realised I was at the button of her trousers. I looked up, into her eyes, and saw her eyebrow lift slightly. Pop. Open. Then the zipper, slowly, so slowly, moved downwards.
This wasn’t like our fevered encounter on the sofa. Oh, I wanted her; God, I wanted her, but this wasn’t a frenzied satisfying of need like before; it wasn’t a fumble. This was so much more.
I tugged gently at the material and was surprised when the trousers readily dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side in one motion, leaving her in only her bra and panties.
I stepped back to drink her in. Emily Carson was beyond beautiful, and if I could ever find the words to express just how beautiful, I would undoubtedly be classed as a genius.
The light from the hallway cast a shadow over one side of her face. This was what desire looked like, and it was addictive. I quickly removed my shoes and trousers and stepped close to her. My hands caressed her stomach, and then slid up to cup her breasts. Soft, firm, pliable. The feel of her breasts against my hands was indescribable. Her nipples grazed against my palms as I gently squeezed. Her hands were behind my back, unclipping my bra. The straps fell down my arms, and the bra joined the clothing we were leaving in our wake.
I toyed with the lace hem of her panties before slipping the silky material down strong, muscular thighs. I knelt in front of her and kissed each thigh in turn, then slowly moved upwards, encouraged by the sounds she was making, exhilarated by the way her fingers were moving through my hair.
The pure scent of her was like a drug, and my mouth was watering in anticipation. God. She smelled so fucking good. Spreading her thighs, I dipped my mouth to her most secret place and gently kissed her. She moaned. Another kiss, and then I had to dip inside. With a slight push, my tongue parted her and I reached the wetness. The taste drove me to bury my face completely into the heat of her and delight in her exquisite essence. Strong fingers grasped my hair and pushed me in harder. She said my name over and over as I feasted from her, deeper and deeper, my hands pulling her impossibly closer.
As she suddenly stepped back from me, I stumbled forward, my eyes blinking open in surprise. Had she changed her mind? Didn’t she want me as much as I wanted her?
Strong hands slipped under my arms and pulled me to my feet. Hot lips claimed mine. All expectation of taking our time was abandoned when she growled into my mouth. She turned and guided me backwards towards the bed. No sooner was I was lying down than she was on
top of me, her hands scrabbling at my underwear. When they were gone, Emily used her knees to part me, slipped her body between my legs and pressed her mound against mine. Another push, another groan; her mouth capturing mine. I gripped her ass and pulled her into me, luxuriating in the contact of her whole body against mine, loving the wetness from her that was mixing with my own with each movement.
I needed her inside me, needed to feel her fingers slip between my legs and part me, slip along the shaft of me, move towards my opening and fill me.
Emily was trembling, and I knew it was with desire and not fear. She was trying to slow it down, trying to make our first time perfect and slow and tender, but both of us were too far gone for that.
I needed to feel the power of her as she plunged inside; watch her eyes full of want as she looked into my own as she fucked me hard, as she took me and made me hers.
Lifting my knees opened me wider for her, invited her inside.
Emily pulled her face away from mine and leaned back from me. Her hands moved down my body in a caress, until her fingers dipped between my legs and reached the place where I needed her to be. She tilted her head, as if asking for permission, and I answered her with a thrust of my hips.
Instead of entering me, she slipped over my wetness, teasing my clit on the way. One eyebrow raised, she gave me the half smile I loved so much. She lowered her head, captured a nipple in her mouth and sucked. I bucked against her, and her fingers almost slipped inside. But no. She moved them away and continued to tease my clit with her thumb whilst laving my breast with her mouth. I thrust again, hoping she would take pity on me, hoping she would bring me to release. Again she flicked her fingers near my entrance but refused to enter.
A smile crossed my face. Two could play at that game. With one movement, she was on her back and I was straddling her. Brown eyes looked surprised. I grabbed her hands and pinned them to her sides before moving my mouth down her body, purposely missing her breasts. Emily groaned and tried to guide me back, but I held her wrists tightly.
I was back where I wanted to be, back at the apex of her and ready to finish what I’d started. Looking up, I saw Emily gazing down at me, her expression expectant. A slight puff of air from my lips cooled her wetness, and I felt her squirm against me. I grinned at her as I lowered my face, never breaking eye contact. Again I dipped my tongue into the crease of her; I pushed it down and then dragged it back.
“God!”
Emily’s eyelids fluttered, but she kept her gaze upon me. A flick elicited a gasp and a jerk of her hips, my name tumbling from her.
I opened my mouth and captured her fully, then used my tongue to tease the hard nub. I let her hands escape from mine, and they slipped into my hair and pulled me into her. Her scent was addictive, gloriously addictive, and I felt as if I was falling into her. With a grip on her thighs, I opened her wider and nuzzled more deeply into her. I could feel her opening teasing me, and I knew I had to be inside. Circling, slowly circling her was an agony. Emily was trying to speak, but words were lost on me…lost on her, as the words came out as mumbles.
In. Slow and sure. I waited inside her before flicking the tip of my tongue. I loved the way she ground her hips into my face. The taste of her on the inside was even more wonderful, although that likely was more to do with actually being inside of her than the taste.
Out. And left her wanting.
In. Even deeper.
Out. To take a breath.
The rhythm of taking her was enhanced by the movement of her hips, her groin, her legs pushing into the mattress.
“More. Please, Elles. More. I need more of you.”
Two fingers replaced my tongue, and I slipped them inside her; her walls rewarding them with a welcoming spasm. I slowly retracted my fingers, then pushed them in with more force. I wanted to continue devouring her while I was taking her with my fingers, but Emily pulled me up her body for a kiss, thus pushing my fingers deeper inside her. Our bodies moved in unison, sweat slicking our skin and enabling our bodies to slip effortlessly against one another. She was so wet, so fucking wet. The heat poured from her, and I was totally under her spell as she pulsed around my fingers.
When I pulled out of her, I felt her body lift toward my hand, but she stilled as I returned with three fingers hovering outside her entrance. I didn’t have time to ask permission. Emily grabbed my wrist and pushed the three digits deep inside.
“God! Yes!”
Her hands tugged, gripped, pulled me closer whilst I took Emily, claimed her, made her mine, made us one. I used my hips to push my hand in more deeply and gloried in the noises she made. My movement became faster, and I delved deeper, the rhythm pulsing, the need to feel her cum overriding everything else. We were so close, almost melting into one another. Her hands gripped my ass and pulled me down hard, almost crushing my hand in the process. I didn’t care. I was beyond caring about anything but her, beyond anything but loving her. Loving her. Lov-ing her.
“I love you, Emily.”
No sooner had the words had left my mouth than she came, coating my hand with her innermost nectar. An almost primal scream changed into words of loving me too.
Seeing her head thrown back, the muscles of her neck straining, nearly made me join her in the blinding, searing light and place of wonder. But I couldn’t. Or I didn’t want to. I was too mesmerised by her; too mesmerised by my admission of love, by her mumbled declaration. Was it just a spur of the moment thing that had made words of love appear? Or maybe it was because of the orgasm. For her, not for me.
My fingers were still deep inside her, and I could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm pulsing against my fingers as I kissed my way up her stomach. I stopped to capture a nipple and suck it into my mouth. Emily was stroking my back, my hair, the side of my face, and I knew she was looking at me. Lifting my gaze, I released her nipple and rested my chin on her chest to stare back at her adoringly.
“I love you so much, Ellie. So much.” She spoke softly, but with intensity. Her thumb brushed over my eyebrow making me flutter my eyes. “I think I fell in love with you the very first time I saw you with Charlie.”
I frowned as I thought of our first meeting, when she had attacked me to get Charlie’s ball back. That certainly wasn’t the action of someone who had fallen for someone. Other than literally. But that had changed. My frown turned into a smile.
“I knew that someone who could love him as much as I did was a special kind of woman— a woman who loves truthfully and with everything she is.” Emily leaned forward and kissed my brow. “And I was right.”
How could she say that? I’d spent so long being bitter about love and life, there was no way she could’ve seen such positive attributes in me when we first met. A lump of emotion lodged in my throat and kept me from replying.
Emily laughed as she pinned me with her gorgeous eyes. “You think you’re a tough one, Anderson, but…” With one fluid movement I was on my back, my fingers pulled from inside her. “You…are…as…soft as butter.”
Her voice was a growl, and I felt expectation flood through me. Her mouth captured mine, and thoughts of anything but that moment were lost.
I wrapped my legs around her and felt myself lifted up off the bed before being pushed back into the mattress. Her lips were on my throat, blazing a trail of kisses and nips along my sensitive skin. God, Emily felt good. This felt good. Everything felt wonderfully good. But I needed more. Needed her to take me and make me hers, love me from the outside in and the inside out.
There was no hesitation in her entry. Brown eyes locked onto mine and she was within my inner sanctum, her lips moving as if she meant to speak, but no words came out. She was so deep inside, so deep, but her fingers were still. It seemed as if she was waiting for me to be ready for her, but I was more than ready. I’d been ready for her for so long. Emily pulled out, then plunged b
ack inside. When she curled her fingers, it made me gasp. I wanted to hold her there, keep her imprisoned inside. I wanted to know she was always going to be with me.
The tempo was increasing, the urgency of each thrust a sweet agony of want. Her hair was trailing across my skin, teasing my flesh into goose bumps. Emily grabbed my hand and placed it on the side of her face. She hovered directly above me, her mouth so close and yet impossible to reach, brown eyes focused on mine as she took me. I clutched her fingers, and she used my own strength to plunge deeper, take me harder, own me.
Sweat facilitated the movement; lust increased the speed. I could feel my nails digging into the skin on her hand and her back. Emily pushed harder, plunged even more deeply. Our breathing was erratic, laboured; our coupling frenetic, wild, primitively perfect. We were making noises—grunts and half-formed words. I could feel the burn of that elusive sensation, that joyous tingle of my cumming tearing through me to complete me.
I came, gasping my love for Emily into her mouth, hot delirious kisses sealing our joining. I felt her tense an instant before she came for a second time, and as the aftershocks of orgasm charged through me, my body quivered and spasmed with bliss. Kisses slowed, but were still steeped in heat and longing. Mouth captured mouth, and hands were free to explore the curves and slickness of satisfied bodies.
I felt the wetness on my lashes as I opened my eyes to look at Emily. I don’t know why the tears were there, as I felt the most loved I had ever felt in my life. Happiness, I suppose. A feeling I would be having all the time, now that I had Emily in my life.
We made love all night, and each time was as perfect as the first. Loving her, taking her, tasting and pleasuring her… I’d never felt this way about anyone in my life, and I knew with certainty that my feelings for her would never change. She was etched into my skin, every layer. Her soul was somehow connected to mine; being without her was inconceivable. She was mine as much as I was hers. It was meant to be. Each kiss, stroke, caress, and look told me so. I loved her, and she loved me. That’s all that mattered.