My hands slid down and gripped her ass through her soft yoga pants. She sighed at the contact before reaching up and crashing our mouths together again. I loved how desperate her soft lips felt as they collapsed over mine. Her trembling hand gripped my shirt and the other moved to my waistband. I shoved my hands inside her panties, feeling her bare ass against my palms. She moaned into me, and I couldn't help but grin against her lips.
Her face pulled back, her eyes determined as they stared into mine. "Tell me you want me," she commanded, her voice shaking as her breath hit my lips.
"Emilia," I said quietly, her eyes softened, "I want you so bad. I haven't been able to think about anything else."
Her lips formed a lazy smile then, we were kissing again. Her hand shoved into the front of my pants under my boxers as she grabbed hold of me. I followed her lead by moving one of my hands to the front of her, finding her wet for me already. She started to stroke me while I rubbed my palm against her. We panted and moaned, our tongues sliding together.
My other hand moved up to her back as I pushed her against the counter. Thrusting two fingers inside, she moaned, gripping harder onto me. We stood in the kitchen, getting each other off with our mouths connected. I wanted her. I really wanted her. Her short intakes of breath were driving me crazy.
I quickened my pace and started to thumb her clit. The grip on my cock loosened as she slowed down. Her legs trembled, but I held her up as she moved her face from mine and buried it into my chest, groaning so loud and rough. The arm around my neck slid down and around my back. She shook and whimpered against me, completely giving up control.
Once my hand moved away, she pushed me back and dropped to her knees. "Shit," was all I could say as she pulled my bottoms down enough to expose me. My eyes were on her as she gripped at my base before licking the head. Her eyes drifted up to mine as she ran her tongue along my length. It was hypnotizing. She took me in her warm wet mouth, and I couldn't look away. She closed her eyes as she moved her soft lips up and down, her tongue light as it brushed against my shaft.
Her moan vibrated through me, making my own eyes slam shut. Her hand followed the wet trail from her lips up and down as she moved. I didn't want it to stop, but if she kept this up, I’d finish in her mouth, so I pulled away.
I watched the spit trail from my cock to her lips before she wiped it away with her hand. She looked up at me and smiled before she shot up and jumped into my arms, kissing me clumsily. Chuckling against her lips, I was enjoying the feel of her in my arms. She was fun.
She pulled away and kept her eyes on mine as she stepped back then turned around. My body hovered behind hers, desperate to touch her again. Her eyes stayed on mine over her shoulder as she pulled her yoga pants down, revealing that sexy ass.
Biting my lip, I grabbed onto her waist and forced it against me. She gasped then gave me this naughty grin, her ass grinding against my cock. "You want it bad, huh?" I heard myself ask, possessed by her. Dirty talk wasn’t my normal thing.
She nodded, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. Her turn to talk dirty as she surprised the hell out of me. "I want it so bad. Give it to me. Please."
Ripping her pants down to her knees, she groaned as I shoved her body down flat on the counter. I pushed myself against her opening. Her hips wiggled with anticipation as she moaned, driving me crazy.
My hand stayed against her back, holding her down as I quickly shoved myself all the way in. One long thrust, and I was surrounded again with her soft, tight heat. Her hands balled into fists as we groaned together.
Pulling back, almost all the way out, I thrust in again, and she wiggled her hips a second time. I moved in and out, smashing her against the counter, keeping my hold on her back. Her eyes stayed closed as she bit her lip between her moans, pushing her body against mine. I gripped her ass roughly with my other hand. "Is this what you wanted?" I asked, surprised once again with my own words.
She nodded, her eyes still pinned shut. "Yes. Fuck me."
I slapped down hard on her ass, and she gasped, her hips wiggling again. I pounded into her a little harder and faster. She was so tight and wet. One of her hands trailed down between her legs, and she rubbed at her clit.
I could feel the inside of her throbbing. Her mouth parted open. Her pussy contracted around my cock as she cried out, bringing me close to the edge. I held it together long enough to finish her off. My fingers grasped at her shirt then pushed it up, and I pulled out. I put my dick against her skin as I came on her ass, milking myself with my hand as I grunted like a goddamn animal, hardly recognizing myself.
We didn't move for a few seconds. Our breaths heavy. She hummed against the counter, wiggling her hips one last time. Her dark hair all tousled and stuck against the back of her neck. Her lips puffy and red, her cheeks flushed. She had this satisfied look on her face. It made me feel like I was ten feet tall. This woman was a drug, so amazingly addictive.
My hand rubbed her back as I pulled my pants back up. I grabbed a paper towel from the roll near us. Wiped myself off of her, trying to catch it before it dripped onto her pants. She mumbled a 'thanks' with her eyes still closed. She still tried catching her breath while I threw away the trash and washed my hands. I couldn't help but chuckle at how spent she looked. It made me feel good.
"What's so funny?" she asked, playful as she bit her lip.
My arms crossed as I leaned against the counter. "Nothing's funny. You're just sexy as hell."
She laughed as her eyes finally fluttered open. She stood straight, pulling her pants all the way up. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her back flush with my chest then laying kisses on her neck. She giggled, music to my ears, and reached back, running her fingers through my hair. We swayed back and forth, my lips against her skin, her other hand holding mine over her stomach.
It felt… nice. Right. Perfect. I never thought I'd feel this connected to someone, especially someone so young. Everything about her drove me crazy. It wasn't just her appearance. It was the sound of her voice, the way she laughed, and how soothing her skin felt against mine. I was in deep trouble with this girl. I didn't want to let her go, but I did.
She spun around to face me, placing her arms on my chest. Her eyes were sparkling again. She placed a delicate kiss on my lips, and I held her face in my hands.
Once our lips disconnected, we stared at each other. I rubbed my thumbs against her soft cheeks, and she grinned like she didn't have a single care in the world. "I should go back upstairs," she whispered.
"Okay," I whispered in return but didn't make a move. We stood still, staring into each other's eyes. I hadn't been this smitten over someone in a long time. Even Desiree and I had never stared at each other like this. She had always broken eye contact or rolled her eyes, annoyed with the intimacy. It felt good to connect like this.
"I don't want to go," she breathed.
"I know. You need to, though."
She let out a defeated sigh. "I know." Her arms wrapped around me, placing her cheek on my chest. I hugged her back tight. "Will you text me?" she asked.
I froze. "Yes. If you want me to."
She nodded against me. "I want you to."
"Okay." I rubbed her back for a few seconds before she pulled away. I rushed out of the kitchen and grabbed my phone from the dining table. Once I turned around, she was right behind me, smiling again. She was so goddamn cute.
I handed it to her, and she unlocked the screen. She added her number with a smiley face after the name `Mia.' I learned something new about her. "I can't promise I won't blow up your phone," I joked once she handed it back.
She bit her lip. "I don't mind." Charlie met us at the door and sat, making an unexpected return in the hopes one of us would take him out. Not right now, buddy.
"Bye, baby," she cooed to him and scratched his ears. Turning to say goodbye one more time, I shoved her back against the door before kissing her again. She laughed into my mouth, wrapping her arms a
round me again.
I forced myself to pull away after a few minutes of heated lip locking.
"Thank you for the food," I whispered.
She nodded.
"Thanks for giving me your number."
She nodded again.
"I'll text you."
She nodded a third time, then she opened the door and disappeared into the hallway.
Instantly, my phone was out of my pocket. Hello, Mia. I'm officially crazy about you. Please let me take you out on a date Friday.
My phone vibrated in my hands as I hit send. It was my sister.
She was laughing as I answered the phone. I didn't say anything for a few seconds until she realized I picked up. "Merry Christmas! What time is it there?"
I glanced at the clock, realizing I'd forgotten what day it even was. Balls deep in the beautiful siren from my dreams was not how I thought this day would go. "Merry Christmas. It's… like two in the afternoon or something. What time is it there?"
"Dinnertime already. Couldn't remember the time difference, so I didn't want to call you too early on your day off."
I fell onto my couch. Charlie stood next to me, staring as I listened to Karen talk. I wondered if he recognized her voice. "It's okay. I'll forgive you if you just admit you completely forgot about your pathetic brother."
She laughed. "Oh, my god! You're not pathetic. It's called needy."
"I am not needy."
"How many times have you called Layla today?"
A pause. "Only twice."
She chuckled. "Wow, a record for you." I could hear people talking in the background. "Anyway, I was calling to tell you that we're coming back home tomorrow. One of Zach's coworkers had a family emergency so we have to leave early. How has Charlie been?"
"Easy. Hardly makes noise. Sometimes I forget he's even here."
"Good." She sounded disinterested. "Let's go for drinks tomorrow or something. How does that sound? I have presents for you and Layla."
"Sure. Whatever you want. Need me to pick you up from the airport?"
"Nope. Parked in the garage."
"Woah, big spenders."
She laughed again. "You know us.” I heard a man’s voice on the other side. “Have to go now. Walking into a restaurant. Love you! Text me if you get lonely."
"Love you too, and no I won't be texting you. Bye." I hung up before she could say anything else. It was never a good sign to have my baby sister worrying about me. Maybe I was needy. The only people I talked to outside of work were my sister and my daughter. Maybe I needed friends.
My phone vibrated once again. Hello, Stephen. I accept your request to take me out on a date :) Thank you for today.
I smiled at the message, realizing how desperately into this girl I actually was. It was crazy. I barely knew her, but that couldn't stop me from liking her. Nothing could anymore.
Chapter Eleven
Emilia
My aunt kept throwing me side glances in the mall. She didn't buy me a Christmas present, which wasn't that shocking since she never got me presents. Her idea of a thoughtful gift was usually a card. It always said, "Hey, kiddo, let's go shopping and I'll buy you whatever you want!" So that's where we found ourselves the day after Christmas, scouting the mall for good sales and a reasonable gift for the holidays.
After fighting our way through several stores, I was able to snatch some gorgeous boots. Every time I looked into my shopping bag, I thought of Stephen's reaction once he'd see them for the first time. Was he the type of man to comment on such things? Would he shrug once I'd pointed them out? The entire event was nerve racking when this date was much more important than any other date I'd ever had.
He claimed he'd blow up my phone, but we hadn't talked since that first message. Did he already lose interest? I doubted it, but that didn't stop me from worrying or ripping my phone out of my pocket any time it vibrated. He was a busy man. I shouldn't expect him to drop everything in his life just because we had sex twice.
The food court was where Amy finally asked. She'd been hinting she knew something was different by asking vague questions about my winter break. She asked if I'd had any friends over in Mrs. Peterman's apartment while staying down there. I kept answering 'no' or acting aloof to each of her questions.
She was over it as she finally asked, "Are you dating somebody?"
My eyes widened, but I attempted to remain cool, calm, and collected. I leaned back in my chair, brushing my hair over my shoulder in a casual manner. "Um… no. Why do you ask?"
Her eyes narrowed as she raised her voice a tad, embarrassing me in a way only an aunt could. "Emilia Rose Browne," here we go, "do not lie to me. You're dating someone. I can see it all over your stupid little face. Who is he?"
My head shook. Denying it again seemed like the right thing to do, but she saw right through my bullshit. We hardly kept things from each other. I liked having Stephen as a secret, but that didn't mean I couldn't give away a few details. His identity could remain a mystery to her. My naughty secret was still mine. "Don't wanna tell you."
She gasped. Her hand placed over her heart in a dramatic way. "Is it Tony?"
Ew. "No, it's not Tony. I'm over him."
"Oh." Confusion spread across her face. She shuffled her plate around on the table. "Okay, then why don't you want to tell me?"
My head shook a second time. She still didn't need to know specifics, but I had to give her something. I couldn't have her trailing me or keeping tabs. "My parents wouldn't approve. Plus, we just started talking. I don't want to jinx anything." I fidgeted in my seat as I admitted, "He's taking me out for our first date Friday."
Slowly, she nodded. Her head tilted to the side as this creepy smile appeared. "But you've already had sex." It wasn't a question. I must have made a face because she laughed. "Oh, don't be shy. Something was different about you yesterday. Something's definitely different about you today. I know you snuck away on Christmas to see him. You're smiling so much you're making my cheeks hurt. And you keep checking your phone every five seconds." She ate a fry, waiting for my impressed reaction to her detective skills. "If you don't want your mom finding out, gotta get better at hiding that smile. That's your tell."
My brow furrowed. "Did I not smile before?"
She shrugged, now bored with the conversation. "Not really. You usually seem tortured by life, especially after Tony left. Even before. You always seemed right on the edge.” She sighed. “We worried about you all the time."
I blinked. Did my family really see me that way? I had bad anxiety. I couldn't hide that no matter how much my mother or Tony wanted me to. At least I knew Amy understood me. She didn’t judge my episodes, and she definitely wasn’t judging me now.
"I am happy, but I don't know what I'm doing. I like him a lot, but I'm not supposed to like him, you know?"
"Story of my stupid life." My eyes found hers again, and we laughed. "Don't be afraid of what you're supposed to be doing. If you like him, and it feels right, then I'd say keep dating him. Don't do anything that makes you feel gross, though."
I nodded, thinking it over. "Thanks."
"No problem." She tossed another fry into her mouth. "Details, please. Why's he forbidden?"
I just shook my head and started eating my food. If I gave her any more details, she'd figure out he was older, and I didn't want her judgment. I wanted to protect Stephen from people who wouldn't understand.
She asked me a few more questions. After I refused to answer, she finally dropped the subject and moved onto herself. I listened to her lack of a love life and tried to learn something. She may have been a mess, but she was an adult with a real job, and real co-workers, and real problems. I wondered when I'd feel grown up like her… or like Stephen. When would I be good enough for him?
Chapter Twelve
Stephen
My eyes were droopy as I stared at my empty beer glass. The work week was long. The after Christmas sales created m
ore work for me. My final approval was needed for more than a few purchases. The amount of paperwork necessary was borderline overwhelming, but documentation was important.
Karen promised she'd be here more than thirty minutes ago. I texted her once I arrived, and she sent back, Making a quick stop. Be there soon. which annoyed me. Don't make up a time to meet up if you're not gonna be there at that time. It's not surprising that I'd put things on hold for my baby sister for her to repay me by wasting my time. I could be catching up on work for Christ's sake.
The bartender came by to check on me again and make small talk. This was the fourth time in the last half hour. She was young and pretty, but she knew it. Sitting at the bar had been the logical choice. Easy for me to spot Karen once she walked in, but the bartender kept touching my arm. It made me uncomfortable, so I moved to sit alone in a booth toward the back. It didn’t stop her longing glances, but it put enough distance between us.
My fingers brushed over my phone, opening Emilia’s text from earlier. I felt bad that I'd given her the cold shoulder last night and today, but I got too busy. Before I came out to meet Karen, she'd sent me a message. Hey, how are you? I'm super bored next door. Want to hang out? I can't wait until Friday :)
It almost broke my heart after she’d built up the courage. Hey, I'm doing good. I'm sorry you're bored but I can't tonight. Meeting with my sister for drinks. How about you come over tomorrow? I miss your cute face.
She sent back about a million emojis with hearts and kisses that had me smirking at how cute she was. She told me she was fine and to enjoy my night out. So why couldn't I stop thinking about her? She wasn't even old enough to get into this bar, but somehow, I felt it would have been more fun if she were here. I wanted more time with her. Who knew if things would change once she went back to school?
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