by Faye, Carmen
He’d talked dirty before and was explicit before, but something about the way he was talking to her now could probably get her off if she rubbed her legs together too hard. She was off all fours, but she remained on the floor, mesmerized by the slow stroking of his cock. Why was he so sexy? He wasn’t her first lover; she’d had her fair share. Yet, there was something about him that made everything sexy—from the way he smiled, to how he studied her and her particular desires. When it came to actual sex, he was just off the Richter scale. He may not remember her, but something in him did and it showed.
“Do you want me to chase you?” he asked with a smirk on his face.
She was up from the floor and on his lap before she thought about his question. That may not have been a bad suggestion, but he must have seen her plan written all over her face.
Placing his hands on her ass he squeezed her cheeks and spread her wide at the same time fitting his cock in the notch between her legs. He used her body like his own personal sex toy, wetting himself with her juices as he slid her up and down his shaft.
“Don’t even think about it. You’ve got me so hard and ready I may break something chasing around after you, but now that I know it excites you, we’ll have to do something about that particular fantasy.” His voice was low, and she loved how it made the butterflies in her stomach seem to fly just that much faster. This man could stop his dangerous work and make porn. The world would love him probably as much as she did.
They were both enjoying his ministrations, but he stopped for a second to put on a condom, and she was glad one of them was thinking about that. She just wanted to grab his cock by the base and put it in. The empty feeling she had needed to be filled up, and that was all she could focus on. The fact that she had Matt to herself and he was physically able to do this was amazing since a few days ago she sat in a room full of beeping machines with no response from the man. They’d told her that his body had missed most of the impact because of furniture in the room, but the jarring had shaken his brain up a bit.
“Are you done?” She tried for cheeky with her comment, but it came out sounding impatient, but he smiled when he nodded, like he knew she liked to place him inside of her before she set the pace for their ride. Not like it usually lasted long. He’d give her time to have fun, but she’d often find herself on her back receiving the last few hard and deep thrusts that would take them both over their sexual edge.
His cock seemed bigger than it had a few days ago, or maybe she was just tighter. Slowly, she impaled herself on his large throbbing organ, and he patiently watched her decent. Well, it seemed patient if she didn’t watch the way his mouth flattened out. Should it make her happy that waiting wasn’t as easy for him as he made it seemed? He was the master at teasing and holding her off until he was ready. Did it make for a stronger orgasm… yes, but that didn’t mean she liked it. She loved it, but she didn’t like it.
When she had filled herself with him, she wiggled a bit just to feel his balls on her ass, and she clenched at him with the walls of her pussy just to see if he could feel it.
“Torture. That’s what this is about, isn’t it?” He laughed as he said it, but they both knew that’s what this was. Emmy liked his rough nature, and she wondered if he remembered that. Probably not, the memory of her was gone; it was like she’d never existed. That made her gasp, and his look of arousal change to concern. “What’s wrong, Emmy?”
She didn’t want to get into that. Here they were enjoying each other, and she went and ruined the moment. This was supposed to be fun…it was always supposed to be fun. It was her that made it something that it wasn’t, but she wasn’t going to share that with him now or ever. Emmy raised up on his lap so that just the very tip of his cock was inside her warmth, but then she slammed down and that move took his breath away. She always enjoyed the surprises he gave her, so now it was time for a few for him.
“I know you like to fuck hard, Matt. Don’t think to spare me because I love it like that, too.” She was on the slow rise up while she talked to him but slammed back down for the second time and loved the look of lust on Matt’s face. She was opening up something because the sweetly massaging hands were decidedly rougher as they helped to raise and drop her on him again.
“You look so sweet, but you’re a naughty one, aren’t you? I’m sure you know how much I like that. You sitting here with your good girl panties on and your bad girl body is enough to make me want to keep you.” He brought her down to taste her lips in what she thought was going to be a sweet kiss, but she was mistaken. This kiss was soul-wrenching, as he seemed to pour a lot of his everything into it. Tongue and teeth clashed, as they fought to show each other how hungry they were for each other. Kisses like this wrecked her, as well as his words to keep her for himself. It was clear that he wasn’t truly in his right mind, but it warmed her heart to hear his unguarded thoughts about her.
His personal sex toy. That’s what she felt like she was, as he guided himself into her body. This seemed more like him fucking her from the bottom than her riding him from the top, but she couldn’t have loved it more if she tried. He was so into it that he’d let go in ways he’d never done before, and her breath hitched as he hit a hot spot deep within her again and again.
“Fuck me harder, Matt.” The words flew from her mouth, almost involuntarily. However, when they were out, she knew that truer words couldn’t have been spoken. That’s what she wanted... him to take over her body, her mind, and her orgasm. Leaving her free to feel each and every sensation that he would wring out of her body.
The light in his eyes seemed to grow brighter, and he rolled them both on the couch so that she was on her back. He had her lifted so that she was level with his cock as he kneeled on the floor. The gleam in his eyes told her she was in for it, and she couldn’t have been happier.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
“Give me what you’ve got, Matt. Don’t hold back. I’m a big girl and I can take it.”
Moving his hands all around her body, each caress felt like a kiss and the stimulation was overwhelming. Her body was so sensitive, and it was hard for her to keep still.
“I can see you’re ready, but are you ready enough? Maybe you should get a bit more. I want you to pop loud and hard. He moved one hand down her stomach so he could thumb her clit and the other went to pinch her nipples, first one and then the other.
“Matt?” That was all she could think to say, not please or now or I can’t take any more, just his name and she hoped he knew what it meant.
“I know, Emmy, I know,” he said but didn’t change what he was doing until she could feel her body ratchet up so hard it felt like she was going to splinter and crack for good when she released. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he fucked into her fast and hard while he leaned over her.
They both were making noise, but she couldn’t discern which sound was his, but clearly this was good for him as well. She wanted to do something to be empowering and sexy, but her mind was blank. Reaching up, she caught his nipple within her finger and thumb and pulled it. That move always made her hot, and she hoped it did the same for him. The loud male shout and quick thrusts signaled his release, and his throbbing cock pumped his seed into the protective bag they’d placed over him, but she could still feel the spurts leaving his cock as it flexed and released within her. The tightening of her body suddenly released, and she felt like she was in freefall. The waves of pleasure that overtook her didn’t seem like they were ever going to stop, but she found herself receiving comfort in Matt’s arms, as he held her through her climax and aftershocks.
“Wow,” he whispered in her ear when her body had subsided from its twitching and convulsing.
“I know…we’re kind of combustible together.” She knew that they always had been, but not like this. This was something else… something more, but she didn’t want to make that big of a deal about this. He was needed to perform some top secret mission, and although this was ever
ything she wanted in a man, she knew his desire to remain single.
“That should have remained in my memory, but I know this will. You are one big ball of hot, Ms. Roth,” he said, and she assumed he was trying to get their bearings back in place. She didn’t know how he’d feel if he knew she had such a strong connection with a person he didn’t remember.
“Well, your balls are definitely bigger,” she countered with what she hoped was an effortless and worry-free attitude.
His smile was bright, and she hoped hers was, too. It didn’t help that she was a worrier and thought of each and every scenario this situation may encounter. How would his memory return? Would he have to hit his head on something like what happens in TV comedies? Would it just come back spontaneously? Or would some life event just jar his mind back to clarity? When these things happened would he remember this time or would it be gone? And what about when they met, would he remember that?
“Shhhhh,” Matt said, as he withdrew from her body. For whatever reason that part always made her a little sad. They were separating in the most real sense of the word, and there were times like now when she wanted to protest that.
“What?” She hadn’t remembered saying anything. Have mercy if she was just saying random things out loud. With the way her mind was going, she didn’t want him anywhere near it.
“You are thinking so loud it’s disrupting my mellow.” Matt smiled, and she tried to smile along with him, but it was clear he could see the sadness beneath my façade. “Don’t worry about any of this. Let’s just have fun with it. Our bodies clearly know each other, and we’re having fun, right?”
“Right,” she said, wanting to get away to the bathroom and cry. This place was way too small for that.
“One moment at a time. That’s all we can do right now.” He stood up and got rid of the condom that contained the evidence of all the sexy fun, and she watched his sexy ass walk all the way to the bathroom. He was right. One moment at a time and one day at a time was all they had. She would try her best to enjoy it and kick the worrywart persona off her shoulder the best way she could.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The next few days went by without a hitch, with them learning each other again. Matt couldn’t believe that they were so in synch. Emmy made him laugh and was great to be around. Even when they were both being quiet doing another activity, he found comfort in her presence, but he began to wonder what he was holding her back from. It had been almost a week that had gone by, and she’d told him that she’d been on her way to the Philippines.
“How long will you be around?” He tried to ask the question in an off-handed kind of way but could tell that she thought she was getting her walking papers. Her eyes got wide, and she looked around frantically like she did when there was a question she didn’t want to answer. “This is not me trying to get rid of you. This is me trying to figure out how much time you have left to spend with me and what you’re missing out on while you take care of me.”
“I’m not missing out on anything. I’ve been having a great time with you, and you’ve saved my goose so many times there is no way I’m leaving you when you need my help.”
“The doctor’s didn’t think this process was going to take long, but I’m beginning to wonder if those few days and weeks are just gone for good.” He watched her watch him and couldn’t remember when he’d spent so much time with any one person and they didn’t get on his nerves, but here she sat, drinking her coffee and reading the paper, and he didn’t want it any other way.
“I’m sure an overachiever like you will get what he wants. I’m going to pull a line from your repertoire and tell you what you always tell me, ‘Don’t worry about it. We only can do what we can do and the rest we leave alone.’”
“Curses… foiled by my own words. There’s a crime in that somewhere.” He watched her get up to get a refill on her coffee and enjoyed her whole process, from the way she poured her milk to the way she added the sugar to her coffee, before he got up to put his plate in the sink. He thought there was enough room to slip by right behind her, but she turned at the last minute and spilled hot coffee all over him.
Emmy got paper towels and cleaned him off like the warm coffee was going to do some damage to him. With as much cream as she added, the coffee was practically room temperature.
“Oh my damn,” she said, as she wiped and blotted through his sweat pants. It didn’t take long for her to stop cleaning and start rubbing the part of him that seemed to always be ready for her.
“Did you want to use that or were you just checking it out for size.” He was just being funny, but something in the way she looked at him made him think about what he’d just said. It sounded funny when he thought about it, but clearly something was wrong. “What?”
“That’s the first thing you said to me when I spilled coffee on you at the airport when we first met.”
He didn’t know why that would make her sad but it had. “That makes you sad…why?”
She just shrugged, and he knew that they would get to the bottom of this, but first he wanted to put another look on her face.
“Emmy,” he said in a low voice that he tried to make as threatening as he could.
She looked over and the sadness that played over her features had dulled a bit. Now she just looked at him with a question on her face, like it was too much effort to answer him. She raised her eyebrows to indicate that she was listening and wanted to know what he wanted.
“Run,” he said, and she took off. The other night when they’d first had sex, he asked her if she wanted him to chase her, and the look on her face answered the question even though no words left her mouth. He’d decided then to fulfill her fantasy. For some reason, an image of a small pink-lined piece of paper came across his mind, but he couldn’t think of why that would be significant. He’d have to think more on that later, as the apartment wasn’t very big so this chase was going to be limited. If he waited too long to catch her, she’d already be back to where he was.
Like the hide-and-seek game, he’d given her time to get away. That wasn’t his plan, but it worked. He didn’t have a clue to where she was, but he knew she didn’t leave so her options were limited.
“I said run, not hide Emmy.” He looked in ridiculous places, knowing that she could probably see him wherever she was hiding, but the point of this game was anticipation, so he’d keep it going for as long as he could. He overturned pillows and looked in drawers, thinking that she could only be behind the curtains, under the bed, or in the tub, but he’d get to those places when she was good and primed. He was a retriever although he doubted she knew what he did as a SEAL. It wasn’t something that they could really talk about, but he was good at what he did.
The harsh breaths that Emmy was trying to contain gave her away; she was behind the curtains and she’d placed a towel at the bottom so it looked like there was just a discarded item on the floor. Too bad they kept this place spotless or that would have thrown him off her trail… well, except for the breathing.
He walked over to the curtains and flung them back.
“That was a good attempt, but what will you do now?” he asked, as he enjoyed the pink flush of her cheeks and the bright smile on her face. This wasn’t a permanent fix, but it was getting her mind off whatever made her so sad in the kitchen.
She was quick as she moved to the side and jumped away from him, but just not quick enough. He caught her in midair and she fought him like a wild cat in a trap. She had on one of his shirts, but he wondered what she had on under that.
“Looks like someone likes to be chased. It gets her all excited.” He talked to her in her ear and decided to let her get the full fantasy going. Her back was to his chest, and all her goodies were in a prime position to be played with.
She nodded and pushed her ass back to him. He knew she liked the sweet sting of pain with her pleasure and wanted to find out how she’d like a quick spanking before he filled her hole with all he had to offer. His cock
throbbed just thinking about it.
“Did you still want your safe word to be orange soda?”
Her quick intake of breath made him turn her around. “Are you okay?”
Emmy’s smile was wobbly, and the sparkle had dimmed a bit but it was still there. She nodded her head at the use of her safe word and looked around like she wanted to say something else. While he was trying to figure out what was wrong, she ran into the living room. He took off after her and found he enjoyed chasing her as much as she liked being chased if not more. She wasn’t putting a lot of effort into getting away from him, but the effort made him hot.
He caught her and brought her kicking and wiggling body to the bedroom. This was much more fun than physical therapy, and he was getting quite a work out trying to contain her. He moved back to the bed and fell on it bringing her with him. She fell all sprawled out with her legs wide.