by Claire Adams
One moment I was exploring her body and the next she had her lips moving down my neck and started exploring my body. The anticipation was building and building as we played with each other. Her soft lips moved down my chest and settled around my lower abdomen as her hand wrapped around my throbbing body and played with me.
I let out a deep breath of craving. Wanting to feel myself inside of her was all I could think about, but making love to Emmi was going to be something I’d never forget. She was simply unforgettable, so I let her play and tease me for as long as I could take it.
Nearly an hour went by as we took each other’s clothes off and played with the most delicate spots on our bodies. When my fingers delved to her wetness, I couldn’t hold back from delivering her a sweet moment of ecstasy as I kissed her. My fingers moved quickly and then slowly. They alternated between firm pressure and gentle pressure. All the while I continued kissing her and feeling her breath against mine as her body reacted to the attention I was giving her.
“I can’t take it,” she moaned out as my fingers continued.
“Oh, okay, I’ll stop.” I teased.
“No, don’t stop,” she said firmly as her hand pulled my body toward her.
Then there was a loud beeping noise coming from downstairs. We both froze as our minds pushed the pleasure out and we tried to focus on what the noise could be. Suddenly I realized it had to be the smoke detector.
“I left the beans on,” I laughed as I jumped up to go downstairs.
Emmi’s eyes were glazed over with pleasure as she looked at my throbbing body and how much I needed her. She seductively licked her lips and looked me up and down as she leaned onto her side.
“You better go get that. Hurry back.”
“You’re a goddess,” I said and kissed her as I ran downstairs.
Sure enough, the beans were nearly black they had been cooked so much. I grabbed some pot holders and pulled the concoction off and into the sink. I used the gallon of bottled water and poured it into the pan to let it soak. I also added some more water to the milk that Emmi had cooking.
“Add some water to my cans,” Emmi said as she walked into the kitchen totally naked.
“I’m doing that right now. And wow.”
She smiled and leaned seductively up against the wall.
“You like?” she teased.
“God yes,” I said.
I walked over to her and pressed my naked body against hers. The connection between us had grown into something I couldn’t remember feeling with any other woman. She was a friend, someone I felt like I could probably tell just about anything to.
“I like kissing you,” Emmi said sweetly as her arms wrapped around my neck.
“I like kissing you too.”
She turned around and pressed her naked body against me as her hands stayed connected to my neck. I moved my hands up and cupped her breasts as my lips moved to her neck and delicately tasted her. The power of our bodies together was hard and delicate all at the same time.
My fingers rolled her nipples between their tips and tugged gently to entice more moans from her. Her hands moved from my neck and pressed against the wall as she moved her rear hard against me. The soft, delicate look of her hands was in stark contrast to the old plaid wallpaper.
“Should we go back upstairs?” I whispered softly as our bodies moved together.
“No, I want you to taste my special treat I’m making you.”
“Oh, your special treat?” I teased.
“Shhh, silly. I mean the milk on the stove. Let’s go sit by the fire and wait.”
I literally rolled my eyes at the thought of sitting by the fire with Emmi. Not because I didn’t want to spend time with her, but we were both naked, and I wanted to feel her body wrapped around me so badly that I could hardly think straight. I couldn’t sit by the fire without covering up.
“I’m getting you a blanket to cover yourself then,” I said as I turned her around and took a step back to view her delicious body.
“You mean you can’t control yourself if I’m naked?”
“Nope. I can’t.”
“I bet you could.”
“Oh, I’m not even pretending anymore. There’s absolutely no way I can keep my hands off of you.”
“Fine, I’ll let you get me a blanket.”
Her nipples stood erect from the cold of the kitchen. My eyes couldn’t stop looking as I took in the sight. Her delicate white skin contrasted the dark wallpaper, and I took as many mental pictures of her as I could. Being with her in that kitchen wasn’t something I wanted to forget.
Chapter 16
Emmi
His big hands gently wrapped the blanket around me, and I relished in my longing for this delicious man. The way he touched me was gentle, yet masculine all at the same time and he made me warm in all my most delicate places.
“Just until your warm milk surprise is done. Then we are going back upstairs,” Declan said definitively.
“Oh, yes,” I replied seductively, “then we are going back upstairs.”
“Ugh, stop it.”
“What?” I said in my husky Marilyn Monroe style voice. “You don’t like it went I talk like this?”
My finger slid up to my lips and I traced a path around them as Declan’s eyes stayed glued on me. My every movement was the subject of his intense stare. It was exhilarating to have him so enthralled by me. He had wrapped a blanket around his waist and tucked it in so it would stay put, but I could still see his longing for me as his body pressed against the thick fabric of the blanket.
“You should stop,” Declan said as he finished stoking the fire and then turned back toward me.
The longing I felt for him was all encompassing as I waited to feel his hands on my body again. The teasing I was doing was just as bad for me as it was for him because I was barely holding onto my own desires. My mind raced at the thoughts of how his fingers had played with me and how much fun we were going to have as soon as our dessert was finished.
“Why should I stop, Mr. McMillan?” I continued in my sexy voice.
“Because I’m going to tickle you.”
I burst out laughing at the serious tone in which he had threatened me. Tickling wasn’t exactly a threat, but the way he was saying it, it seemed like such a threat.
“Oh, tickle? Then I better not stand up like this,” I said as I held onto the edges of my blanket. “Or let go of this blanket like this.”
“That’s it,” Declan rushed toward me like a linebacker about to take out a quarterback and then gently pushed me onto the couch. “I warned you.”
He then continued to tickle me. Seriously tickling me. His fingers worked around my sides and went up toward my armpits. I could barely contain my laughter and soon was all out snorting at every new place he moved his fingers. He tickled my knees, my feet, the back of my neck. Every known ticklish spot was his target as he relentlessly tickled my every inch.
“Oh, stop, stop, stop,” I screamed out in laughter as he continued on.
“I warned you.”
“I’m sorry. I won’t tease you with my sexy voice again,” I totally lied.
“Not until after we’ve had this treat of yours or we won’t make it to the treat,” he said as he smiled and leaned back on the edge of the couch.
“Okay, Mr. McMillan. I’ll be a good girl and not tease you anymore,” I joked in my sexy voice as I adjusted my body on the couch and slid my hand from my knees up to my pelvis.
“That’s it,” he said and grabbed my feet and pulled me back toward him. “How much longer until that milk thing is done?”
“I don’t know,” I laughed.
“It’s got to be close to being done.”
“Maybe, should we go take it off the stove?”
“Yes. Definitely yes. One hundred percent yes,” Declan said as he pulled me up from the couch with him and wrapped the blanket back around me. “Keep this on so you don’t freeze.”
We made our way
back into the kitchen and I looked for a utensil that I could used to pull the hot cans out of the water. Finally, I found some tongs and gently pulled each of the cans out and set them on the counter, then I sat down in one of the chairs at the edge of the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” he protested.
“Oh, they need to cool off for about fifteen minutes,” I said playfully.
“The hell they do,” Declan said and grabbed them both with a towel and walked to the front door.
He was still only dressed in his blanket as he walked out onto the front porch and threw them both into the nearby pile of snow. I couldn’t contain my laughter as I stood in the doorway watching him. He clearly wasn’t willing to wait another fifteen minutes for our treat to cool off. I was giggling as he stood there shifting from one foot to the other as the snow was obviously getting uncomfortable on his feet.
“That’s good,” I finally said. “If you can touch them with your hands, they are cool enough.”
Declan reached down and touch one of the cans in the snow and then pulled his hand back because it was clearly still hot. But then he let go of his blanket and reached down and grabbed both of the cans and hurried into the kitchen where he practically threw them down as his blanket fell off.
“They are done,” he said firmly as he shook his hands and rubbed them on his legs.
“Declan, did you burn yourself?”
“No, now show me what’s in there.”
He looked like he was getting angry, but I knew he was just anxious to get upstairs. It wasn’t worth teasing and torturing him any further. So I grabbed the can opener and used a towel to hold the can while I opened one of them up.
“Close your eyes,” I said softly.
“Emmi,” he said as he let out a frustrated breath.
“Trust me. Close your eyes.”
Declan reluctantly did as I asked and closed his eyes. I grabbed a spoon and scooped up a big bite of the delicious dessert concoction that I had made. My mother had taught me how to make this sweet dessert, and it was one of my favorite things to make while I was in college.
“This better not just be a disgusting spoonful of curdled milk,” Declan said as he opened his mouth.
I couldn’t help but giggle at the idea. It hadn’t even crossed my mind to play such a prank on someone before. My giggling got Declan nervous, and he opened his eyes to see what it was that I was about to spoon into his mouth.
“No way, close your eyes,” I said as I quickly moved the spoon behind me. “You can’t cheat after waiting this long.”
“Fine, but I swear, it better not be disgusting.”
“It’s going to be delicious; now close your eyes, mister.”
He obeyed my order and closed his eyes and opened his mouth again. The trepidation in his mouth was evident by how he slowly let it close so it was barely opened at all. But I still slid my spoonful of deliciousness into his mouth.
“Oh, my God. What is this?” he said as he took in the delicious treat. “Is this caramel?” Declan asked as he looked confusingly at me.
“Yep! Isn’t it amazing? Hot, melting caramel, but I think there is an official name for it I just don’t know what it is, I love that it’s made by simply boiling a can of condensed milk.”
“This is really good,” he said as he took the spoon from my hand and scooped another bit. “Close your eyes.”
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to prepare for a bite of the warm treat. But instead of putting the caramel in my mouth, he let a little of it drizzle on my neck and slowly licked it off.
He took his time nibbling and licking me as his hands slid through the opening in my blanket and wrapped around my body. Declan grabbed another scoop of caramel as he slid my blanket off of me and used one of his hands to cover my eyes.
“Keep them closed,” he said softly. “I’ve got to taste this caramel again.”
“Why do I need my eyes…” I trailed off as I felt the warm caramel being drizzled over one of my nipples.
Declan didn’t wait at all and soon had his mouth wrapped around that same nipple as he sucked off the sugary treat. His tongue made quick work of the cleaning, and as he was about to move over to my other nipple, I grabbed his hand and held onto it.
“Remember, we don’t have running water, and only a few more gallons of bottled water.”
“I’ll melt the snow and draw you a glorious bath if I have to. I’m tasting this caramel on your body.”
There was no denying the man, and so I released his hand and let him pour the caramel anywhere he wanted. Soon he had me lying on the butcher block table as he found new and interesting places to drizzle the sweet treat and then lick it off again. The smooth liquid stuck to my body and the warmth was a stark contrast to the cold air in the room.
My heart raced with pleasure while Declan teased me with the dessert. His warm hands gliding up and down my body while he tried to find the next spot to pour the warm liquid onto.
“I’m all sticky,” I said as he poured a large amount on my inner thigh and then worked his way up my leg licking it. “You’re going to have to lick that all off.”
“I intend to.”
“I’d say we should go upstairs, but I don’t want to get our bed all sticky.”
“Do you want to go to a bed?”
“It’s pretty cold in here,” I shrugged. “I mean, I don’t want to ruin the mood though.”
“I’ll still be in the mood if we are in a bed,” he winked and held his hand out for me to take. “Let’s go to one of the other bedrooms and I’ll get the fire going, but first I’ll clean you off.”
He poured some water from the jug onto a clean towel and then gently glided it up and down each of my legs. He took care to wrap the towel all the way around and tried to get every last bit of stickiness off of me in one swift movement.
The water was cold though, and I shivered at his movements. It was erotic how his hands pressed the cold cloth against my body. I reacted with a heightened desire to get to the bedroom and make love to this man.
Declan no longer seemed like my boss at all. Now he was just a lovely man I’d spent the last few days with waiting out a snowstorm. There was no hierarchy of leadership between the two of us. We were just two people who happened upon each other in the crazy world we lived in. I never would have guessed I’d fall for a guy like Declan, but there I was, longing to have my body and his pressed together as we made love.
When he had finally washed my body off, I held onto his hand as we slowly climbed the steps and found a bed to climb into. Since arriving at the chalet we had slept only in the large honeymoon suite at the end of the hall; it was exciting to be going into a new room and lying in that bed. The crisp new sheets still felt fresh against our skin when Declan pulled the comforter back and we slid into the bed.
“I feel like a naughty couple sneaking away for an affair.”
“Shh, don’t let your husband hear,” Declan joked.
“Oh, he would get so mad,” I giggled and pulled Declan toward me.
Being naked with Declan didn’t feel the same as I felt when I was naked with guys I dated. Typically I was nervous and concerned the guy was judging every part of my body, but Declan was enjoying my body. He’d already shown how much lust he had for me, and that drove me to feel more confident than I typically was while in bed with a man. I wrapped my fingers around his shoulders and pulled him on top of me.
His legs pushed mine out of his way as he held himself over me and slowly pressed his throbbing body into mine. The movement was slow and sensual as our eyes stayed looking into one another’s and Declan leaned down to kiss me while his body started to thrust.
Kissing was such a sensual act. It always got my body revved up, and even more so with Declan. Our tongues played together as our pelvises moved in harmony. Thrust after thrust delivering pleasure to the two of us that we had held back and longed for over the last few days. Nothing outside of that room mattered at that moment. No
t my family, not our work, nothing. It was just the two of us playing and enjoying the intimacy.
Declan moved slowly and took his time even though I kept grabbed onto his back and pushing him to go harder and harder. My body needed to feel the pleasure, I longed to scream out as my body released with excitement and I couldn’t wait another moment. But Declan had ideas of his own as he took his time and relished the need he was building in me. He smiled as I pushed for more from him and kissed my lips when I begged for him.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Harder,” I demanded.
His response was to cover my demands with his lips as he kissed me and continued to move slow and steady with his body. He was deliberately trying to draw out his own pleasure all while I was begging for him to bring me to my climax.
His slow and steady movements had my body on edge with excitement, and soon I felt the stirring of a delicious explosion. My pelvis started to tingle, and my thighs tightened while Declan continued to move inside of me. He felt my reaction and slowed himself even more while he took some time to kiss and play with my nipples.
“Oh, no, keep going,” I begged, only to be met with his devilish smile.
His big blue eyes looked at me, and I melted into submission and let him continue on with his plans. The scruff of his beard scratched and tickled all at the same time while his lips wrapped around my body and pulled my nipple into his mouth. His firm pulling motion delivering the pleasure and pain my body had been waiting for as his hips delivered a few hard thrusts.
“Yes,” I cried out. “Yes.”
His perfect timing was all my body needed to finally give in and explode. I grabbed his face and pulled him up to me to kiss him while he continued moving and forcing my body to give in to him. When he saw that I had fully released, only then did Declan give his body permission to also release.
The moment was perfection. Love making like I’d always wished it could be. No wild position, no cute little toys, just the two of us getting to know each other in the most carnal of ways.