Catching my drift, she moaned, “I’m yours. Only yours.”
My gaze locked onto the nearest table. I carefully laid her on it. Burning from desire, I slipped the straps of her tank top down her shoulders to reveal her beautiful breasts. I hungrily bit one of her nipples, while playing with the other using my thumb. I didn’t know if I’d be able to fully sate my passion tonight—probably not—but, hey, we had our whole lives ahead of us.
“I want you… Hurry up.” She licked her lips.
My eyes focused on the champagne sitting on the table. I’d opened the bottle and taken two swigs before the gig to take the edge off.
“I think we should celebrate with some champagne,” I suggested, picking up the bottle.
Emily leaned on her elbows, observing me with curious eyes. As I gave her a drink from the bottle, the bubbly spilled on her neck and ran down her cleavage.
Christ… Every man’s dream.
She dug her nails into my shoulders. I lifted her skirt waist high, ripped the panties standing in my way and spread her hips wide.
Emily was the most gorgeous sight I’d ever laid my eyes on. Half-undressed, lying on a baroque-style table, she looked like a goddess who’d stepped out of my wildest wet dreams.
I bent down between her legs and let my tongue play with the small bundle of nerves. I sucked and teased her throbbing clit until she started to tremble. In response, my balls contracted painfully. I was yearning for release.
Since we’d split up, I hadn’t been with another woman. I hadn’t been able to bring myself to do it—no woman could replace my sweet Emily. And now I yearned to fill her completely and take her with me to the divine end.
But I needed to quench my thirst by drinking the very last drop of her sweet juices.
“Please,” she moaned as her head thrashed and her back arched. I sensed I’d taken her to the edge.
“Say my name,” I ordered and bit her thigh. “Say it, Emily.”
She opened for me like a blooming rose that’d been in the shade for too long. My tongue sank inside her and she screamed, “Ryan, oh, Ryan… It’s so good. Ryan…”
She came hard, tightly gripping my hair.
I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I laid her down in the middle and took off her shoes.
“Don’t leave me alone.”
My lips twisted into a big grin. “If you think the fun’s over, you’re dead wrong. We’re only just starting.”
Now naked, I positioned myself over her, removed her remaining clothes and flung them to the floor. The only thing she wore was a pair of black French-lace stockings.
Her eyes fixated on me with a mixture of satisfaction, love and powerful desire.
“I love you, Ryan,” she whispered and pushed herself up to kiss me.
Her thick, soft lips touched mine, and just through this light, tender touch, I was immersed in a sea of love. I sank into her, ecstasy pushing me out to the deepest water, where all I felt was pure pleasure. No pain, no tears, only euphoria of passion and love.
My fingers explored her gently. She shook with me, responding rhythmically to the motion. I pulled out of her, so I could turn her over on her belly and sink my face into her sweet ass. I adored every part of her gorgeous body. Emily squealed and raised herself toward me, allowing me to penetrate her pussy. I fucked her with my tongue, while she moaned and groaned in French—words that I unfortunately didn’t understand, but which nevertheless aroused me even more. I lightly slapped her ass, stood up and filled her up again.
I took hold of her ponytail and pulled it back. I knew I wasn’t being particularly gentle, but—fuck—I couldn’t restrain myself. My blood was boiling, coursing wildly through my veins. My body was drenched in sweat. My balls contracted painfully, yearning for release.
She arched her back when I started sucking on her earlobe. I thrust a few more times and we both came simultaneously.
I pulled out of her carefully, but my cum rolled down her thigh anyway. Somehow, this sight was terribly sexy. I bent down and bit her ass. Dammit, I’d only come a minute ago, but was already ready for round two. I needed to take things down a gear.
Emily relaxed in the bed. I turned her over on her back and sank into her slippery pussy again. I growled in pleasure, swimming in the mixture of our juices.
Mine! Emily was mine, forever.
She pushed herself up and took my nipple ring into her mouth.
“You want more?” I asked, the ends of my mouth turning upward.
“Yes. Oh, yes… It’s so good feeling you inside me.” The silver studs in the base of my cock head rubbed against her most sensitive spot, making both of us shiver in pleasure as we raced headlong to the sweet end.
After we’d finished making love, Emily quickly drifted off in my arms. Holding her like that, I watched her for a long time. I was truly lucky. She was the missing piece in the puzzle of my true happiness.
I intended to make her my wife but hadn’t bought an engagement ring. Careful not to wake her, I quietly got out of bed, picking up my cell phone from the nightstand in the process. I went into the living room, settled comfortably on the couch and started searching for a jewelry store online. It took me quite a while to find what I was looking for. But the ring I chose was perfect for my girl.
It was a truly unique piece, with a large diamond attached to a base of two platinum butterflies whose wings were encrusted in tiny diamonds. It was massively overpriced, in my opinion, but what could one expect from Cartier? Still, price was no object in the circumstances. I needed a unique ring and this one fit the bill perfectly. Because Emily Delon was my beautiful butterfly, who’d enchanted me with her unearthly beauty.
I called Mike and asked him to go to that store and buy the ring for me. I texted him all the relevant details and went back to bed.
For the first time in so long, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
18
Ryan
The chilling paintings of uprooted trees and abandoned houses hanging on the walls of Dr. Chance’s office were fraying my nerves. Dark thoughts swarmed around my head. Emily and I had been waiting for the DNA test results for only ten minutes, but it seemed hours had passed. We needed to know whether or not we were blood relatives.
The powerful smell of disinfectants was making me nauseous. Fuck, would this depressing wait ever end? And where the hell was Dr. Chance?
Emily was shaking from anxiety. I put my arm around her and she snuggled up to me.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be alright. Have faith,” I said, trying to calm and encourage her.
She nodded slightly. I put my index finger under her chin and gave her a peck on the lips.
Someone cleared their throat behind us. We turned to see the doctor standing in the doorframe. He was watching us without hiding his pity.
Pity was never a good sign.
“Dr. Chance,” I started saying, but the huge lump stuck in my throat prevented me from finishing my question. What do the results show?
Christ, we better not be blood relatives.
“Mr. Wilder, I’m very sorry to be the bearer of bad news. I know you and Miss Delon want to build a family. That, however, is impossible because you’re half-brother and half-sister.
No!!!
God…
Half-brother and half-sister…
That can’t be true. What are we going to do now?
The doctor continued, “In such relationships, it’s not advisable to make babies because the probability of the children having congenital abnormalities is too high. I really am sorry.”
Stunned, we went out into the corridor. It was empty. This seemed strange somehow. Hospitals were never empty.
Emily was pale. I held her tight and kissed her.
Her limps trembled as she said, “Don’t touch me, please. We can’t stay together.”
Cold sweat poured out of my skin. The horror caused by her words was comparable to being hit by a train.
Agony�
� Fear… The world returned to being black and white.
I couldn’t imagine life with us apart. We had to stay together regardless of the circumstances.
Embracing each other, we collapsed on the floor and wept together. I held her tight in my arms, painfully aware this was the last time I’d get to do that.
“Nooo… Please don’t leave me. Emily, I love you. You’re all I have. Stay with me, I beg you.” I watched her as tears ran down her beautiful face. The pain I felt was unbearable.
Laughter—cold and spooky—came from the end of the corridor. It sounded like it’d come from the devil’s mouth.
“You’ll never get rid of me, Ryan,” a painfully familiar voice said. I turned my head to see the man who’d made me suffer so much.
Josef? What’s he doing here? He’s dead. I killed him.
“Emily’s my daughter. Mine!”
“Nooo…”
“And since she’s mine, I can do anything I want to her.” He pulled out a gun from his jacket and fired. Once…
Right in Emily’s chest.
My love, the only woman I loved more than anything in the world, was dying in my arms.
“Nooo. God, nooo.”
I carried her along the corridor, screaming for help. I ran from room to room, but they were all empty. The only presence was Josef’s bloodcurdling laughter, following me like a shadow.
I looked helplessly at Emily. Her face had gone grey and her white blouse was soaked in blood.
I fell on my knees again, not letting go of her for even a second.
“Emily, please… Don’t leave me.” Tears blurred my vision.
“I love you,” she murmured, her lips barely opening. Her body relaxed lifelessly.
“Nooo. God, nooo,” I cried as loud as I could, powerless to bring back what had been taken from me.
Emily lay still in my arms.
She was dead.
* * *
I woke up drenched in sweat. At first, I didn’t know where I was, but then I gradually got my bearings.
Thank God, it’d all been just a nightmare. A horrible nightmare.
I remembered the concert. Emily, my sweet Emily, was alive. She’d told me Josef wasn’t her father. Afterward, we’d gone to the hotel and had sex on the table. And later on the bed.
I saw sunrays sneaking in between the two thick curtains and then glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It said 8:45 am. Despite the lack of sleep, I didn’t feel tired. It was as if I’d had my caffeine hit and its name was Emily Delon.
As I ran my fingers through my damp hair, I heard the murmur of running water. I went into the bathroom and found my sweet future wife relaxing in the bath. Intoxicating aromas drifted from the foam.
“Morning, honey,” I said and, unable to spend another second apart from her, went over to kiss her.
She smiled playfully and, seeing my hard-on, said, “As always, one part of your body is already fully awake.” She licked her lips and my dick trembled in response. “Do you want to join me?”
Not bothering to reply, I stepped into the bath and lay back. I pulled her to me, so that her back rested on my chest. I dug my nose into the hollow behind her ear and kissed her. “I missed you, babe.”
Her bubbling laughter echoed through the bathroom as I nibbled her earlobe.
“I had a nightmare, but you weren’t in bed when I woke up. I needed you beside me,” I added.
She stopped laughing and turned her head to look at me. “Sorry. I didn’t know. When I woke up, you were deep asleep, so I decided to run a bath in the meantime. What was the dream about?”
I put my palms on her face, crossing my fingers around her nape, and gently touched the corner of her mouth with my thumb. “It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry. The important thing is you’re with me now.”
I gazed at her sculpted features—a gorgeous sight by itself—but with the Eiffel Tower visible through the window in the background, it was enough to take anyone’s breath away.
“Tell me that you only want me. That you’ll never let another man touch what’s mine.” I sounded like a possessive dominant. But Emily was mine, my priceless treasure. Nothing was more precious to me. I was her first and intended to be her last. “From now on, we’ll always be together. I don’t want to be apart from you for even a day. Wherever I need to go, you’re coming with me.” I leaned in and kissed her cute nose.
“I only want you. I can see you’re worried, but you shouldn’t be. I also don’t want us to be apart ever again.” She smiled.
I’d never thought I’d bind my life to any woman, let alone get married. Yet now I couldn’t wait to do it, especially since fate tried to take her from me.
As if she’d read my thoughts, she murmured, “I still can’t believe our worries are over,” she said, her hands on my shoulders, her breasts touching my chest.
“Relax and stop thinking about that.” I slid my fingers along her back, down to her slim waist and further down to her prominent ass. Emily’s body was amazingly tight.
“Your scent is divine,” I said, my hands massaging and caressing her all over.
“That’s from the bath salts.” Her modesty always surprised me. Her skin was smooth and now slightly pink from the hot water.
She couldn’t look any sexier.
Her flat belly pressed against my erect cock. Unable to hold back, I slid my fingers between her hips. Sensing the wetness of her pussy, I growled in satisfaction. “You’re always ready for me, babe.”
My middle finger sank deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me thirstily. Her sweet tongue slid into my mouth as she rubbed herself along the entire length of my dick.
“Open yourself for me and relax,” I said and gently caressed her anus.
“Ryan, I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
“I know you’re not ready. My cock is too big for your tight ass. I’m just going to make you come. Relax. I promise it won’t hurt. Tell me you trust me.”
Her white teeth sank into her thick lower lip and she nodded.
“Say it out loud, Emily.”
“I trust you.”
“Good. Now kiss me.”
We kissed softly and tenderly, savoring every touch. Our lips touched, our tongues intertwined. Emily let out a moan in my mouth when my middle finger sank into her pussy and my index finger into her anus.
God, I was burning with desire. Blood started coursing wildly through my veins. I put my hand on her neck and intensified our kiss. My tenderness was superseded by indescribable desire.
My fingers gently moved in and out as I watched her, enjoying her soft groans. The effect she had on me was so powerful that I could come just from her kisses. And with the added movements of her lithe body, rubbing against me…true heaven. Sweet heaven.
My lips moved down her neck and she arched her back. I leaned in to take one of her nipples into my mouth. Just then, she screamed, “Oh, God, I’m coming… It’s so good.”
“Don’t hold back. Do it…now.” I sped up the rhythm of my fingers, which slid in and out of her with ease. She screamed my name and started to come, clenching her pussy muscles. She rubbed her sweet pussy along the shaft of my cock, making us reach the divine end together.
Emily relaxed on my chest. “I never thought I’d like that.”
I smiled and pressed her tighter against me. “Wait until we do anal.”
“Yes, we will.” Her eyes started closing in lazy pleasure.
I ran my fingers across her face. “You must be very tired. I didn’t give you much time to sleep.”
She exhaled deeply. “I feel wonderful. Satisfied and relaxed.” She laughed and, as always, her laughter spilled over me like a hot wave.
Oh, Lord…I hoped I’d always be able to make her smile. To be happy with me and never regret becoming involved with me. What we had between us was true love, the kind that couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. “How about we have breakfast and make our way to the airport. C
all your grandmother and tell her we’re coming.”
Emily quickly shook herself awake and raised her head. She stared at me in wonder. “What? You’re not being serious, are you?”
I smiled at her daringly. “Why? What’s wrong with burning with impatience to meet your relatives?”
She continued to stare at me in amazement.
“What is it? Are you worried?” I asked.
Her lips parted slightly. “No, it’s not that.” She looked to the side and I realized she wasn’t telling me something.
“Come on, what’s the problem?”
“I’ve never introduced them to a man.” She shrugged. “Well…you know. I never actually had a boyfriend before you.”
I pushed her chin up to make her look me in the eyes. “And now you’ll introduce them to your future husband.”
Her face lit up. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“And then you’ll make them happy by having great grandsons and great granddaughters.”
“Whoa!” she shouted in surprise. “Hold your horses, I’m not ready yet.”
“Relax,” I replied, laughing. “I’ve no intention of sharing you with anyone for at least three years. We’ll have kids whenever you want.”
She embraced me and kissed me on the lips. “Oh, God…Ryan…I love you so much. I don’t know what I did to deserve you. You’re the most wonderful man I’ve ever met.”
“I think in our case, I’m the lucky one, honey,” I said, enjoying the gentle circles she outlined on my chest with her thumbs. With every touch, I wanted her more and more. But I was worried that I’d been rougher than I’d intended yesterday. I decided to put the sex games on the back burner, at least for now.
“I intend to ask your grandfather for your hand.”
“Granddad can be difficult and unpredictable. What happens if he says no?”
I smiled crookedly. “I can be very persuasive when I put my mind to it.”
“Whatever Granddad says, I’ll marry you and do my best to make you very happy.”
“I have no doubt.”
* * *
We decided to have breakfast on the balcony to enjoy the wonderful view of the Eiffel Tower. Right when the waiter was serving our food, the doorbell rang. It was Mike, with my order in hand.
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