It's All a Matter of Choice

by Liberty Allure

  Anita looked at him suspiciously.

  Suddenly, she grabbed at his loins, Emmet trying to jerk away from her hand, but she was faster and felt the hardness under the fabric of his boxers.

  “You’re hard,” she said, smirking at him.

  Emmet didn’t say anything. Anita brushing her hand against his cock didn’t help matters a bit.

  “Awww, Emmet…are you being noble?” she asked him, turning to face him fully now, the cleavage of her breasts visible. Emmet’s eyes flicked down at them for a moment then focused steadily on her face. Anita fought back a giggle.

  ”Being noble?” he repeated.

  ”Yes. You think it’s too soon to ask me to have sex with you,” she said softly, caressing his cheek.

  ”I’m not being noble, Anita. You’ve been through a lot this week,” he said.

  ”So have you, Emmet. You were with me the entire time. I couldn’t have got through this without you,” she said to him, pressing a little kiss against his lips.

  “You needed me,” he said simply.

  ”And judging by that hard-on you have, you need me,” she replied, slipping her arms around his neck. “You do need me, don’t you Emmet?”

  Emmet pulled her closer, reflexively.

  “Yessss,” he sighed, pressing his cock against her helplessly, “I do.”

  ”Never be afraid to tell me that Emmet. Even if I say no at the time, it makes me feel good to know I’m needed,” she said softly.

  “You’re needed. You’re very needed, Anita,” Emmet breathed, pressing his mouth to hers and then consuming it.

  Chapter 39 ~ The Emmet Express

  As Emmet kissed Anita, his mind was percolating. While he was on the net one night he browsed a page of sexual positions and studied them. Emmet didn’t have much experience and he didn’t want Anita to get bored with him, so he learned them, intending to use them. But he wanted to get her permission first before twisting her all over the place.

  He broke the kiss, and Anita puckered up, her eyes closed, waiting for more. When Emmet didn’t kiss her, she opened one eye and looked at him. Then both eyes.

  ”Why did you stop, Emmet?” she asked him.

  “I wanted to ask you something,” he said.

  Anita scowled.

  ”You sure picked a hell of a time to want to ask me something, Emmet…can’t it wait?” she asked him, her body wriggling against his urgently.

  Emmet blinked at her several times then said haltingly,”I looked up some…positions.”

  Anita suddenly looked very interested.

  ”Positions, Emmet?” she repeated.

  Emmet nodded.

  “Sexual positions,” he said quickly, “I didn’t want to bore you doing the same thing over and over.”

  Anita fought back a laugh because Emmet looked so serious.

  ”Emmet,” she said, “We haven’t had enough sex yet for me to be bored with you.”

  Emmet didn’t quite know what to say to this, so pressed on. He wanted to try them even if Anita wasn’t bored with him. They looked…well…good.

  ”I still want to try them, Anita,” he said, his eyes hot. “I think you’d like them. I memorized all of them.”

  ”How many?” Anita asked curiously.

  “Ten. But we would have to get out of bed for a couple…or I could save them for another time,” he replied, feeling a bit more hopeful now that Anita seemed interested.

  “You memorized them?” she asked him again.

  Emmet nodded.

  “Tell me what they are…just the names,” she said, shifting back and propping up on her elbow.

  Emmet started counting on his fingers.

  “Well, there’s the Diamond, the Side Slide, the Thigh Master, the Booty Bridge…” he said raising a finger for each position. Anita snorted.

  “The what?” she said laughing.

  “The Booty Bridge,” Emmet said, trying to stay focused, “Then the Carnal Clench, the Randy Rider…but you would do most of the work with that one…Up, Up and Away, Niagara Falls, but you have to be in the bathtub, then there’s the Bed Spread, the Tilt-a-Girl and the Tantric Turn-on. That’s it.”

  ”That’s enough,” Anita said, still laughing. “What’s the Tilt-a-Girl?”

  Emmet blushed but told her.

  ”Well, you’d lie facedown across the bed, then scoot your body forward so your head and chest hang off the side. Then you’d put your palms on the floor to support your weight,” Emmet said, his whole head turning red as he continued, “Then I would enter you from behind, with my legs positioned inside yours and my hands resting on your back so I can balance and keep my head and shoulders high.”

  “Sounds like a lot of blood would be rushing to my head,” Anita said. “I don’t know if I want to do that one, Emmet. At least not tonight. Tell me about another one. One you’d like to try.”

  Emmet looked thoughtful.

  “There’s the Bed Spread. I’d have to get out of the bed for that one, but I don’t mind that,” Emmet said.

  “Of course you don’t,” Anita thought, smiling at him as he continued, a bit braver now that he’d gotten through the Tilt-a-Girl description without Anita freaking out.

  ”You’d bend over the side of the bed so your stomach and breasts are pressed against the mattress and your feet are on the floor. As I penetrate you from the back, I lift your legs and hold them apart,” Emmet said, his face contorting a little at the idea of it.

  Anita liked him to be strong, and Emmet knew he could really give it to her good this way, plus he’d be able to watch his cock slide in and out of her. The only bad thing about it was he couldn’t see her face. But then again, he could make some changes…

  ”Or you could lie on your back and I could do it that way,” he suggested.

  Emmet liked that idea even better. He loved to look at Anita’s face when he was fucking her. She was so beautiful and sexy.

  “You’re just chock full of ideas, aren’t you Emmet?” Anita said, looking at him fondly.

  Emmet nodded, his nostrils flaring a little.

  ”I just want to be good to you, Anita,” he said.

  “Emmet, you are already good to me in so many ways,” she said to him softly, caressing his cheek. Emmet caught her hand and kissed her palm gently.

  ”I want to be good to you in every way,” he said intensely, his brown eyes burning into hers. He wanted Anita to be satisfied with him as a lover as well as a companion. “I don’t want you to want anyone else, Anita. Not to even think of having anyone else.”

  Anita stared at Emmet.

  “Why Emmet, are you jealous of me?” she asked him in surprise.

  “Yes,” Emmet said, “But it’s nothing you do Anita. It’s just that I know when other men look at you, they’d like to be me. I can see it in their eyes. It makes me feel like I want to hide you away just for myself.”

  Anita laughed.

  ”As long as you never really try to hide me away or blame me for the way other guys might look at me, we’ll be fine, Emmet. Some men actually do the things you’re feeling or blame women for men’s interest,” Anita said.

  “I don’t mind the interest as long as they don’t try to…to steal you,” Emmet said.

  ”No one’s going to steal me, Emmet,” Anita said softly. “I’m very fond of you and care about you very much. You are so sweet. Kind. Generous. You know how to keep a girl around. I just hope no one tries to steal you from me.”

  Emmet snorted a little.

  ”From you? Never,” he said sincerely.

  Anita felt her heart skip for a second, then said to Emmet, “You know, instead of having you try out all those positions you learned, how about if I just let you do anything you feel like doing to me? That way you aren’t limiting yourself and can be as creative as you want. The only thing off limits is you can’t fuck me in the ass. I don’t like that.”

  Emmet knew he wouldn’t like it, so couldn’t blame Anita a bit. But carte blanche on her
body?

  “Anything I want?” he said, eyeing Anita as if she were a smorgasbord.

  “My body is your body,” she said, lying down on her back. “You don’t have to ask me anything. Whatever you feel like doing or want to try, you can. I won’t stop you.”

  Emmet looked at her and licked his lips.

  “Um…can I ask you to do things to me?” he asked her.

  She smiled at him.

  “Yes, you can,” Anita said, thinking it would be a real turn-on to have Emmet initiate some acts. For example, she loved blowing Emmet, and knew he loved it too, but he wouldn’t ask her to do it for him. She wanted to break him out of that. To not be afraid to ask her to do something that made him feel good. He was too much of a gentleman sometimes.

  “Emmet, you know…when we’re like this, you don’t have to be a gentleman. You don’t have to always be nice. When it comes to sex, being a bit…well…not so nice can be good,” she said to him. “You can be a little demanding. It’s a turn on for a lot of women.”

  ”Is it a turn-on for you?” he asked her.

  “Yes,” Anita said, her eyes going a bit smoky, “Remember the night you caught me with the dildo…how you were?”

  ”Yes,” Emmet said, his own eyes going a bit dark, “But you said I made you sore. I don’t want to mistreat you, Anita. I want you to feel good when I finish, not be in pain.”

  “That’s the thing Emmet. I did feel good while you were fucking me. I could feel how much you wanted me, how much you enjoyed me. It was honest,” Anita said, “Yes, I was a bit sore after that, but I wanted you that way. I just didn’t know you’d last so long and I probably wouldn’t have been so sore if you had changed up a little. You plowed into me like you were clearing a field.”

  ”I wanted you, but I wanted to give you what you needed more, Anita. I saw what you needed and wanted to be better than what you had,” Emmet said softly.

  “You were. Much better,” Anita replied, kissing Emmet’s lips lightly as he smiled at her.

  “I want to be the best you ever had,” he said passionately.

  Emmet found he was a little jealous when he thought about other men Anita had sex with. He wanted to wipe them all out of her memory. He knew it didn’t make much sense to be jealous of a past he had nothing to do with, but he still was. It was a little scary.

  “Emmet, you’re better than anyone I’ve ever had. Because you’re here. I’ve never had anyone who was ‘here’ before. I was still alone. Now, I’m not,” she said.

  “I’ll always be here,” Emmet said, kissing her deeply.

  The time for pillow talk was over as Anita wrapped her arms and her heart around Mr. Emmet Barrows, giving herself over to him.

  Emmet rolled on top of Anita, his mouth locked to hers. She had said he could do anything to her he wanted. Oh God. But…still he felt that before he did, he should spend time turning her on. Anita liked him to kiss her all over and then eat her out. He’d do that first.

  Emmet moved from Anita’s mouth to her throat, kissing, licking and sucking on it the way he knew she liked, Anita sighing and offering him more access. He caressed her breasts, sides and hips slowly and reverently, his palms smoothing over her skin as his lips moved downward, tasting her flesh.

  “Oh Emmet. Yessss,” Anita sighed, her eyes closed as his mouth moved between her breasts, then found each of them with soft, sucking kissed.

  “So beautiful,” Emmet breathed so she could hear him. He felt her hands caress his head as he moved down her belly, his own hands sweeping up to her shoulders, over her breasts and hardened nipples then down her thighs, petting her gently as she moaned, the scent of her readiness wafting up to him as his lips pulled at her pubic hair, his hands gently parting her thighs.

  Emmet looked down at her glistening core, then gently parted it with his fingers, the sensitive pink inner skin and hardened clit visible. Emmet had only seen one pussy in his life, but he was sure Anita’s was the prettiest on the face of the planet. And the sweetest.

  He latched on to her softness, sucking gently, Anita’s thighs trying to clamp together as Emmet pleasured her, running his tongue over her soft flesh, drinking in every bit of her sweetness before slipping his tongue inside, twisting it back and forth.

  Anita’s fingers were tangled in his hair now, pulling on it painfully as she moaned and hissed. Emmet loved it because he knew she was lost to how he made her feel…Anita wouldn’t purposely hurt him if she were herself. But she wasn’t herself at this moment, she was his. Every delicious inch of her was his and he was thankful for it. Thankful for everything Anita was.

  Anita arched upward and let go, bliss pulsing through her as Emmet brought her to climax with his tongue, the hair-pulling even more painful as he drank down her release like ambrosia, staying with her, kissing her pussy gently until she came down and the pulling eased. Emmet slowly slid back up her body, looking down at Anita, who was flushed, hot and her brown eyes half-lidded as she looked back at him.

  “Damn Emmet. You sure can eat pussy,” she breathed up at him.

  Emmet smiled and kissed her, Anita tasting herself on his lips as she felt him adjust his slim hips, his cock swollen and resting against her belly. He slid downward a bit, his eyes locked to her face as he positioned himself and slid into her in one smooth, motion, groaning as his stiff, pulsing organ parted and filled her tight sleeve completely. Anita let out a tremulous moan as Emmet’s big cock possessed her, wrapping her arms around him.

  “You’re so hot and tight,” Emmet whispered, his lower lip trembling and voice filled with emotion, “God you feel so good Anita. So damn good.”

  Emmet began to move, stroking her gently, savoring the caress of her body as he slowly fucked her, Anita moaning, her hips thrusting up to meet his thrusts.

  “Oh yes,” he breathed, kissing her and speeding up slightly.

  “Yes, Emmet yes,” Anita breathed, hitching her hips and changing his angle slightly, making Emmet break the kiss with a gasp and raise his upper body up with his hands. He looked down on her beautiful body, her full breasts bouncing rhythmically, her hips rolling, his thick cock appearing and disappearing between her thighs.

  “Talk to me, Anita,” he said softly, “Talk to me like you were talking when I found you with the dildo. Say those things to me.”

  Anita stared up at him and licked her lips, gasping as he hit her just a little harder.

  “Fuck me, Emmet. Give me all of that big, thick cock,” she hissed at him.

  That was all Emmet needed. He began to slam his cock into Anita harder, grunting and groaning with pleasure.

  “Like this? Is this what you want?” he breathed, his body flexing as he drove into her roughly, burying himself inside her as far as he could go. Anita let out a shriek and orgasmed, clamping down on Emmet like a vise. Damn, it was so…quick.

  Anita hearing Emmet say what he did had the effect of turning on a spigot. She just exploded from the sexiness of it all. Emmet didn’t realize how dominant he sounded, how delicious.

  “I guess this is what she wants,” Emmet groaned to himself as he fucked Anita through her release, her juices squishing around his cock, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Suddenly Emmet stopped and rose to his knees, pulling Anita down a bit roughly, turning her on her side and resting one of her legs against his shoulder and straddling her other. He thrust back inside her hungrily.

  “Oh shit, Emmet!” she cried out as he plunged deep.

  “You told me I could do what I want,” he gasped down at her, stroking her pussy with long, deep thrusts, grimacing as he saw the white coating of her lubrication greasing his shaft, which was disappearing into her soft pink core. He tore his eyes away from the erotic sight of burying his cock inside her body and looked at Anita’s face. She had such an expression of bliss on her face, he started fucking her harder, arching into her pussy hungrily, his eyes fluttering as he tilted his head back and just…just felt her.

  “Sooo goooood!” Emmet groaned, his
head snapping back down, Anita’s cries rolling over him like an audible caress. Anita was jerking terribly now, Emmet slamming into her over and over. Then he remembered what she said about not getting sore if he changed up. He’d be sure to make her sore if he kept going the way he was. Besides, he wanted to hold her, to make her feel he was with her…not just taking from her.

  Emmet pulled out, Anita protesting as he laid down behind her, spooning while lifting her leg. He’d thought about fucking her like this the first night he spooned behind her. Emmet lifted her leg gently and entered her from behind, kissing her neck and shoulders as he drove into her.

  “Emmet, you’re so good….oh my God,” Anita cried out as Emmet shifted into overdrive, his loins slapping against her ass.

  Emmet did her doggie style, cowgirl style and then sat up, wrapping his arms around her, locking his mouth to hers and fucking her face to face, slowly and sensuously, feeling her quaking in his arms as he fell to her neck, pulling her back and forth into his stroke, his hands gentle as he worked her body. His body.

  Anita was completely turned out by Emmet this go-round, reduced to babbling at one point, when he pushed her head down into the pillow, gripped her waist and went deep doggie. Now he was tender, loving…easy as he brought her and himself to a beautiful, emotional climax, whispering “I love you” over and over as he released inside her, kissing her tenderly between the words, caressing her gently. He continued to do so long after he deflated inside her.

  Finally, he rolled to the side with her, their bodies still entwined as they lay together, Emmet’s brown eyes looking into Anita’s. He gently brushed her damp, tangled hair away from her face.

  “I mean what I say when I tell you I love you,” he said to her softly

  Happy, tired and moved, Anita simply said, “I know, Emmet. I know,” and kissed him.

  Epilogue

  Emmet’s and Anita’s relationship spread throughout the office via the associates. Several tried to question Emmet about his “personal” dealings with the brunette, but Emmet would simply say Anita was a nice girl and leave it at that. Emmet wasn’t the type of guy to fuck and tell.