“Even though she did kind of walk in on my vacation, I am really sad to see her go,” she said in a low voice as they walked out of the terminal.
“Come on, let’s get you something to make you feel better,” he said in a low voice. She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.
“Ice cream?” she asked.
“Ice cream sounds good,” he laughed opening the door for her.
“And maybe just stay in today. No visits, no nothing,” she said when he climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Whatever you want babe,” he said as he revved the engine to life. He looked at her and sighed before pulling out of the parking lot. He knew that she was having a hard time readjusting but he had something in mind that would cheer her up later.
After taking Emily to the airport, Erica was right not to want to do anything. If he didn’t know better, Daniel would have thought that she had been traumatized or something. It was only then that he realized what a great bond Erica had with her sister even though they were constantly fighting when they were together. It dawned on him that he was actually the same way with his sister. He came to the conclusion that he thought Erica’s and Emily’s bond was tighter because he was on the outside looking in.
“Maybe people think the same when they see me and Mel,” he thought as he drove her back. When they got back to the hotel, he took her hand in his and led her to the restaurant.
“Daniel, I said I just wanted to stay in…” she started before he shook his head.
“And do what? Wallow?” he asked as he looked at her.
“I don’t know what you want baby. All I know is I just want to stay in bed and maybe watch a movie,” she sighed. Daniel held her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers.
“I’m here and I promised your bossy sister I would take care of you. So now, we are going to go have something to eat and then maybe you and I can do something later that does not involve being sad. Maybe check out a club or something,” he said as he looked at her. She forced out a smile and shrugged. “Trust me, I’ll make it worth your while,” he said before he kissed her cheek softly. She smiled and followed him to a table. She couldn’t help looking into his eyes as they sat down.
“What are you up to, Reese?” she asked as he moved closer to her in the booth. He shrugged and flashed her that heartwarming smile.
“What I can’t just look at you and smile?” he asked as a waiter walked up to their table. “What do you think? Adventurous or safe?” he asked as he looked at the menu.
“What the heck, let’s go adventurous,” she shrugged with a small giggle. Daniel smiled at her and then pointed to something on the menu. “And a glass of wine please,” he added with a smile. He held her hand and drew little circles on the back of her hand with his thumb.
“You know, I have to admit. I love the fact that you are wearing a dress,” he said in a whisper. “This dress,” he added as he slid even closer and placed a hand on her thigh. He leaned in and kissed her softly leaving her longing for more. The brief touch of his lips against hers made her want more. She looked around nervously and let her hand slip under the table. He felt a shiver go through his body when her hand brushed against his crotch. She could feel his hardness against his crotch.
They suddenly got lost in each other as if the entire restaurant did not exist because the next thing was her slow movement up and down his crotch. She longed to feel his mouth on hers. He leaned in and kissed her softly as she rubbed his cock making her moan into her mouth. He pulled away and looked into her eyes. At this rate, they would be booked for being indecent. She pulled her hand away from his crotch and he put his hand back on the table wondering why he had not caressed her when he had a chance. She looked at him and felt herself blushing when she saw the waiter coming back with their order. She didn’t even know what he had ordered for them but the aroma was tantalizing. Whatever it was, she was ready to dig in.
“I hope you are going to love the pilaf prepared Greek style,” he said as he took a hot towel from the waiter.
“Wait, I thought pilaf was something from the Middle East or India,” Erica said, cleaning her hands.
“It is. But the Greeks have a way of sprucing it up. They serve it up with chicken kabobs perfectly marinated, juicy and spicy…and that salad you like,” Daniel said with a smile. “You will love it.”
“Oh, I know I will,” she said as the waiter poured her a glass of chilled white wine. “Oh holy Ramsey!” she said in a loud whisper after she bit into a piece of chicken. It was like heaven on spicy steroids. “I am almost sad that I actually wanted to choose a movie over this,” she said as she took a bite of her rice. “And their feta cheese is so…perfect,” she said in between bites. Daniel couldn’t help but smile as he watched her. This was the most perfect dinner she had ever had to date. The two were excited as they ate and they were having a hard time keeping their hands to themselves. So when she finally felt his hand on her knee, she sighed in relief and slightly parted her knees giving him more access. She was happy they got a booth rather than the usual table because she was sure everyone could see what was going on under the table. Her prayers were finally answered when the restaurant lights were dimmed to switch the establishment to the evening theme.
And that was just what Daniel needed. He held her neck and kissed her deeply, he just couldn’t help it. And the more he tried stopping, the more tongue he gave her. He was insatiable.
He caressed her smooth thighs lovingly as she pursed her lips together to ensure she did not moan out loud. He ran his hand from her knee and worked it up her dress making her pussy get increasingly wet. She wanted to tell him to stop just so she could ensure he would have his way with her back in the suite but somehow the words just never made it out of her mouth. All she knew was that when her lips parted to talk, she just ended up moaning softly. She pulled him against her and kissed him deeply. Daniel took this as a sign to go further and pushed his hand further up her dress and pulled her panties aside.
She threw her head back and her eyes rolled to the back of her head when she felt him push a finger into her wetness. She shivered when he began running his finger up and down her slit. It was almost too much for her and were it not for the way he was kissing her, she was sure that everyone in the restaurant would have heard her as she moaned out loud. He pulled away from her and looked around.
“I want to do more to you,” he whispered.
“Should…should we leave?” she asked in a whisper. Even in the darkness, she could see his smile. She gasped in surprise when he got under the table and pulled her panties completely off. She tried looking as normal as she could as she felt him spreading her legs. She was shivering all over as he began fingering her hard and long. It felt so good to have him touch her, to have him do what he was doing. She took a long sip of her wine trying to mask her obvious emotion. She longed to hold his head against hers and kiss him deeply as she begged for more. She had her eyes closed when the waiter walked up to where she was.
“Madam, is everything to your liking?” he asked making her open her eyes. She smiled uncomfortably and nodded.
“Everything is fine. Thank you,” she said and then pursed her lips together when he looked at her. “My friend will be right back so if we could please just have the check…” she paused when she felt him pushing two fingers into her already dripping pussy. “Just charge it to the room actually,” she said almost breathlessly. The waiter smiled and nodded.
“Of course, madam,” he said before he walked away.
“Daniel…we need to leave. Now!” she said as he pulled his fingers out of her.
“Are we clear,” Daniel asked as he peeked at her. She nodded and shifted her weight as he pulled himself up. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked off her juices. He took her hand and led her out of the restaurant. It was not until they were in the elevator that she realized she didn’t have any panties on.
“My panties…” she started.
; “In my pocket,” he said without looking at her. “You know what, I can’t wait this long,” he said as he pulled the emergency stop on the elevator. He pressed her against the wall and lifted her leg up to give him access to her perfectly wet pussy. He was moaning into her mouth, and caressing his tongue against hers as he pushed his finger in and out of her. He loved how wet and tight she was. He pulled away from her and looked at her face. He loved the way her face was grimaced in pleasure. It was the same thing he had wanted to see ten minutes earlier when he was fingering her under the table. She held a handful of hair and nibbled on his neck.
“I want to make you cum, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “You want me to make you cum?” he asked in a teasing voice. She nodded and kissed him deeply. “Say it,” he said when he pulled back.
“I want you to make me cum baby,” she said in a gasp as he began rubbing her clit using his thumb. He added a second finger inside her making her throw her head back. At this moment, he was now fucking her as hard as he could, wishing that he was balls deep inside her. She tightened her grip around his shoulders and squeezed her legs around his hand. Her eyes were closed tight as she felt her orgasm build up in her. He began nibbling on her neck as he fingered her harder and deeper until she couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m going to…I’m going to cum baby…slow down…” she moaned quietly but he was not going to give in to her pleas. He was fucking her harder and deeper as her orgasm engulfed his fingers. He felt his cock twitch when her hot fluids slipped out onto his hand. He pulled away from her and looked at her. She was still shaking. He let her leg slowly fall back to the ground as she took his hand in hers and raised it to her mouth. She licked herself off his fingers and he pressed a button resuming the elevator mechanism. They both knew that the elevator would smell of sex but they didn’t really care. Erica was exhausted as they walked to their suite but something at the back of her mind made her realize that she was definitely going to get a mind blowing fuck…or give one.
Chapter 2
When Emily finally landed at home, she was exhausted but somehow she still had that spring in her step. It could have very well been because of the shopping spree she had gone on during her layover in Paris. She couldn’t wait to get home and just put them all on. She and her sister still had the crazy teenage new clothes binge. She felt strands of her hair caressing the back of her neck making her realize that somewhere between the plane and the customs desk, her hairclip had fallen off. She raked her fingers through her hair and held it back in a ponytail securing it all in a bun. But it was still not good enough. She raked her fingers through her hair again and quickly braided it. She tucked the braid in ensuring that it was well secured before she moved on in the queue. She was just about to get her passport stamped when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“Emily?” she heard a male voice that made her turn around.
“Yeah?” she asked turning around but as soon as she saw who had just called her name, she regretted ever being there. She was standing face to face with her sister’s ex. The same man who had given her sister so much grief. “Eli,” she said under her breath as she turned around. She stepped up to the customs agent and handed him her passport.
“Hey, Em,” he said standing behind her. “You look…good,” he said in a low voice. She turned around and forced out a cynical laugh.
“I know,” she said as she took her passport back from the agent. She was feeling a bit riled up as she walked to the baggage claim area. She was not sure what she was supposed to do. Given a choice, she knew that her sister would have probably advised her to stand down and she was struggling to keep her cool as she looked at the moving luggage but Eli was still following her.
“Hey Emily….Em…Emily please. I just want to talk to you,” Eli pleaded as he followed her. Emily rolled her eyes. She unknowingly clenched her fist around the strap of her bag and began counting down. But he was still talking. “Emily,” Eli said as he touched her shoulder again. She turned around and looked at him.
“I really have to look at this so I can see my damn bags when they get here,” she said. “What the hell do you want?” she asked trying hard not to talk back. He looked at her and took a deep long breath.
“I just wanted to apologize,” he said in a soft voice.
“You are apologizing to the wrong twin, asshole,” she said shaking her head.
Eli laughed uncomfortably.
“Wow, that’s harsh,” he said in a whisper.
She rolled her eyes at him and shook her head.
“Harsh would be getting your balls under the wheel of my car and driving back and forth until they look like hash browns and then just for the fun of it, cut them off and force them down your bloody throat,” she said in a low voice before she turned around just in time to grab two of her bags from the luggage belt. She loaded them onto a trolley while Eli was looking at her obviously trying to find the right words to say in this situation. He looked at her and sighed.
“Listen, obviously you have some kind of anger towards me and I don’t blame you. I would too. But I would really like a chance to explain myself,” he said.
Emily shook her head and began walking out of the area.
“If only I had a gun right now,” she thought as she made her way out.
“Emily please,” Eli was now walking up to her, pushing his own trolley as he went on.
“I have nothing to say to you Eli and I swear if you keep on bothering me, I will become homicidal,” she said without turning around.
“Em…” Eli said as he abandoned his trolley and walked round to stop in front of hers. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Please. Just let me have twenty minutes.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Too long.”
“Okay…fifteen?”
“Ten. I’m jet lagged and tired. I just had a bloody thirteen hour…” her voice trailed off as she looked at her watch. “Fourteen hour flight,” she said. He nodded graciously and walked back to his trolley.
“Good enough. Coffee?” he asked as he pushed his trolley to where she was.
“Not good enough,” she said as she made her way out to one of the airport cafes. She walked right to a table in the middle of the café and sat down. “I’ll have a latte and a slice of red velvet please,” she said when a waiter walked up to their table.
“And you sir?” he asked.
“Just a macchiato for me,” Eli said. He looked at Emily who had her arms crossed on her chest as the waiter walked away. “I know this is weird for you…” he started. Again, Emily forced out a cynical laugh.
“What the hell is going through that stupid head of yours? Weird is when you walk in on your best friend having sex in your bed. This,” she said pointing to him and then back to herself. “This is just plain crazy,” she added matter of factly.
Eli looked at her and nodded. “Okay. I probably deserve that.”
“Probably? Try most definitely,” she said. She looked at him and rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time. “Why am I here, Eli? And answer knowing that the homicidal thoughts I was talking about earlier, are almost in full swing right now,” she added.
“Clearly you are not the same wonderfully friendly person I once knew,” he said. She shrugged as the waiter came back with their order. She looked up at the waiter and smiled in gratitude. Eli was surprised that the same person who had talked about homicide just minutes earlier was actually capable of smiling. The smile faded almost as immediately as it had appeared when the waiter walked away. She took a sip of her latte and then took a bite of her cake. Eli couldn’t help but wonder if she was thinking of using the fork she had in her hand as a weapon. “I know that you probably don’t want to hear anything I have to say but the truth is that I have to make things right with your sister and this is the only way I know how,” he started. Emily was staring daggers at him as she took another bite. “You know, the whole thing that went down with me and Erica…” he started before she put her hand up.
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br /> “You mean the cheating? Is that what you are going on about?”
“You don’t have to put it so bluntly,” he said in a low voice as he looked around to make sure no one had heard her.
“Well, that’s what happened, right? You just decided to go out and fuck someone else who wasn’t your girlfriend. My sister!” she was now talking in a hushed whisper. She wanted nothing more than to throw her scalding hot latte at his face.
“Emily I am really sorry but you have to understand one thing, I never, ever meant to hurt Erica, or you,” he said as he looked at her. “I never wanted to have an affair…”
“And yet you did,” Emily was now sipping on her latte as she looked at him over the rim of her cup. She put her cup down and shrugged. “I honestly don’t know what the hell we are doing here, Eli. And as soon as I am done with this delicious fresh cream red velvet slice, so are we,” she added as she took another bite. He looked at her and took a long deep breath.
“I need to see her. I need to talk to Erica, Em,” Eli said and Emily laughed. It was a long cynical laugh that almost seemed unreal. Eli looked at her as she leaned back in her chair and shook her head.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me, right?” she asked as she looked at him.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“And you are still asking these idiotic questions,” she said as she shook her head. “Listen, jackass. When you hooked up with my sister, I thought, great. She found someone who is just wonderful but then you had to go out and be like the next guy in a bad Tyler Perry movie. And honestly, it took all of me not to march over to your place and shoot you right between the eyes but right now, this thing you are trying to do is definitely going to be the end of me because so help me God, Eli, I will kill you if you so much as say her name one more fucking time,” she said before she took another bite of her cake.
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