by Pamela Ann
She made a small laugh before rolling her eyes at me. “Uh, now you’re just driving me nuts!” she complained, holding her hand out for me to grab onto.
I took her by surprise when I decided to pull her down with me, she let out a loud squeal and I started to tickle her to death. Bubble after bubble of happiness made me feel light-headed, dizzy. Rolling her onto her back, against the ground while I was atop her, we gazed at each other, faces inches apart before I spoke with delirious joy, “I love you, Emma, and I promise to be loyal to you and you alone. I will give my all to make you happy.”
She reached out and linked her arms around my neck, looking at me anew. Her gaze loving, caressing, before she whispered, “I love you, too, Carter Mason.”
Emma said the words. I could jump for joy and howl into the night. I would’ve, but I didn’t want to untangle myself off my woman. “Thank the fucking gods! ‘Cause if you didn’t, I wasn’t going to let you leave the cabin until you told me that you did.”
She merely laughed at me before guiding my head to meet hers. Our lips finally touched, slowly kissing, before it got intense and went all out passionate.
My Emma.
For days, I was hungry for her, but now, I was past annihilation. I was out to conquer this indecisive woman, who was moaning her surrender to me. My hand possessively captured the side of her cheek as I voraciously fed my appetite with hot, lingering kisses. With my hard body on top of hers, my hand reached inside of her sweater, pushing the bra aside to caress her breasts and pinch her nipple.
Her immediate reaction made me go crazy. I loved her, but I also loved how responsive she was with my lovemaking. “Emma… I love how you come apart in my arms.”
Hastily, I took care of her leggings, not caring that were out in the woods, not caring that someone could see us. All that mattered right now was Emma and me, making this beautiful thing blossom, needing to seal our love with our bodies. Praising each other. Pleasing one another. Cherishing this new union we had.
The chilly night didn’t hinder our urgent need to be together, the need to sink into her wetness and lose myself in her was all I could think about. Her thong was flung in the air while Emma watched me take my shorts off with no shyness or inhibition. I was naked, looking down on her with the moonlight as my backdrop while I burned my gaze into her.
The smell of the earth and the eerie stilled silence released something savage in me. Without another word, I annihilated her lips, spreading her legs to the farthest they could go before I harshly plunged into her with one hard thrust. Emma gasped as my huge cock filled her, hot and demanding, while I closed my eyes and throbbed inside her womb, loving the feel of her walls squeezing my dick; hard, ready and willing to milk it to the very last drop.
“You’re worth the wait, Emma.” I punctuated each word with a rough thrust, inching more into her, possessing her with all that I was. The heat inside her channel intensified, the slickness abundant as I started to pound her tightness.
“Give me more, Carter. Give it to me harder,” she rasped out. In lust and out of her mind, she was only focusing on what my cock was doing to her and how much pleasure it was giving her. I was going to shower her with that since my stamina had been reawakened by the owner of my heart.
Her left hand roughly cupped my ass cheek, pushing and pressing it against her, giving me all the access I needed–stretching and filling her to capacity. “Your nice little pussy is fucking heaven, baby,” I gritted out, losing myself inside her fantastic womanhood. Emma held tight to my ass, keeping it in place, while I continued to shove it deeper.
We panted and mated like we were dying and couldn’t live without each other. Holding her hips, my manhood still jammed inside her, I shifted us to a sitting position with her on top. Emma purred, throwing her head back when her pussy slowly sunk onto my cock. Linking her arms around my neck, kissing me as she slowly found ground, she rode me hard, with urgency and greed.
“Take everything that you want from me, baby. Ride me harder—give me your all. Give me that nice, juicy pussy, again and again. I want it to eat my cock whole. Ride me harder, baby,” I panted out, groaning when she became frenzied and rode me the way I wanted her to ride me, clutching at my shoulders while I could feel her gripping my shaft until the blood flow stopped, releasing it from the death grip and doing it over and over again until her release finally unleashed through her with a whiplash. My lips sought her neck, bit into it, synchronizing with her orgasm, shattering her into pieces.
“Carter!” Emma choked out, shaking and whimpering, while I fucked her harder, seeking my own release.
She moaned my name as I took charge of my hips and lifted her, up and down, sliding in and out of her with my hard length as I prepared for my own release. “FUCK, BABY! You’re the best fuck!” I passionately grunted out before my engorged head expanded and released rope after rope of white-hot cum into her.
That was definitely worth the wait. No woman could make me lose it this way, I thought as I looked into Emma’s eyes, swelling with love before I planted sweet kisses around her face. “I love you, Emma.”
We kissed, my cock still hard and ready for another round, but I didn’t want to push her. For now, I was just happy to kiss her.
“This is crazy. I can’t believe we did this out here.” She grinned, rocking her hips on my shaft, teasing me.
“Sorry—I couldn’t control myself. I was dying and needed to have you as soon as possible. There’s no one else but you, Emma,” I uttered with sincerity, stroking her flushed cheek. “Thank you for giving me this chance again, Em. I will make you very happy.”
She smiled, kissing me again, riding me unhurriedly.
“You’re still on the pill, right?” I inquired in between kisses.
She raised a brow in question. “Yeah, why?”
Like she didn’t know me, smiling wickedly before devouring her with my kiss. “Tonight’s going to be a long night. I’m going to make love to you over and over again until the sun comes up.”
“A stud’s promise?” she cheekily asked as I gave her a wink, teasing her with a few promising thrusts before lifting her off me.
She complained, wanting to go for another, but I wanted to take her on the bed, not here. “It’s only the beginning, you’ll see,” I said as we got dressed and then strolled back to the cabin to join the crowd.
Heart To Heart
“There you guys are!” Amanda announced in front of everyone. “Where have you been, Carter? I’ve been looking all over for you.” She pouted as she traced the outline of my neckline.
I was about to smack her hand away, but surprise caught me when my baby did it herself. Even better, I thought with satisfaction.
“Are you blind, Amanda?” Emma asked the relentless bitch, ready to fight for her man.
I loved how possessive she was. So even though the urge to push Amanda off was appealing, I admit, watching Emma go crazy and territorial was hot and a mad turn on. She loved me, I knew, but it was different when you see it all in action. Men, we’re more of a ‘show us’ instead of ‘telling us’.
“Hello? Of course not. I can’t be this hot and be blind, duh? Why do you like this boring, so-so, plain woman, Carter? She’s just plain, like vanilla. Uh, who likes vanilla, anyway? No one!” The bitch smirked at Emma.
“Yeah, I am boring compared to you, so what? Carter wants the vanilla me and not your flavorful swirls. Get over it.”
Something flashed in Amanda’s eyes. She was in full catty mode. “He likes my swirls. Trust me–Carter Mason loves swirls.” Amanda looked at me through her lashes as she stuck her tongue out and traced her lips.
Shit, fucking bitch was going to get me in trouble. Hell no! “That’s enough from you, Amanda. Emma and I are back together now and I’m not interested. Stop following me around and find someone else to sink your claws into.”
Amanda huffed and spoke before she walked off, “You’re going to miss me, Carter. I can’t wait ‘til you come knoc
king on my door.”
Delusional woman, I thought with hate. “Let’s go back to our room,” I urged when Emma became all silent, making me all paranoid again.
Once inside the confines of our bedroom, I strolled towards the bay windows and looked out at the glittery lake. We had to get this out before we move forward. I just hoped that Emma wouldn’t be mad at me.
“She gave me head, once. Well, I guess half a head since I didn’t let her finish. It was that same night you went off on a date with Bass Cole when I caught you guys at the apartment.” The other night, didn’t really count because I didn’t let her do it, while the first time in her house, I was almost thrusting my hips into her mouth.
“Did you do anything else with her? Or with anyone else, for that matter?” she asked, voice slightly shaky.
I shook my head. “No, I wanted to. I mean, I tried to, but I couldn’t get you out of my head, Em.”
“Good to know.” She smiled, walking towards the bed and sat down.
The question I had, I wasn’t sure how to handle the answer, but I pushed through because I wanted this second chance with my girl. Joining her on the bed, I rushed out, “Did you have sex with Bass? Did you kiss him?”
“No, we didn’t go that far. He kissed my neck, though, if you must know.”
Thank you. Pulling her onto my lap, I kissed her then decided to double check again. “Are you telling me the truth? You really didn’t have sex with him? ‘Cause everyone was saying you did and that magazine insinuated you did.”
“No, nothing happened. We just hung out and talked a lot. Bass is a great guy. He was respectful and treated me with the utmost care.”
That was music to my ears. “Good, because if he didn’t, I would have just loved to knock that arrogant son of a bitch out.”
Emma gently smacked my shoulder. “Oh, shut up, Carter! You’re not punching anyone.”
“Don’t you doubt it because I will hurt anyone that tries to hurt you, Emma.”
I was gazing down on her, shining with love before she looked up with all seriousness on her face. “There’s only one thing I ask of you... don’t hurt me, Carter.”
Never, I vowed, sealing it with a kiss. “Not going to happen. Why don’t we go downstairs and join the rest of our friends? We’re leaving tomorrow after all.”
Emma declined, shaking her head. “You go right ahead. I want to shower and catch up on some reading.”
Whoa, she was amazing. “You’re sure? I can stay with you, if you want.”
She pinched my cheek, delighted. “I am sure. Soccer just ended and you guys had a tremendous season. You need to party with your team.”
“You’re the best, Em! I’ll be back in a couple hours.” I stood up and pulled her phone out of my pocket. “Here. I don’t need to hold your phone hostage to get your attention. I love you.” I then kissed her and headed towards the door.
I halted when Emma called out when I was almost out the door. “You better be on your best behavior, Carter Mason, because the minute you touch another woman, you’ll be dead to me.”
“Never, my love.” I blew her a kiss and swiftly closed the door behind me.
Hold On, What Did You Just Say?
After learning that she was going to meet Bass tonight, earlier this afternoon, I wasn’t all happy about it. Deep down, I knew she needed to end her connection with him because, whether I liked it or not, Emma went out with him and built a relationship. She chose me over him, that was proof enough. Reluctantly, I let her see him.
I was overjoyed when I got a call from her a couple hours later.
“Carter, hey,” Emma greeted me, a little breathy.
“Are you on your way home, babe? Is it going to be my place or yours tonight?” I happily asked, conjuring up stuff to do once she came back.
“I’m driving to see my parents tonight. My aunt is visiting and I want to visit with her and my baby cousin,” Emma countered, squashing my hopes to see her tonight.
Well, there’s always tomorrow, I guess. “Oh. Sure, no prob. I want to take you out to dinner.”
“Yeah, that would be nice. I’ll see you tomorrow, Carter.”
I was baffled when she started using my name in a formal tone, but I let it slide because she was probably just stressed out. “Love you, Emma.”
“Yeah, me, too,” she murmured, before cutting the call.
Guess it was just me tonight. I sighed, leaving my room I strode inside the kitchen, looking for a takeout menu. Chinese, I could do with some pig-out food tonight.
Are The Bumps Over Yet?
I woke the next day with a text from Emma, thinking it odd as I read it with sleepy eyes.
Emma: Hey. I just got back in town. Can you come over?
Of course I can, why even ask? I sleepily mused, typing my reply as I let out another yawn.
Me: Be there soon, babe.
Twenty minutes later, fresh out of shower, I left for her dorm. I didn’t even bother knocking since I already had a key and she was already expecting me. Inside their place, I strolled towards her bedroom and made an effort to knock this time before opening the door.
“Em?”
“I’m in here,” she called out from on top of her bed with a smile that seemed like it took a lot of effort.
Striding immediately towards her, I was grinning mad. “I missed you!”
That instant, high of seeing her, inevitably rocketed down so quickly the second she opened her mouth again.
“I need to tell you something important,” she started cautiously, eyeing me, observing my reaction.
Aw, hell. Nothing came out good with sentences that started like that. Worried was putting it mildly, but I was hanging on for dear life while I tried to figure out the devastation she was going to reveal to me. “What’s it about?” I whispered, staring at her, apprehensive.
She licked her lips, looking like a broken girl before me. “Something happened with Bass last night...” she started and I lurched to my feet the second those words had barely left her lips and started pacing around her room.
No, not my Emma. Was it possible that she’d sleep with Bass after we just got back together? Could she inflict this kind of pain on me? Was she even capable?
“Define ‘happened’ Emma? You had sex with him, is that it?” she needed to emphasize shit, before I lose my bearings here and drive to LA to kill that cocky fucker.
“No. I stayed with him last night, nothing really happened except his hand lingering a bit longer on certain areas.” The way her voice trembled when she said “certain areas” only left a few choices; ass, pussy and breasts, which was it? Fucking shit, man. This was bad. My head pounded along with my heart, making me stop pacing and sat back down again. I couldn’t even mask the hurt in me. It was just too much. I felt like Emma had gutted me with a blunt knife.
“Bass didn’t fuck you?”
She looked down, shaking her head. “No, it wasn’t like that,” she murmured, not meeting my eyes.
Okay, this was at least good news, but what the fuck really happened? I screamed in my head. Oral? What? Running both of my hands through my hair, I tightly gripped the strands, wanting to feel pain.
“I’m hurt that you lied about going to sleep at your parent’s house, Em. How could you do this? We just barely got back together.”
Emma looked so confused, wondering herself about what was going on. “Maybe it’s because we got back together too quickly? Maybe I didn’t see it coming and I’m still trying to place my feelings in order? I met Bass right after you. I got to spend time with him, Carter. Somehow, someway, he got through to me.”
This was not something I wanted to hear. Emotional ties were a bitch to cut and Emma had that with Bass, without the sex. Not a fucking good sign.
I groaned, trying to figure things out in my head and at the same time, seeking the strength to act cool. Bass got through to her. What the hell did that mean? That she decided to be with him instead? The thought turned me cold, killin
g me outright.
“So, you’re back with him? You wanted me to drop by today because you’re breaking it off? I can’t believe this!”
“I’m not with Bass. Last night was a one-time thing. I don’t think I will be hearing from him again.”
She was talking while I dropped on my back against the mattress, hands covering my face, praying to calm my ass down. I was hurting. I wasn’t expecting this when I woke up, smiling that I got a text from her.
Emma reached out, her soft caress made me shiver, breaking me. “Carter, I didn’t mean to lead you on or anything. I meant it when I said I loved you. It’s just that, I’m as confused as ever. I didn’t mean for us to end this way. I honestly didn’t.”
I huffed out a lungful of air and sat up, looking directly at her, somehow understanding her dilemma. It was my fault that Emma and I started the way we did. I suppose, it was normal for a woman to become attached to the guy they spent a lot of time hanging out with. We got back together less than two days ago, being confused was expected.
“I don’t want to break up with you, Em. I hate what you did, but I don’t think I can survive without you again. I had a taste of that and I sure as hell don’t want you to go back to that man. Take as much time as you need to figure things out in your head, I’ll still want to be with you. I love you and as badly as I want to think that you’re perfect, you’re human and, by nature, you’re going to make mistakes.”
“You still want me after what I did?” Emma stared at me, flabbergasted.
Hell, I was proud of myself for acting like a reasonable man. It wasn’t easy. It all really boiled down to whether I wanted to be with her or not. It wasn’t even a question, it was a given on my part.
“I love you, Em,” I croaked, softly touching the side of her face. “We’ll be okay. We’re just hitting some rough patches because I totally messed up before by not taking my time with you. We started out with sex and nothing more because it was what I could offer then, but now that we’ve cleared that up, we can start anew.”