by Karen Ferry
“I don’t tell lies, Emma. I never do,” he answers, and the flush is back in his cheeks, and I lean forward to place my hand on his forehead once again. He lets me do it, keeping his silence, and as hard as I try, I can’t tear my eyes from his once more. Vaguely, I notice that he doesn’t feel as hot as before he fell asleep, but he’s still too warm for me to believe that he’s completely fever-free.
The air becomes electric as we stay like this, locked in each other’s gaze, and as if in slow motion, I move my arm away from his fevered head and turn my hand so that my palm rests on his cheek. His eyelids flutter closed, and he leans into my hand, sighing deeply. My thumb caress the stubble, absorbed in the texture as if I’m in a trance of some sort.
“I need to get you some water,” I murmur distractedly, because I really should.
“In a minute,” he whispers, and nuzzles closer, as if he were a cat or a dog who wants to cuddle. “This is too nice . . . I can’t move yet.”
“Okay,” I whisper back, and my eyes linger on his lips. Suzy’s words from earlier in the week come to mind . . . What would it feel like to kiss those lips of his? Will I feel repulsed like all the other times guys have attempted to do that?
Shit, I hope no . . . .because I want to run my tongue across them so much right now that it physically pains me to hold back.
However, that is just what I do. I retreat like the coward I am, slowly removing my hand from his cheek, and, as he feels the loss of it, he opens his eyes immediately. I move to stand up, but he grabs my hand, preventing me to leave his side and the strength in his grip causes my body to tense up automatically.
“Emma . . . ,” he says softly, and the way he says my name -- so tenderly, so reverently -- cracks my heart open wider and the ache in my body intensifies. “Don’t pull away from me,” he continues on a whisper. The plea in his voice is evident, but, somehow, I can’t do as he asks me to. My fight or flight instincts kick in, and I tug my hand from his and stand.
Backing away, I murmur a feeble “I’m sorry,” and I hurry to the kitchen to fetch the thermometer. Leaning heavily on the kitchen counter, my outstretched arms feel shaky and weak, and I let out the huge breath I’ve unknowingly held in since leaving Daniel in my bed. Angry at myself, I shut my eyes tightly, willing my body to just run back to him and explain why I can’t let go.
But how do I do that when I don’t even know why that is?
I release the tight hold on the counter and take a step away. Realising that I need to get back to Daniel, I grab a new glass, fill it with water, and take that, along with the thermometer, and begin to walk out of the kitchen. I lean my head back to stare aimlessly at the ceiling for a few seconds when the devil takes over me, and the seeds of a delicious idea take root in my mind.
Maybe I don’t need to let go completely . . . ? Maybe, just maybe . . . .there’s a way for me to keep my body happy without having to relinquish the tight control I have on my emotions?
Feeling the beginnings of a devious smile to form on my lips, I take a few deep breaths in order to psych myself up for what I’m about to do. When I feel confident that I can pull this off, I straighten my back, and I turn to walk back into my bedroom.
Here goes nothing . . .
Chapter 26
Emma is, without a doubt, the most infuriating woman I have ever met.
If my legs didn’t feel like jelly right now, I’d toss the sheets aside, march out in the kitchen and just grab her. However, some small and powerful voice inside me still wants for her to make the first move.
I must be a masochist. My cock thinks so at least.
Feeling the ache for release in my cock -- because even in this sorry state I’m in, it quite clearly still believes it’s ready to play -- I bundle the duvet around me quickly so that Emma won’t notice the bulge in my boxers when she comes back.
It’s been a difficult week in many ways. Spending time with her every day, getting to know her better, and definitely becoming turned on whenever she’s been close to me -- but without having the balls to do anything about it -- has made me cover the bulge in my pants so as not to reveal the effect she has on me when I’ve left her flat. I’ve definitely been showering a lot more than usual. What can I say? My cock needs release more than once each day.
My head is hurting like a bitch right now, and I lie back down on my -- well, Emma’s -- pillow on a heavy sigh. The first time I’m in Emma’s bed is not exactly going according to plan.
See, the plan was to go shopping for clothes -- and I have to admit I’m not too sorry about missing out on that -- followed by me persuading her to go back to my place so that I could cook her a proper meal for once, and then . . . Okay, I hadn’t planned that far ahead, to tell the truth. But now those plans will have to be set aside for another day.
But, fuck . . . those lips of hers . . . what I wouldn’t give to have them on mine right about now . . . to taste, lick, and bite them and crush her soft body on top of mine, pressing her pussy into my cock.
Groaning, I place my right arm across my eyes, but it’s no good; the hardness in my cock just won’t settle down, and I clench my hand in a tight fist.
“Okay, Daniel, here’s the thing,” Emma says, and I move my arm from my eyes to take her in. She looks . . . determined? And a bit scary, actually, with the way her hands are firmly planted on her hips as she stands next to the bed, looking down at me. Glancing at the bedside table, I notice the fresh glass of water. How the heck did that get there? My eyebrows raised, I reach out for it and swallow down every drop, almost forgetting a certain female waiting for me to pay attention to her once more. I can’t see her properly without wearing my glasses, though, so I hurry to put them on, finally giving her my undivided attention.
Head held high, she looks me straight in the eyes and says, “I like you . . . and it’s clear we’re very attracted to each other, am I right?”
Not seeing where she’s headed with this, I simply nod.
“You’re hot in that preppy, geeky kind of way many women appreciate, and I think you already are aware of the fact that you’re not my usual type, correct?”
Gritting my teeth at her words, and close to getting pissed at her, I grunt. “Correct.”
She nods, turns her head slightly to the side, revealing her long neck that I, right now, just want to take a bite out of.
“Despite that, I have an idea that I think will work splendidly for both of us,” she says cryptically, and I wait for her to go on. She keeps silent, though, and I motion with my hand for to get on with it, tired and cranky as hell right now.
“Okay, what’s this idea of yours?” I ask her, and I watch as she moves to release the hair band and let her long curls run free down her back.
“I have a proposition for you,” Emma says as she backs away from me, and she begins to tug her top from the waistband of her jeans.
What . . . the . . . hell?
Feeling slightly panicked my cock will weep with frustration if she doesn’t stop what I think she’s doing, I rise up on my elbows and ask her sharply, “What are you doing, Emma?”
“My idea,” she says in a low voice, “involves you, and me, and getting to know each other in the biblical sense -- without any kissing on the lips, mind you -- and without having actual sex, Daniel.” And off is her top, leaving her in a very low-cut, very sexy blue bra, and my cock throbs.
Swallowing hard, I say hoarsely, “Why?”
“Because I’m horny as hell, and I fancy you,” she replies quickly and starts to unbutton her jeans.
Fuck, that’s hot.
“And . . . ” She hesitates, and I can’t move my eyes from her hands on the last button, but when she doesn’t unfasten it, I manage to tear my gaze away and look into hers. Seemingly satisfied with me, she nods once and smiles. “And I don’t want to take advantage of you, so that’s why I won’t be your first shag, either. But you told me not that long ago that you wanted me to help you become more . . . well, relaxed around girl
s, remember?”
Still unable to form proper words, I nod again, certain I’m drooling.
“So I thought that if I show you how to pleasure a woman’s body, that might help . . . as well as keeping my pussy happy.” Shit, I love that she doesn’t mind talking dirty.
Based on the way she smiles at me just now, I can only imagine what I must look like.
Like it’s my birthday and Christmas and that I won the lottery all on the same day, probably.
“Am I hallucinating?” I ask her. Please, for the love of all things holy, don’t let that be, I beg to the powers to be, and she chuckles.
“Most definitely not,” she tells me, finally allowing her pants to drop, and letting me see the incredibly sexy lacy thing covering her pussy.
“I promise I’ll go easy on you today,” she says and stills. When I see the sincerity in her eyes, I know deep down to my bones that I already mean more to her than just a boy toy for her to play with. Because the way she’s looking at me right now? Yes, there’s lust in her eyes, her cheeks are flushed, and her breathing has become heavy . . . but there’s also tenderness hidden behind it all, and I’m dying to see more of that coming from her.
“Are you serious?” I ask her, not caring one bit that I sound both greedy and horny right now. This is definitely not what I had planned, but what warm-blooded male could say no to the vision standing in front of him, all able and willing to teach him how to make a girl go wild with passion?
Not me.
She licks her lips, pulling her lip ring between her teeth, and nods.
“Then I do believe we have a deal,” I say, almost growling, and her eyes widen. She likes that. Good to know.
She places a hand and knee on the bed and crawls towards me, her eyes never leaving mine. I feel as if I’m the lamb being prepared for slaughter, but I can’t say I mind that at all. As she comes closer, I tear the sheets hiding my lap away, and when she notices the big bulge in my boxers, I smirk. However, when she licks her lips and smiles secretively, the smirk leaves me and I become fascinated with the way her boobs look in that tiny bra. I love the curves on this woman, and I’m such a guy for being unable to tear my gaze away from the handful currently nearing me.
Strangely enough, I don’t feel that nervous yet . . . Emma may be about to devour me in some way, but I know this girl. If she tells me that she’ll be gentle with me, she will. Lightheaded, flushed, and massively turned on, I spread my legs further apart as she continues to crawl towards me. I pull up my knees and palm my cock, putting mild pressure on it. Sadly, I don’t think I’ll last long for this first time fooling around with a woman who’s every fantasy I’ve ever had, and then some, come alive right before me.
She stops her feline movements and sits back on her knees, her hungry gaze taking me in. Her eyes burn me, inside out, and I feel tiny pinpricks on every part of my body she shamelessly peruses. My breath speeds up, and I’m not sure of what she’ll have me do right now. Do I wait? Do I move towards her?
As if able to hear my thoughts, her gaze lifts from my lap, and she smiles gently.
“You should know, Daniel, that most women, including me, like it when the guy makes the first move, but I’ll start this time.” Her voice is low, husky, and I grip my cock more firmly in my hand. It’s almost painfully hard, and pre-come wets my boxers.
She reaches an arm behind her and removes her bra, the movement forcing me to hold my breath in until her breasts are completely visible to me. They’re pale, but covered in freckles, like the rest of her skin, and I just want to lick and kiss each and every one of them.
“Foreplay is really important,” Emma whispers, her breathing almost coming out in large puffs, and when she raises a hand to suck on her finger, a moan escapes me, and she smiles knowingly at me.
“Patience,” she whispers around the thumb in her mouth, and once it’s licked to her satisfaction, she begins to fondle her left breast, moulding and massaging it. Her fingers then circle the hard nipple and she pulls on it. I clench my fist around the sheets on her bed when she moans, as turned on as I am.
Her other hand moves towards my lap and as she lifts the waistband of my boxers, she commands, “Take these off.” I happily oblige her, doing what she wants as fast as I can. My cock springs free of its confinements, and I sigh in relief: equally hoping that her hands will pay attention to it soon, yet praying that she’ll draw out this seduction as long as humanly possible at the same time.
She licks her palm and I watch, mesmerised, as she reaches down; but instead of fisting the base of my cock like I expect her to, she takes a firm, yet gentle, grip on my balls, and I can’t hold up my head any longer.
“Look at me,” she tells me firmly, and the way she is taking control right now makes it hard to breathe. Again doing what she asks, I take in the way she looks at my balls as she emits just the right pressure on them and pull at them. Tearing my gaze away, I focus on her fingers and hand still caressing her breast, taking note of the way she does it for future reference.
“Tell me what you like,” she murmurs, and the nervousness sets in now, mingling with the anticipation of what she’ll do next.
“I . . . I don’t know,” I stammer out, slightly embarrassed at her request.
“Please . . . ?” she asks me, and there’s no hesitation in her eyes when she looks at me: only desire and, again, tenderness.
I shake my head: this is too much for me.
She relents and straightens slightly, losing her hold on my balls, before she moves even closer on her hands and knees.
“I’ll just have to play it by ear, then,” she whispers, her lips closing in until they’re a mere hairsbreadth from mine. The thought that she may kiss me after all strikes me, but, at the very last moment, she moves her head to the side and, finally, her mouth rests lightly on my skin just below my ear. The touch sears through me, and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. Applying pressure, she begins to nibble and lick her way down my neck, and it feels incredible.
“Fuck,” I groan, and she chuckles a bit.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asks me teasingly, and a breathless laugh escapes me.
“Fuck no,” I answer.
“Just checking.” She continues her sensual assault on my body, moving lower and lower until I can feel her heavy pants just above my right nipple.
“Bite it,” I blurt out, and I feel her mouth descend on it, and I hold in my breath once more. Her tongue laves my nipple before she gently bites down, and, on a heavy whoosh, I breathe out.
“Harder,” I grind out, and she doesn’t even hesitate for a second. Forcing my eyes open, I find her lying half on top of me and half on the bed, holding her body up with her left arm as she tends to my needs. Her warm breasts rest against my side, and forgetting about being nervous, I release the tight grip on her bed and begin to caress her thigh. As she presses closer to my side, I take that as confirmation that she doesn’t mind, and my hand wanders up, up, up until, at last, it rests just below her right breast.
Releasing my nipple from her teeth, she lifts her head and when I see the lust in her eyes, I become bolder, more intent on not letting her do all the work after all. Holding her gaze captured in mine, I place my hand on her breast, and I resolve to learn every contour of her body properly.
We don’t speak, only look at each other as I caress her breast, applying pressure on her nipple and repeating her motions from earlier. I shift to lie on my side, the aches and pains in my body forgotten in this very significant moment, and we’re face to face. She places her head on the pillow next to me, no doubt getting more comfortable, and the burning need to kiss her comes pretty fucking close to unman me . . . But I respect her wish . . . for now, at least.
She scoots a bit down on the bed and her hand finally -- thank fuck -- closes around my cock.
“Holy shit,” I curse loudly, a shudder coursing through my entire body, and she smiles wickedly at me.
“I know,” she says with a twi
nkle in her eyes, and we smile at each other. Because although I’m so turned on right now that I doubt it’ll take more than a couple of strokes from her hand for me to come, I relish the closeness we’re sharing.
Whatever she says, this right here? It matters. And I’ll be damned if I won’t wear her down with time.
I growl when I feel her starting to jack me off, licking my lips and watch as she does the same.
“I don’t . . . I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” I pant, my voice filled with regret, and she rests her movements right away. It almost makes me weep, losing her touch like that, and my cock agrees wholeheartedly.
“Well, we can’t have that,” she says and she lies down on her back before taking my left hand in hers, guiding my palm firmly down her body from the base of her throat, between her breasts, down across her soft belly until she stops just above her panties hiding what I’d do everything to see right about now. For a few seconds, my fingertips rest just above her slit, and I can actually feel the warmth coming from it. Still holding my hand, she presses it down on her panties, applying pressure on my index finger, and . . . at last, I know what her clit feels like.
Panting, she says, “Rub it gently for a bit,” and being the good pupil I am, I do as she says. Her clit feels hard, yet soft, and I lean closer down on the bed to watch my finger pleasuring her. I can smell her arousal, and it’s like an aphrodisiac to me. She moans more loudly, grips her panties with her hands, forcing me to stop my movements for a few seconds as she tears them off. Seeing the small, trimmed strip just above her pussy, I inhale sharply, finding it hard to breathe again, and I lift my head to glance into her eyes. They are closed, though, her mouth open, and she’s starting to make some small sounds I can only describe as whimpers.
“Slap my clit lightly,” she orders me, and I feel more pre-come leaking out of my cock. Again, I do as she asks me, and when she groans loudly, I do the same.
“Fuck, you’re gorgoeus, Em . . . So sexy . . . I love watching you like this,” I growl, and she opens her eyes.