Capture Her Heart

by Catrina Maddox

  Emily started as she heard footsteps up the path, she turned in the water towards the sound. When she saw Blake coming up the path, his hair ruffled, but he was wearing a smile of triumph on his face.

  “I'm sorry I took so long, Emily, but I want this done, so it doesn't disturb us again.” There was a tone of musculine satisfaction in his voice as he stared directly at her.

  “It's okay. I can survive without you.” Emily said, she could hear the bite in her tone that she struggled to cover up her previous thoughts still running around in her head.

  “Elza, got her settled in the end, and its all taken care of.” Blake stopped at the edge of the spa looking down at her, his towering frame going to a crouch in front of the pool.

  “Mind if I join you?” Blake toed his boots off and started to unbutton his shirt.

  “Not at all. If you want something to drink, get another glass from the kitchen,” She settled back on the spa seat that ran the distance on the back of the pool, away from where he was standing.

  “Thanks, don't mind if I do.” Blake disappeared in through the French doors.

  Emily gazed out over the front yard and down to the view of the Lake from this vantage point up on the hill, overlooking the town, the peace and quiet helping to slow her racing heart. She heard Blake return and start to slide into the pool; her gaze caught by his muscular thigh. Moving up, she realized he was naked. There was definitely no swimsuit covering up his impressive man parts.

  “You’re not wearing a swimsuit,” Emily gasped. Her eyes reverted to his cock, which was responding to her warm gaze.

  “I didn't bring one with me, and there’s something about skinny dipping that I just can't resist.”

  “I must say that I like what you're wearing, but wouldn't it be less constricting if you took it off?” Blake asked her.

  “What didn't get enough from Elza?” Emily blurted out as a warm tingle surged through her lower body at the compliment.

  “What?” Blake stopped in the middle of the spa, clearly taken aback.

  “I, umm… Nothing. Forget I said it.” Emily tried to rain in her thoughts of Elza running her hand down Blake's chest, the two of them in a spa, much like this one.

  “Why would you bring up Elza?” A puzzled expression crossed his face.

  “Well, the two of you obviously work closely together. That's all I meant.”

  Blake looked her over at her, his calm disconcerting.

  “I don't think that's all that you meant, Emily. I think you're implying that I have something going on with Elza.”

  “No, no.”Emily quickly tried to backtrack, realizing she had accused him unfairly.

  “You’re jealous of Elza,” he accused softly.

  “No,” she moved to try to protect her battle-scarred heart.

  He straightened out of the water and stepped closer to her, his naked body trapping her to the side of the pool.

  “Oh yes, as delightful as that makes me, nothing is going on with Elza. For one, Victor would have my head on a platter, and two, I don't find my aunt attractive.” He was still using the exquisitely calm voice, but she was conscious of a coiled tension in him.

  “What?” Emily found herself shouting as his words registered; she had been so distracted by his broad chest that her eyes collided with his.

  He stretched his arm out, placing the left one on the side of the pool, caging her in.

  Emily licked her lips; her nerves shot her breast tight against the fabric of her bikini.

  “Your Aunt,” Emily parroted.

  “My aunt and Victor's wife.” Blake nodded his head as he spoke, his hand coming up to cradle her face.

  “Victor's wife,” Emily gulped at the size of the mistake she made.

  “Hmm…” he leaned down and kissed the side of her neck.

  “I've made a fool of myself, haven't I.” Emily looked up at Blake as she realized what she'd done with her words.

  “No, but I do think you need to make it up to me.” Blake’s tone was suggestive.

  “Hmm…” Emily found herself at a loss for words.

  “Hmm, this time, you've created the right kind of trouble to get out of,” he murmured, nudging her with his hips as he moved closer to her.

  “I don't think you understand the impact that you have on me, Emily.” Blake's tone strained.

  “You've been driving me insane. Who would want Elza when they have all this?” Blake gestured down her body.

  “Maybe this will convince you.”

  He moved towards her, pressing his lower half to her, the impressive bulge pushing into her stomach “This should convince you that I was thinking not with my brain, but more with a need to have my hands on you. You scramble my brain, Emily.” He leaned down and started to kiss her soft and gentle.

  The soft, nipping kiss turned passionate. Her breath hitched; she could feel herself becoming wet just from his kisses alone. His hands were roaming up and down, her body slow and gentle, as if he was soothing a horse. He broke the kiss and started to run a trail of them down her neck, softly biting and sucking her skin here and there. Before she knew it, he had pushed the triangle of fabric covering her left breast off, without her realizing it.

  “Gorgeous,” he whispered before he drew the large tight nipple into his mouth, suckling hard and fast, his tongue whipping around the nipple. She started to get very wet, the sizzle of an orgasm starting to rise quick. Just then, he bit down on her nipple, which caused her to bow her back and rub herself against his erection as the sensation become too much.

  Emily sat there, her heartbeat out of control; she knew fear; it was fear of the unknown that was spinning through her. He could bring her to her knees with just one kiss.

  The smooth silk of the warm water slid over her skin as she moved closer to him. He drew her up out of the water further and up against his muscular chest, holding her close, his mouth came down on hers in a punishing kiss. The passion in the kiss thrilled her senses, he wanted her, he did. The urgency of the kiss took her breath away; the vibrant force that Blake was employing was overwhelming.

  Blake moaned, flattening one hand against her back; he forced her hips against his own, his cock was as impressive as she remembered. Emily groaned as Blake relaxed the kiss. She wiggled against his arousal, her pussy wet with her own arousal, her skin crawling with the need. The pleasure was intense.

  “Wow,” she breathed as Blake came up for air, a delicious ache flowing through her body.

  “What did you expect when you come out here and parade around like a goddess in that bikini, casting a spell on all before her, it has been days since I last kissed you. I thought I would go insane.” Blake spoke against her lips, the anger gone from his voice and replaced with need.

  “I didn't,” Emily completed while stuttering.

  He bent down and kissed the hollow of her shoulder while pulling the strings of her bikini from around her neck. The knot came free like a magician. His hands then wandered down to his ass.

  “No second thoughts in the morning?” Blake cautioned, “I'm a hungry man, sugar. I may not always be gentle tonight, but I'll always give you what you need.” The sultry promise in his voice caused her pussy to weep in anticipation.

  She shivered a little when she said, “No second thoughts.” She was all in; this compelling man was what she wanted.

  Blake swirled her around in the water, causing ripples to swing across the water. She found herself laughing in enjoyment. He lowered his mouth to kiss her, moving them more towards the back of the spa, where the ledge was deeper in the water. The night shadows were moving in fast, greeting her with a sense of security. She felt safe in his arms, as if it was a time out of the normal, just for the two of them.

  “Open your eyes sugar. I want to see you.” Blake commanded, she found herself automatically complying with his demand, not realizing she had closed them, his blue eyes blazed down at her emotion, causing her skin to tingle in the warm water.

  “Lean back
, sugar.”

  Emily enjoyed the sensation of floating in the water, Blake wrapping her legs around his waist. His hands started to caress her breasts, his fingers and thumb pulling on her nipples. The sensation, like the two were connected to her pussy, caused her to flinch as the sensation overcame her. Blake lifted her out of the water, his mouth settling back onto her other breast, continuing the pleasure, the slight bite of his teeth grazing her nipple.

  She became aware of breathless moans and realized they were her own.

  “That's it, sugar. Give me more,” his voice was husky with arousal.

  “Blake,” she didn't know what she was trying to ask for, her pussy pulsing with need, her senses overcome.

  Emily felt herself being lifted and sliding down his chest as Blake started to kiss her. One hand wandering down between the cleft of her ass and back up to the ties at the side of her hips. The slide of the fabric falling away, her focus went straight to where his hand was. His fingers probing and slowly rubbing her clit. He put two fingers into her pussy, the stretch causing her to shiver in delight.

  “You’re so wet for me, sugar, just a little longer.” He breathed into her ear.

  His arousal pushed against her stomach. His cock was throbbing. She wanted to touch it. She slid her right hand down his chest, tracking down until she felt the hot member in her hand. She couldn't get her whole hand around his impressive width.

  “No, sugar. Hands off, this is for you,” Blake wrapped his hand around her wrist, pulling it clear, her head falling backward as he continued to pet her clit. It caused her to clench impossibly tight around his fingers.

  Her orgasm just out of reach, she tried to ride his fingers, grinding down.

  “We’ll get there, sugar. Slow down.” Blake's amused voice crossed her ear.

  Outraged, she fisted her hands in his hair. “Blake, please. I need you.”

  He continued to tease her clit with his fingers, pulling out in a slow and deadly pace. Bringing her up to her climax then pulling her away from her. The pleasure swept in waves across her senses until she didn't know where she finished, and Blake started, her thought all locked in this battle of desire.

  He continued to place kisses across her neck and shoulders, teasing around her breasts, but never coming close to the nipples. Emily detected a pattern he seemed to be placing. A necklace of marks across the tops of her breast in a design that only he could image. She was teetering on the edge.

  “You taste like heaven, sugar. I can smell your arousal, even here in the spa.” Blake grated out, “Look at me, sugar. When I say come, I want you to come.”

  With Blake's mouth at her nipple, his eyes locked on her. She clenched tight at the suction on her sensitive nipple. He let it go with a wet smack of his lips loud in the quiet, a big grin on his face as his fingers picked up the pace, ensuring that they hit just the right spot. She had nothing left.

  “Sugar, come for me,” the intensity and ownership evident in his voice.

  Emily let the climax roll through her, sweeping away the last of her control. She tumbled into it. A high-pitched shrive falling from her lips, the pleasure almost unbearable. The shock waves reverberated through her. She rested her head on his shoulder as she came down from the best orgasm she had ever had.

  The water moved around her in gentle waves. Blake was driving them towards the steps of the spa; her senses were sluggish as the pleasure she just experienced made her limbs limp.

  “Tried…” she mumbled to Blake.

  “That was just the entrée sugar. I'm taking you through to the bedroom for the main,” Blake grinned down at her as he gathered her naked body into his arms, his strength on display as he effortlessly stepped out of the spa with her and strode towards the bedrooms. He was going to kill her, she thought, sleep pulling at her.

  Blake looked down at the sleeping siren in his arms. Emily was a handful. He thought he had made progress with her. She was worth the fight. Two steps forward, and then she floated out of your fingers. Maybe he had been wrong to hold back.

  He groaned at this rate; he was going to get blue balls if he didn't have them already. He pictured Emily's face, her head thrown back in her orgasm. The pleasure he had given her made him feel ten feet tall. He had wanted to wait until she felt comfortable with him. She was going to lead him on a merry dance. She was a complex womana creative, smart woman. Smart women were his catnip always had been. But Emily, for all her confidence in life held back on love, she didn't trust easily, he thought, over her actions in the last few days. He would need to tread lightly; he couldn't continue to ignore business demands any longer, but perhaps lovemaking would be the way to bind her to him to stop her pulling away.

  Blake placed his precious bundle on the bed. After drying her off with a towel, she didn't move a muscle through the whole process. He tucked her under the covers. She was dead to the world. A little sense of pride lifted the corners of his mouth as he realized he had pleasured her to the point that she was almost unconscious. There was nothing that he could do about her wet hair. He dried himself off while watching her sleeping and climbed into the bed next to her, pulling her into him. He would get a couple of hours’ sleep before waking her up; he didn't think he would be able to sleep long.

  11

  Emily woke up from a deep sleep, a heavy weight pinning her to the bed. She groaned as the light of the early morning hit her in the face and wiggled deeper into the bed, her hips encountering a warm barrier

  “If you keep that up, you'll get more than you bargained for,” Blake's sleep-roughed voice reached her ears as she realized that she was wrapped up in Blake's arms.

  “Hmm, that wouldn't be a bad thing.” Emily smiled as memories of the night before danced across her brain.

  After she'd fallen asleep from her amazing orgasm in the spa, Blake had woken her two more times in the night. The experience left her pleasantly sore and limp. Blake sure had some stamina and a wicked imagination. The violent explosions he rang from her body had left her weak with exhausted pleasure, he may not have said what he was feeling, but he had sure shown her. The thought brought a smile to her face. He had taught her more about her body than she had ever known, teaching her that pleasure was a serious concept worthy of the utmost time and effort.

  Blake growled in her ear as he pulled her closer, rolling her onto her back as he came down on top of her.

  “Is that a complaint I hear?” Blake mocked a stern expression on his face

  “Far from it. You were amazing, Blake.” Emily reached up and caressed the side of his face. She couldn't stop the grin of happiness breaking across her face.

  “That's more like it. Now, chop-chop, up you come. I’ll make some breakfast before we go out on the lake today.” Blake moved to the side of the bed, stretching his arms up and displaying his chest to her view. The night's activities had not slowed him down one bit.

  Emily watched as he stood to his full height. The vitae in his body made her want to snuggle back into bed.

  “Come on, lazy bones, we can share a shower together.” He walked across the room, pulling the sheet with him, causing her to shiver when the cold air hit her.

  “Blake,” Emily playfully made to snatch the sheet back.

  “None of that now.” Blake effortlessly reached down and scooped her up from the bed, carrying her through to the en suite bathroom.

  Emily laughed as the wind wiped her hair back. She glanced at the man who made her so happy. Before feeding her breakfast, Blake had made love to her again in the en suite bathroom and whisked her away to spend the day on his boat on the lake. The boat, decidedly roomy with a cabin underneath, had room for fishing off the back of the boat and a small sun deck upfront. Emily lounged on the sun deck as Blake piloted the boat towards a small bay opposite Queenstown.

  They had, stopped at the supermarket on the way to the marina. And spent a good amount of time picking up a feast of cheeses, meats, and assorted goods for the trip. The sun was shining, and a number
of people took the opportunity to spend the day on the lake. The marina, buzzing with kids and families launching their boats, added to the atmosphere. Even though the boat wasn't flashy, you could tell it was a luxury fit-out. It wasn't just men at the marina who were eyeing up the boat. She kept forgetting that Blake was a wealthy man, and while she was now comfortable financially, she was not in Blake's league.

  “I'm going to anchor up here for lunch. Go get comfortable and I'll bring it up,” Blake yelled as his head disappeared through the cabin door.

  The sun's rays beat down on her she removed her T-shirt displaying her red bikini top that she had on underneath her shirt. They had fun putting sunscreen lotion on each other that morning as she scrambled off the front deck, a grin passing her lips at the remembered fun.

  “You look good in that top,” Blake grinned at her.

  “It would be even better without it,” Blake leered at her while he placed lunch down on the built-in tabletop on the rear deck, squeezing in beside her on the bench seat.

  “It’s gorgeous out here,” Emily gazed out at the lake. Its color gave her all sorts of ideas for her glazes. Her next creation would be inspired by the lake. She reached for her canvas bag, looking for the sketchbook. She wanted to capture some of the movement and color of the lake. Lunch was forgotten about for the moment.

  It took some time before Emily stopped to capture what she needed. Looking up, she saw Blake lazing back on the bench, watching her.

  “You’re very intense when you’re involved in your work,” Blake said.

  “Ahh... I guess I am,” Emily hadn't really given it much thought. Her pottery had been an extension of her for so long that she tended to forget that she had a habit of tuning things out.

  “You didn't have to wait for me,” Emily gestured to the lunch in front of them.

  “I didn't. I'm a healthy growing boy who's more than capable of looking after himself,” Blake grinned at her.