16
At eight in the evening, a knock echoes at my apartment door. I assume it”s the pizza delivery, so I open it, hardly believing who I find standing there.
“Emma,” I exclaim in surprise, stepping into the corridor and pulling the door slightly shut behind me.
“Caleb, I...” she starts, but doesn”t continue. Instead, she looks at me, breathing heavily. She seems agitated, her eyes are reddened, as if she”s been crying. And then, entirely unexpectedly, she closes the gap between us, wrapping her hands around my neck and kisses me. For a moment, I”m taken aback. But then, I feel her velvety lips against mine. I lift my hands, cradling the back of her head, pouring all the pain and longing of the past weeks into this kiss. Underneath me, Emma makes a relieved sound. Her fingers grip my hair, while her tongue presses insistently against my lips. I part them, inviting her in, rewarded with the incredible taste of her. It makes me lose control, pressing her against the wall. She gasps into my mouth as I press my hips against hers, making her feel what she”s doing to me. I never thought I”d be this close to her again. And yet, here she is, clouding my senses with her taste and proximity. This woman makes me block out everything else around us, heightening my desire to an almost painful level. So, I kiss her more urgently, let my hands roam up her exquisite butt, and pull her closer. Through the thin sweater she wears under her open jacket, I can feel that her nipples are hard. Fuck. In my mind, a thought arises, pushing everything else aside.
I want this woman in my bed!
I release her mouth, kissing and licking my way over her chin and down her neck to her collarbone. My fingers glide up from her amazing ass, just about to settle on her breasts when her hands intercept mine.
“Wait, Caleb,” Emma gasps. I straighten up, looking at her with desire-clouded eyes. “I”m actually here to talk.”
“Talk?” After that kiss, there”s nothing more to talk about. The matter is crystal clear, this woman belongs to me. And I won”t let her go for anything in the world.
“Let”s go inside.”
“This is rather inconvenient at the moment,” I say, making a remorseful face. My words throw a horrified expression onto Emma”s face. I can see her peering towards the apartment door, suddenly going pale.
“Oh God, no, damn it, this can”t be true,” she says, trying to push me away. I hold her fast, utterly bewildered, and then it dawns on me what her problem is.
“You think I have another woman here.” Emma blinks at me, her eyes teary.
“Not at all?”
“Absolutely not! Tonight is poker night with the guys. I thought I”d spare you their curious gazes and send them away first.”
“The guys...” she repeats, seeming to finally understand.
“If you don”t mind them bombarding you with silly remarks, feel free to come in,” I say, motioning towards the door. She presses her lips together, looking undecided.
“Caleb, are you telling the pizza guy your life story? Why is this taking so long? I”m starving!” Toby”s voice reaches us.
“Toby”s here too?” she asks.
“Yeah, the little cheat swindles us every week.” She takes a moment to think and then says, “Alright, you know what, forget it. I”ll come along. I”m used to the guys and their dumb comments.”
“Perfect, then come on in.” I take her small hand in my huge one and lead her into my apartment. Parker, Toby, Byers, and the new defender Peters are sitting at the poker table across from the kitchen. Each of them has their jaw dropping when they see who I”ve brought along.
“Emma, sweetheart, you”re back!” Toby greets her happily, stands up, and comes over to us to envelop her in his massive arms. “Mandy and I were worried. We tried to reach you at least a dozen times,” he scolds.
“Sorry, I left my phone in Portland,” she says with an apologetic look. Ah, that explains why she hasn”t responded to my messages until now.
“Alright, guys, the party”s over,” I announce, indicating for them to leave. I can”t wait to be alone with Emma. The sooner they”re out, the better!
“What? But we just got here,” complains Byers.
“Exactly! And besides, I”ve got an unbeatable hand.” Peters waves his cards. Like I care.
“Alright, you don”t have to leave on my account,” Emma interjects. What? “I”m happy to watch.” No, hell no, this way they will never leave.
“Or you could join in,” Parker suggests, smiling at her conciliatorily. What a jerk! I shoot him a deadly look, which he ignores, and he offers Emma the empty chair beside him. I have no choice but to watch as she and Toby sit down and start chatting.
The next two hours feel like the longest of my life. Emma sits across from me, sending me deep looks from her cat-like eyes, making sure I”m constantly aroused. And when she stretches her foot under the table towards me, running it up my leg, I”m on the brink of losing it. I have to restrain myself from flipping the poker table like a caveman, throwing her over my shoulder, and carrying her upstairs to my bed. It”s hard for me to follow the game. I lose round after round because I only have eyes for her. Just after ten, my patience is wearing thin. I want some privacy now! So, I wait until we finish the round and then collect the cards.
“Alright, guys, that”s it. We”re done for today,” I declare.
“Oh, come on, it was just getting good. Just one more round,” Byers pleads, clinking his chips.
“You”ve swiped three quarters of my stake, so quit your whining,” I retort.
“Yeah, but only three quarters. There”s more to be had,” he argues.
“Cut it out, you vulture. You can bleed us dry again next week,” Parker chimes in, patting Byers on the shoulder.
“Fine by me. But then we”re doubling the stakes!” This gets everyone at the table, except for me, laughing. They rise at a snail”s pace, slipping into their jackets. I”d love to give each of them a swift kick in the ass. They know perfectly well that I want to be alone with Emma! When I finally slam the apartment door shut behind them, I lock it and grab Emma, who”s standing beside me. I pull her close and kiss her. Fuck, it feels so good to have her in my arms.
“We were supposed to talk,” she mumbles against my mouth, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
“Later,” I growl, urging her towards the kitchen. I actually want to take her upstairs to my bedroom, but her tongue, plunging into my mouth, makes me abandon that plan. Instead, I head for the poker table. Reluctantly, I tear myself away from her to sweep cards and chips off the table. Then, with swift hands, I strip off her sweater and jeans. It”s insane, when she stands before me in her black lingerie, I can hardly believe my luck. I grab her, lifting her up and placing her on the table. Emma raises her hands, wrapping them around my neck and pulling me down to her. Our lips find each other, and our tongues begin a wet, fiery dance. Her taste is fantastic, driving me crazy. I doubt I”ll ever get enough of it. Without releasing her delicious mouth, I reach for the clasp of her bra. She shudders as I slide the straps down her arms and then remove the entire piece. Then, I kiss and lick my way down her neck, enfolding her breasts in my hands, her pierced nipples. They”re perfect, fitting just right in my palms. This woman is tailor-made for me. Emma reaches for my shirt, beginning to undo it. However, she only manages three buttons before I close my mouth around one of her dark, erect buds and bite down. A cry of pleasure escapes her, which I turn into a whimper by sucking sharply on her nipple. The metal of her piercing feels exciting in my mouth. I”ve been with many tattooed women, but none with piercings. Emma”s hands travel up to my head, where her fingers dig into my curls and grip tightly. The slight pain further arouses me, so I can”t take it any longer. I want to feel her, bury my cock inside her, finally have what I”ve desired for so long. But first, I have to taste her. Since our first kiss in front of her house, I”ve been obsessed with the thought of sampling her other lips. I”m convinced that she tastes even more irresistible between her thighs. So, I pull away and kiss her once more, exploring her mouth with my tongue to etch her flavor into my memory. Meanwhile, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties. Emma understands and lifts her hips, allowing me to slide off her underwear.
“If your pussy tastes as I imagine, you”ll have to force me to stop,” I murmur, looking down at her. In response, she bites her lip and gazes up at me seductively through her dark lashes. I dive down, kissing a path over her hard nipples, down her stomach and navel, until I reach her mound. While Emma supports herself with her hands on the table behind her, she watches me as I drape her tattooed legs over my shoulders. This gives me better access to her... wow... pierced pussy. I”m quite astonished when I discover not one, but three pieces of jewelry. A stud through the skin above her clit, and two rings, one through each inner labia. Fuck, how hot is this woman? I bet she”s unbeatable in bed. I intend to find out and lightly bite into her right inner thigh. It gives her goosebumps. Then, I tease her with numerous wet kisses, drawing nearer to her most intimate spot. When I drag my tongue through the crevice where her thigh ends, she tenses up with anticipation.
“Caleb, please,” she breathes. Damn, countless times I”ve envisioned what it would be like to hear those two words from her mouth. Now that she”s said them, I want to hear them again. I want her to moan my name, to beg for me, to fuck her. That”s why I lower my tongue onto her clit, gently tracing a circle around her pearl. Once again I feel her tense beneath me. I realize she can barely bear these light touches. So, I apply more pressure, causing her to soften. I lift my hands and wrap them around her thighs, securing a firm grip. Then, I take what I desire most. Her essence. My tongue delves into her cleft, savoring her. Damn, I knew it. She tastes incredible! Even as her flavor spreads across my tongue, the synapses in my brain fire. I realize that this woman has a damn high addictive potential. I eagerly run my tongue along the entire length of her vulva. Emma”s gaze, clouded with desire, is fixed on me, urging me to give her more. I let my tongue flutter over her pearl before closing my lips around it and sucking gently. Emma gasps and tilts her head back. I feel her labia swelling beneath me, noticing she”s becoming even wetter. That”s how I like it. I release my right hand from her thigh and slide my index and middle fingers over her dripping entrance. As I push my fingers into her, a raw sound of pleasure escapes, Emma. She lifts her head, watching me with flushed cheeks as I lick her and stimulate her. She arches her back, pressing her pelvis against my face. It turns me on immensely. The combination of tasting her and witnessing her unrestrained desire is almost too much for me. “Caleb... yes,” she gasps, reaching for my hair and clutching it tightly. I feel her muscles tighten around my fingers, and I observe her nipples constricting even more firmly. She”s on the brink of orgasm. “Oh, damn it, Caleb, YES!” she moans. As I push her over the edge, and she comes on my face. Her salty essence runs warm over my lips and chin. Fuck, I can”t help but lift her ass off the edge of the table and towards me. Kneeling on the floor, I savor her femininity. I absorb what she offers me, while she sits heavily on my face, breathing deeply.