Chapter Sixteen
Athena’s sly smile gave me an odd feeling.
“I’ve seen you before.” It was coming back to me. Her familiar face from last night that looked different when her hair was down. “Last night at Sjávargrillie. You’ve been watching me and not just because you’re looking for friendly conversation.”
“We have a lot more in common than the same dress in our closet.”
I felt my face burning up. “Is there something you need to tell me or are you a bitter ex?”
She was stunned by my forward remark. The barista brought her drink, and she wrapped her hands around the warm cup, seeking comfort in its heat.
“I think you know we both have had that handsome man, 6’3, dark hair, with a five o’clock shadow that perfectly shades his jawline draped over our bodies.”
Was she … fantasizing about Emilio out loud or describing him that way to me to get under my skin? I shouldn’t be surprised that Emilio took a lover but it still bruised my ego. This was what he felt every time he saw me with Pio.
“The difference between us, Athena, is you’re living in your memories while it’s my reality. Jim should have told you about me.”
“So, you and Jim are together,” Athena began, taking a sip of her coffee, her gaze steady on me. “That’s... interesting.”
“Is it?”
“One second he’s out of town, next thing you know he’s back here, with you.” Her eyes flashed a hint of sadness.
“I’m sorry if he didn’t give you proper closure. But it’s better to put the past behind you.”
“It’s not that far behind,” Athena leaned in, “You may be lying in his bed now but I’ve been in there enough to have the mattress stained with my cum from painting my body with his tongue.”
A vile feeling took over as I did my best not to lash out at her. “Now that I’m back in the picture, you’re no longer needed.”
“I don’t mind sharing you know.”
“Well I do.”
“You’re going to have to get over that.” Athena’s nose flared and her brow furrowed. “After all he does have two hands, one fist to stuff each of us.”
An eruption of vomit hit my throat and I swallowed it quickly, taking the burn of the acid. I had no intentions of sharing Emilio, but it seemed they had been doing things within a short time that I hadn’t even done with him the last few years.
“Two is company – three’s a crowd.” Was the only thing I could muster up trying to hold back tears.
Athena glared at me. “You may have had him first but I still linger in the back of his mind.”
“Very confident of yourself.”
“He seemed to enjoy experiencing filling all three holes at once – claimed he’d never done such a thing. It was a first for us both.”
It was a slap in the face but I wasn’t going to show her she succeeded in getting under my skin. I’d had enough of this and got to my feet graciously.
Bending down to her ear, I sternly voiced, “Understand one thing here. I was already breathing the air around him before you came along. And since he hasn’t made it clear – let me do the honor – he’s mine.
You were just a play thing to distract him until we were able to be together again.
I could have felt sorry for you… instead I pity you. ”
With that, I walked out and never looked back.
I wanted this chance to become someone new, someone different than Bethany.
Freya was going to be different. A chance at being reborn and a new persona – I should take full advantage of it.
Carrying my box of pastries in hand, I walked with a strong stride back to the apartment.
By the time I reached the door, my mind was clear and free from that woman and wanted to waste no time setting up a lovely breakfast for me and my soon to be husband.
Stepping inside the small apartment, I was hoping to see Emilio back but figured it’d be better if he came home to something more than just breakfast. Quickly putting the pastries into a plate and setting the table for two, I ran into the bedroom and pulled out a piece of lingerie I bought the other day.
Just as I finished connecting the straps, I heard the key lock on the door being turned so I ran out toward the kitchen and quickly hopped onto the table with a cream puff placed between my legs.
My exposed nipples hardened at the thought of being touched.
Thinking on the spot, I grabbed one of the napkins and wrapped it around my mouth securely tying it behind my head.
Emilio had tied me up plenty of times, blindfolded me, even the occasional cutting of airflow but clearly his tastes had changed.
I refused to let that woman satisfy his needs – if his desires had become more demanding then I would fulfill them.
My body stiffened hearing the key turning in the lock and the door opening.
I wasn’t sure what to expect but I was diving all in.
When Emilio came into sight, he seemed irritated but when he saw my little setup his mood shifted.
The facial expression on Emilio’s face was one that my heart picked up its pace.
That smoldering look, the lust in his darkened eyes, and the sense of need consumed me.
“This is new,” he commented as he walked toward me.
“You like it?” I giggled as there wasn’t much to the outfit. It had a thin strap over my breast and a thinner strap barely covering my lower region.
“Sorry I took so long,” he took some whipped cream off a pastry with his finger and smeared it across my lip.
“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me.” Sticking my tongue out, I licked my lip and then took his finger into my mouth slowly pulling it out. “Figured we’d do something … different.”
“What do you have in mind?” The sparkle in his eyes made me wonder how far he would actually go with me.
“I want you to do to me anything you want.”
“You let me do that every time.” He held my chin with his pointer.
“You’re holding back. I know you are. So I want you to let loose.”
Emilio slightly tilted his head to the side. “What makes you think I’m holding back?”
I shifted my weight onto my knees. “I want you to fill every hole. At once.”
Pausing for a moment, Emilio then stepped back giving me a questioning look until it sunk in where I got the idea from. It pained me to know Athena flashed into his mind at this very moment.
“No.” Emilio seemed to be angry.
“Why not?” I asked getting off the table. As I walked toward him, I let it out, “Athena seemed to enjoy it. Why can’t I?”
“What else did she say?” Emilio scoffed.
“Enough to know you’ve developed a new taste. And I want in on it.”
“I don’t think you’re able to handle it.”
“Let me decide that.”
Emilio’s chest rose as he inhaled deeply and then slowly let out a breath of air. Debating whether to proceed, he eventually gave in.
“There’s no going back,” he warned.
“Good.”
A smoldering look crossed his face again making me melt on the inside. I watch as he opened a cabinet and pulled out a jar of liquid. Confused, I walked over to him to see what it was. Coconut oil.
“You never have issues getting me wet,” I commented.
“I’ll need this to achieve my goal,” he replied opening the lid.
Placing the jar on the little island in the kitchen, Emilio hoisted me up seating me beside the jar.
The cold countertop hardened my nipples.
He undid the skimpy outfit I had on so that I was naked and pulled the hair tie out of my hair so that it fell down my back.
Taking the jar, he began to lightly pour the oil onto my shoulder and across my chest. The silky texture of the liquid dripped down my body as I waited for Emilio to touch me.
As he began to massage my shoulders, the warmth of his hands melded with the oil, creating an intoxicating sensation.
Applying gentle pressure, his thumbs dug into my shoulders allowing my body to relax.
His fingers working their magic, gliding over my skin, tracing the contours of my collarbone, making their way to my breasts.
Catching his gaze the intensity in his eyes ignited a spark.
It never got old. There was something electric about the way he touched me, no matter what kind of pressure, there was always a mix of tenderness and desire that made my heart race.
Taking a breast in each hand, he massaged them tenderly, the oil creating a glistening trail down my body that seemed to shimmer in the morning light.
His thumbs circled my nipples as he continued to massage my breasts, each swirl deliberate and slow as he took in every curve.
I felt his touch deep within me causing a rush of warmth that spread through me like fire.
The air was thick with the blend from the sweet scent of the coconut oil mingling with the faint sound of distant waves crashing against the shore outside the window. The intimacy of the moment enveloped us like a soft blanket.
“You’re beautiful,” he commented as his hands slid down right under my breast gripping my waist, causing me to arch my back, pushing my nipples further into his direction.
His thumbs sunk into my ribs and his fingers into my back as my chest and stomach were coated in oil.
The act was simple but so erotic that a moan broke from my mouth – the sound spurred him on.
“Not yet my love, you’re in for a ride.”
He pulled my body toward him so forcefully that our mouths collided, my legs wrapped around his hips and my arms wrapped around his neck.
My breasts squished against his hard chest as my every curve melted into every muscle of his which ramped up my need to have him inside me.
Needing skin to skin, I pulled up his shirt, we only broke contact when he pulled the shirt over his head, then we were back at it.
Emilio’s lips attacking mine with force, his mouth keenly exploring mine as he grabbed a fistful of my hair.
His free hand made its way up my inner thigh and to my lips.
Circling around them before sliding one finger rubbing my clit for a moment before lowering to my opening.
Releasing his hand gripping my hair, he unwraps my legs from his body.
Placing the heels of my feet at the edge of the counter, my legs are spread open for him.
Sliding a second finger inside me, he hooked them as they entered and exited my body.
“Ready for another?” He breathed.
Nodding, I braced myself. He removed his fingers and dunked his hand into the jar of coconut oil taking a handful before entering back inside of me.
Using the oil as lube, all three fingers slide inside me with a bit more ease.
While thrusting his fingers in and out of me, his thumb made its way to my clit slowly stimulating it.
My breath picked up as my body was enjoying the sensation I was already getting. A moan escaped my mouth.
“Can you take more?”
“Yes, more,” I panted.
In slid another finger and I fell back onto my hands placed behind me with my head dropping back. My breasts were on full display and I felt his mouth close on my nipple. The sound of my juices with the oil mixed with my heavy breathing filled the air. The smell of coconut filled my nostrils.
“Emilio,” his name came out like a song.
“Is this good for you?”
“Oh my god,” I panted, “More. More.”
With a smirk, Emilio entered a fourth finger, lightly jiggling his fingers inside me mimicking a vibrator. In and out, he made sure he pushed all four fingers inside me deeply as his tongue continued to wrap around my nipple, massaging it, causing me to continue moaning in pleasure.
“I’m going in,” he said biting down on my nipple.
Between his bite and forcefully pushing his fist inside me, I gasped.
It felt as though my body no longer needed air to survive.
Falling onto my back, Emilio’s mouth found its way to my clit simultaneously as he continued to twist his fist inside of me.
I was beginning to see stars as he began gently thrusting his fist inside of me.
It was such an intense feeling that I would have never expected to enjoy.
But this was more than just sex – it was emotional.
It felt like I was giving my body and soul to him fully – transitioning into a spiritual experience uniting us as one, transcending me to be bound to him for life.
Emilio’s fist was thrusting harder, his mouth sucking on my clit with equal intensity.
I grabbed the edge of the countertop with both my hands to hold myself in place.
My body was in overdrive as I was crying out in pleasure so loudly, I felt the vibration through my body.
Completely taken over by getting fist fucked, I hadn’t noticed Emilio unzip his hands until I felt the pressure of his cock enter my rectum.
He stood in front of me, his mouth soaking wet, but the wild look in his eyes told me he was enjoying this just as much as I was.
“All three,” he panted in excitement.
He shoved his free hand into my mouth, his fingers rested on my tongue slightly hitting the back of my throat.
I was undone. Every spot the vagina had was getting stimulated all at once.
My body began to convulse. Multiple orgasms ruptured through my body making my eyes roll back as if I’d lost complete control of myself.
I didn’t feel Emilio pull his hand out of my mouth or his dick from my anus.
My body was on a euphoric high that I didn’t think I would come back from.
“I’m going to go slow,” Emilio said as his fist thrusting slowed down while coming down from his own high. “Exhale and relax yourself so that I can pull out my hand.”
I did as I was told and lay on the countertop completely satisfied. The smell of coconut was still in the air, and the sound of the waves in the distance still crashed against the shore – only this time the essence of love danced in the room.
Managing to sit up so that I was face to face with Emilio, he whispered into my ear, “It meant nothing with her. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw you. It was always you in my mind.”