Chapter 16
Sixteen
James
T he gasp that escapes from her plump lips is almost my undoing. I so badly want to capture it with my own lips, but I hold back. Emilia has only eaten half of her food, and I know she needs the sustenance after the events of the night unfolded like they did. The very thought has my fists clenching, fury lighting a fire within my soul at the need for vengeance as I remember her bruises.
I slowly look away from Emilia, deliberately breaking the tension between the two of us.
“Eat, Emilia, so we can go to bed. You’ve had a long day and an even longer night.”
“What if I don’t want my night to end?”
With her quiet words, I look back at her. She gazes at me innocently, none of her previous bravado to be seen.
“What if I want you to be the last good thing I have tonight, James? I know I come off as the strong, independent woman, but I’m scared shitless. What if I want you to make me forget? Forget all the bad and only remember the good.”
“Em…” My cock strains against my slacks. The spicy, headstrong side of Emilia turns me on, but when she gets vulnerable I want to bite into her tender flesh with my teeth and mark her as mine. I want to own her in every way known to man, tie her up in my bed, and fuck her ‘til she’s screaming my name to the heavens.
I turn fully to Emilia, with the intention of letting her down, but she stops me with a shush.
“James… please.”
My resolve frays apart at her simple plea. Leaning over to her, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and cup her cheek in my hand.
“Why do you do this to me, love?” I brush a thumb over her cheekbone, relishing in the feel of her skin under my fingers. Her pupils dilate as she looks up at me through her lashes.
The fire returns in her eyes. “Just make me forget about tonight, James. We can deal with tomorrow when it gets here. But now, tonight, it’s just us, and I need you.”
I turn savage when she says she needs me. It’s music to my fucking ears. Moving my hand to grasp the back of her head, I lean in and claim her lips with mine, my hand entangling in her hair. Emilia lets out a breathy moan, and I capture it with my mouth, my tongue dancing with hers, exploring and owning what is mine.
Grabbing her around the waist and never breaking the kiss, I pull her onto my lap, her legs straddling me in the chair. Her hands wrap around the back of my head, tugging on my short strands just enough to cause a trickle of pain that has my cock begging to be freed.
“Tell me again, Emilia…” I get out between kisses. I make my way down her delicious neck, stopping once I find the spot just below her ear that has her squirming in my lap, creating friction in all the right places.
“Tell you what, James?” she asks breathlessly, her hands roaming my chest, clawing at the bottom of my shirt, and tugging the ends free of my slacks.
“How much you fucking need me, love.” I place a small bite to her neck that has her arching her back and letting out more of those tantalizing moans.
She makes quick work of my shirt buttons and immediately pushes my shirt off my shoulders, eager for me to fully remove it. Shedding my shirt, Emilia takes advantage and starts to rub her hands along my chest and stomach, slowing her perusal once she gets to the waistband of my slacks.
“I don’t think so. You haven’t earned this cock just yet.”
She looks up at me with a pout on her face and fire in her eyes. There’s the Latina I know and love.
“I want to hear you say it, Em. So tell me. Tell me how badly you need my cock in your tight pussy.”
She squirms in my lap, desperate for any friction she can get against her hot center. I can already tell by the wet spot on my slacks that she is soaking for me.
“Tell me how your pussy is dripping in need of this cock, Em. Tell me now, or so help me god…”
“I need you, James. I’m soaked for you. Please, I’ll take anything. Just please.”
Hearing exactly what I needed to hear, I move my plate, pick her up by her waist, and stand up. I quickly sit her on the table and push her back so she’s laying down. Emilia looks beautiful spread out before me, her hair fanned around her head, and a blush covering her from face to chest, indicating her pure want. Her chest heaves, making her breasts rise and fall with each breath she takes. She’s so fucking gorgeous.
Hooking a hand behind each of her knees, I pull her to me until her ass is just at the edge of the table. She looks up at me with surprise and equal amounts of lust, the question dying on her lips as I move to pull her shorts down her body. Left in nothing but her satin camisole and her black panties, I kneel on the floor and hook each of her legs behind my shoulders.
Burying my face between her legs, I breathe in her scent and release a growl right against her panties. She’s mine, all fucking mine. From the moment she walked into that diner, I knew she would belong to me. I feel the shudder that goes through her, and I smile against her cunt.
“James, please.”
“So impatient, aren’t you, love?”
“I need you.”
Without waiting to hear anything more, I take a finger and move her panty to the side, dragging my tongue through her lips from the bottom to the top, ending at her clit and circling lazily. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling until the sensation edges on pain, and god does it only make me harder, needier.
“Fuck, James, you’re the devil with that tongue.”
I pause my ministrations to answer her. “If I’m the devil, love, then you’re my fallen angel.”
Knowing that she wants—no, needs —more from me, I take two fingers and push them inside her, curving them a bit to hit that sweet spot. I work her clit and her tight pussy simultaneously, relishing in her sweetness. She’s so fucking wet for me, it’s almost my undoing.
“Come for me, baby.”
Needing no further prompting, she grabs my hair and holds my head exactly where she needs me, grinding into me.
“That’s it, love. Such a good fucking girl. Ride my face.”
Adding a third finger, I can feel her walls tightening—she’s so close. Reaching up, I take my free hand and pull down her camisole, playing with her perky breast and teasing her nipple with my fingers. Pinching her nipple is her undoing as she comes apart all over my hand and face, and I lick up everything she gives me, growling my approval against her soaking pussy.
“James… oh god!”
Her body shakes and spasms as she comes down from her orgasm, her chest heaving with exertion. She has a delicious sheen to her body as I peer up at her, taking in her after-glow. Her beautiful lips are parted as she tries to capture her breath, her eyes pinched closed as she rides out the last waves of her orgasm.
“You’re so fucking beautiful coming apart for me, love.”
Her eyes slowly open and meet my own, lust still shining in their depths. My little vixen is insatiable.
“Hmmm… looks like you need round two,” I tell her as I stand up, shed my slacks and briefs, and then pull down her thong. I gather her in my arms, hooking her legs on my lower back. My cock twitches against her lower stomach, her skin silky smooth against my erection.
“James, don’t you want me to repay the favor?”
“This is more than just a favor, love, and you know it.”
“Then fuck me, James. Claim me like only you can.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” My brain tells my body to take her to bed, but I don’t make it far before my dick takes over, and instead, I push her against the hallway wall. Pinning her with my lower body, I reach up and grab her hands from around my neck and pin them above her head using one hand. I crash my lips upon hers, my tongue dancing along the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. She is more than eager to oblige, her tongue dancing with mine. Using my free hand I cup her breast, kneading the tender mound of flesh while my cock grinds against her clit. The action causes her back to arch off the wall, and she lets loose a breathy moan.
“This won’t be gentle. I just can’t… I need you too much.”
She bites my ear lobe before whispering in my ear, “I don’t want gentle. I want you .”
Still pinning her hands above her head, I take my free hand and run my cock through her wet folds, before sinking into her sweet heat.
“Fuck, Emilia. You’re so fucking tight. This pretty pussy was made for my cock.”
Emilia takes every single inch of me so beautifully. Her mouth forms an O at the intrusion of my cock, reveling in the feeling of me seated to the hilt.
I slowly pull out of her before slamming into her again. I told her I wouldn’t be gentle, and I meant it. She’s going to take everything I give her whether she likes it or not. I quicken my pace, biting her neck in just the right spot that has her wriggling in my grasp. Claiming her as mine and only mine.
I set a relentless pace, feeling her walls tighten around me as my balls slap her ass.
Pulling out again, I thrust into her hard as I pinch her nipple at the same time I bite her neck. The multiple sensations send her into her orgasm, and she lets out a screamed moan. Hearing her come has my balls tightening, and I know I’m only a few thrusts away from my own release.
“Fuck, James. Stop moving, it’s too much.”
“You’ll take what I give you, love.”
I continue to pound into her pussy, feeling her walls clenching around me again. I know I can get her to come a third time. Not wanting to waste any time, I bring my free hand to her pussy and start circling her clit while I continue to thrust into her. She throws her head side to side, feeling overwhelmed with the orgasm still running its course through her body.
Pinching her clit, her pussy tightens around me almost painfully, as she rides out her double orgasm. I come with a roar, biting into her neck hard enough to leave a mark. She rides out her own orgasm, her pussy continuing to squeeze my cock, taking all it has to offer.
Soothing away the pain with my tongue, I lick and circle the bite mark as we both work to catch our breath. Releasing her hands, I pepper kisses along her neck, making my way to her ear, before finally claiming her lips with my own.
She wraps her hands along the back of my head, her nails scratching my scalp and eliciting a shiver down my spine.
Resting my forehead on hers, I whisper to her, needing her to know just how much she affects me.
“Emilia, you’re a fucking goddess. I knew getting that pretty pussy wrapped around my cock again would be heaven, but love, that was downright sinful.”
I pull back to search her eyes, looking for any indication she didn’t feel the same way. Smirking at me and pulling my hair gently, she leans in and kisses me again.
She smiles against my lips. “James, if that was sinful, you wouldn’t last a single minute with my lips wrapped around your cock.”
Her sass has me relieved, and I let loose a laugh. “Guess we will have to see about that next time.”
Taking her up the stairs, I carry her into the bathroom. With my cock still half-hard, I slowly withdraw from her slick heat, causing my cum to start dripping down her legs. I grab a washcloth and run it under warm water before running it over her legs and pussy, cleaning her up.
Once I’m satisfied that she’s sated, based on the sleepy look that has taken over her face, I pick her up again and carry her to the bedroom. I set her in the bed and tuck her in before making way to my side of the bed.
“James.”
“Yes?”
“Tomorrow, after I come down from everything, I might slip into old feelings. They feel safe compared to whatever this is between us. Pull me out, OK?”
“I’ll fight for you ‘til my dying breath, love.”
As I get into bed pulling the covers around myself, I turn over and pull Emilia’s naked body flush against my own. I can’t promise my cock won’t have other intentions in the middle of the night, but for now, I hold her tight as we both drift off to sleep.