Chapter 10
DYLAN
Ialmost feel like a teenager, cuddled up with Emma on my parents’ couch like this.
I never would have imagined I’d bring home a girl so beautiful. So sexy. So funny, and light – everything I've been dreaming of for years.
We snuggle together under a blanket, my fingertips lazily trailing up and down her forearm. Her head is drooped against my shoulder, and I can smell the soft rosemary honey scent of her shampoo.
It's difficult to pay attention to the movie. All I want to do is carry Emma downstairs and ravish her until she's screaming my name to the sky.
It's clear that she wants me physically just as much as I want her. Our desire for each other is obvious. Yet every time our fake instant relationship comes up, her eyes cloud. I think my sweet girl feels guilty about all the lies, even though they’re for a good cause.
Her porcelain face tips up to mine to catch me staring at her. "You're not watching the movie," she whispers, gently elbowing me in the ribs.
"Neither are you, cutie." I reach out and pause the holiday classic we’ve both probably seen a million times. My fingers return under the blankets to caress her knee, then wander up her inner thigh. "Are you distracted?"
I turn a bit more, her hand slowly drifting up my chest to rest in the crook between my neck and my shoulder. She grins. "It's kind of hard to concentrate on anything when you're literally breathing down my neck.”
"Oh, do you mean this neck?" I tilt her head back to trail a line of kisses from her ear to her collarbone. My hand slips slowly up her inner thigh, letting her feel my warm palm through her cozy winter tights.
"How…" Her breasts are already heaving as her breath picks up.
"How what, baby?"
"How do you know exactly how to touch me?"
Because we belong together, I want to murmur. Because I've dreamed of you from the second I became interested in women. Because you’re already mine and I don’t know how to tell you that.
"My hands and mouth have minds of their own when it comes to you, gorgeous," I murmur, my thumb slowly working up and down the crease at the top of her leg before sliding over an inch to rub through her panties. "You're so beautiful that my mind checks out, and animal instinct kicks in."
Her breath becomes shakier the more I grip her. "Be completely honest, baby. Do you want to finish the movie? Or shall we go downstairs, and let my hands do whatever they want?"
Emma blinks, her blue eyes studying me before silently shaking her head as her fingers tighten against my skin.
"I want more than your hands," she whispers.
Her fingers walk down my chest, then tug at the waistband of my jeans.
"I think we should do some proper lounging.
This time…" Her long lashes flutter at me suggestively.
My breath hitches. "With both of us naked?"
She nods, flashing me the most precious grin I will ever see in my life.
I click the movie off and grab her hand, then we practically race downstairs. I lock the bedroom door and turn to see Emma sit on the bed as she quickly slips off her tights.
“Toasty but awkward,” she jokes. Then she stands, her chin tipping up in a clear invitation.
I clutch her to me, our lips locking in a kiss I never want to end. The bulge at the front of my jeans is throbbing in time with my pulse. My desire for this woman is making my head spin.
Her palms drift slowly up my stomach, then to my pecs. A soft moan escapes her throat when I unzip the back of her sweater dress, then Emma steps away so I can grab the hem and pull it up over her head.
Nothing I have ever seen compares to the sight of Emma standing before me in only her bra and panties.
Her eyes are luminous. Her skin is delicately pale.
The high points of her cheeks are beginning to glow with a faint flush.
The swell of her breasts, the dip at her waist, the luscious curve of her hips…
My hands are already exploring every inch of her.
"Sexy and sweet," I murmur. "You are the whole package, baby."
Her shy smile sends another jolt to my already rock-hard cock.
"You are…a lot, too." She takes hold of the bottom of my t-shirt and pulls it over my head.
I help her, tossing it to the floor. Then I drop my jeans, almost moaning in relief as the pressure against my oversensitive shaft releases.
I leave my shorts on for now, reaching out to unfasten her bra and toss it onto the chair.
My lips seal around first one rosy nipple and then the other, my tongue lapping at her delicate skin as my rough palms cup the delicious weight of her perfect tits.
Emma moans softly as I back her toward the bed. I pull both of us into the center of the mattress, loving how tightly she cuddles against me. The way her hands move across my skin. Her touch is now my favorite sensation in the world.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip for a second, then Emma whispers, "I'm on the pill. Just to keep me regular. So…you know…it's totally fine if we…I mean, if you…"
My fingers spear through her hair as I bring her lips to mine, barely brushing against them as another wave of animal lust consumes me. "Are you saying you want me inside you, baby? You need to feel us both come while I’m deep in your hot pussy?"
She's already nodding, eyes glowing. "Yes."
"Then we’d better get you nice and wet, hadn’t we?"
Her hand begins to stroke down my stomach, toward the waistband of my shorts. "And we'd better get you…oh!" She strokes my length through the thin fabric. I've never been this hard before. No wonder she's startled. I'm a bit surprised too, to be honest.
Emma trembles as I kiss her again slowly and deeply, hoping to tell her with my actions what I'm unable to express properly with words. For a moment, I wish I were a writer or a lyricist instead of a contractor. I’m great with a sledgehammer or power tools, not so great at expressing emotions.
How can I explain that I already want us to be together forever?
My hand skims down her side, then slips into her panties. A quick swipe of my finger confirms that she's already wet. "One more question, baby – no, two."
"Okay."
I already know the answer but need to be looking into her eyes as I hear it. "Is this your first time?"
Her lips part as she nods. Then she lets out a breathless whisper. "Yes."
“I have no problem waiting as long as you like, gorgeous. Or do you want me right now?"
"Now.” Her lips curl up in an adorable grin. "The flight was amazing, but this…um… experience would be the most amazing early Christmas present I think I could ever have.”
We laugh together, softening the tension of this moment.
I kiss her gently, then roll her onto her back, tucking a pillow under her head and shoulders.
Covering her with kisses, I meander along her collarbone, then suck on her nipples again.
Then my lips drift down her stomach, making a slow circle around her belly button.
Emma is quivering by the time I settle between her thighs, stroking her legs gently.
"I need you to come on my tongue, gorgeous. Need you nice and wet and relaxed.”
She moans as I slowly sink my middle finger inside her snug opening. Damn, she’s tight. I move my finger slowly back and forth, then gather some of her moisture on my tongue, rubbing it against her clit.
Her eyes are hazy, her mouth open as she watches my expression while I kiss and lap at her swollen button. Her belly flutters, her thighs tightening around my shoulders as I somehow manage to coax in a second finger. Her pussy is already clamping down on me, pulsing, tugging my fingers deeper.
She wants more…but not until she's good and ready.
My tongue presses firmly against her clit, working in tight circles as I move my fingers gradually faster. My other hand rests on her stomach, holding her in place and occasionally reaching up to give her nipples a teasing pinch.
Taking my time is definitely the right choice. After a few minutes, Emma stops being silent. Her breathing becomes audible and there's a string of ragged moans. Then I feel her inner walls tightening around my fingers.
Locking her gaze with mine, I wink. I love that she’s already different with me than in the beginning. That she’s trying to drop those shy walls around her and let me in. Let me know what she needs so I can care for her every way possible.
My tongue and fingers move faster, pulling the climax from her trembling body until Emma suddenly releases, yanking on my hair, pricking my skin with her fingernails as her cries echo around the room.
Her sweetness floods my tongue, her soaked pussy allowing my hand to move faster. Turning my palm up, I find her G-spot, pressing firmly through her climax as she shudders from head to toe.
Then everything stops as she collapses, limp except for her heaving chest. I slowly kiss my way back to her mouth. She grabs me, locking our lips together in a full body kiss that shakes me to the core.
I've never truly felt wanted and desired like this. It's a heady feeling, how much we crave each other. How much we belong together.
"Emma," I murmur against her searching mouth. “You know this is real, right?"
She just moans, her hand slipping into my shorts to stroke my length. I don't think she heard me. From the needy, lustful state of my beautiful girl, I think talking about our feelings is going to have to wait until we can speak coherently.
Right now, there's nothing but desire. Time to make her mine.