Chapter 9
9
EMMY
“ S tand up,” Tobias said.
My heart was racing, and I was having a hard time breathing. His words only made that worse. Or was it better? I’d take this feeling over every feeling I’d ever had. He hadn’t even really touched me yet. Not in the way I wanted him to.
“Turn around,” he said.
Turn around? That definitely wasn’t what I expected. I’d fully planned to start undressing. Or maybe he’d undress me. If so, I would hope he’d kiss me at the same time. The thought of disrobing in front of him while he looked on was more than a little terrifying.
What if he didn’t like the way I looked? What if he thought my hips were a little too wide, my thighs too thick? I loved my body, but I knew some men were into women who had thigh gaps and flat chests and bony butts.
If that were the case, though, he wouldn’t be with me right now, would he?
I turned around and closed my eyes, waiting for his next command. But he didn’t give me a command. Instead, he stepped forward, pressing that gorgeous naked body against mine. I felt him against me—the hard wall of his chest, the strength of his arms as they went around my waist…
And then his hands were on the fastening of my pants, shoving the button through the hole, then lowering the zipper one tooth at a time. I let out a sigh, and the sound surprised even me. Was that my voice? Was this my body, snug against a naked mountain man, his long, thick cock pressing into my backside?
It was better than even my best fantasy.
Once my zipper was lowered, he didn’t shove my pants down like I expected. Instead, he ran his right hand over my stomach, then below the waistband of my panties. I’d worn my sexiest underwear today—a matching black bra and panty set that a friend had given me for my birthday last year. I only had one, so I’d have to wash this set and wear it again if I wanted to look good for him.
His hand continued downward, his fingers moving along the leg band of my panties, then between my legs. I savored every second of it. It just felt so…darn…good.
“Spread a little wider for me, baby,” he said into my ear, and his voice sent a fresh pool of moisture straight to my pussy.
I bit my lip and did exactly as he commanded, widening my stance a little and letting out another sigh as one finger slid inside me. He groaned, and I assumed that meant he liked what he found there. I was wet and warm and oh so ready for him. But how could it be any other way when I’d spent the past hour sitting on a sofa with him as he gradually got naked?
He didn’t keep his finger inside me. He pulled out and didn’t plunge back in again. Instead, he focused on an area at the top of my opening, moving his finger over it and sending shards of warmth spreading through my body.
Holy hell, that felt good. Nothing had ever felt that good. Was this where I was supposed to touch myself when I was masturbating? I really had no idea. I could have looked it up. I’d certainly been curious about it enough times. I just never wanted that as part of my search history.
Soon, my hips were automatically gyrating in response to his touch, and he let out another groan. That was when I realized I was moving along his shaft. But I couldn’t seem to stop myself. My hips were gyrating, and the warmth was spreading. It was like my entire being was focused on that one little part of my body.
I wanted this feeling to never end. But I was definitely building toward something.
“Ah. Ah. Ah .”
It was a weird noise, but I was making it, and I couldn’t stop the sound from coming out. And then I let out the loudest gasp of all.
A feeling so intense, it blew me backward against him raced through my body. He held me steady, though, keeping me from toppling both of us over. And he rode the waves with me until I finally stopped moving.
It would be a while before I could catch my breath. I knew that much. But in the meantime, I’d work on getting these clothes off.
I tilted forward slightly, planning to twist in his arms, but then I felt him remove his hands. He began working the clasp on my bra, and I looked down.
My pants were undone, but still completely on. But I could do something about that. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed each side and tugged them down, pulling the panties with them.
Tobias stepped back as I did the wiggle necessary to slip out of my one dress shoe and shimmy the rest of my clothing down to my ankles. I’d removed the boot while we were playing cards, knowing this was coming. Only as I stepped out of my pants and underwear did I realize how silly I must look. I was supposed to be turning him on, not making him laugh.
But he wasn’t laughing when I turned to face him, now completely naked. The look on his face was definitely serious, and the heat in his eyes was impossible to miss.
His gaze dropped to my chest, and I held my breath as I waited to see his reaction. There was only appreciation in his stare.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Perfect. Get on the couch. I’m going to make you come again.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but then I thought about what he was offering. That feeling I’d had just minutes ago? I wanted that again and again and again.
I did exactly as he said, sitting and watching as he knelt between my legs. It reminded me of last night when he’d lovingly wrapped my foot. He seemed to take the same care as he began kissing his way up my thigh, drawing closer and closer to my heat.
I wiggled a little as his hands looped around my thighs to still me. He looked up at me as he pressed his mouth to my aching slit.
And then his tongue made contact with my clit and sensations exploded inside me. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, my legs trembling as he flicked his tongue over that swollen bud.
It was amazing how fast my arousal returned. I should have been fully satisfied and tired, but no. I suddenly couldn’t get enough.
Within seconds, he had me rising again, climbing toward that inevitable crest. I reached up and grabbed the couch cushion behind my right shoulder, my left hand gripping the armrest next to me. My ass came off the couch as my orgasm rushed through my body, filling me with those now-familiar sensations.
“Oh, fuck,” I said, not even caring that I was using profanity in front of a guy I was trying to impress. He’d appreciate my enthusiasm, I was sure.
Finally, my eyes slid open, and I looked at him. Taking that as the cue that I’d come back down, he leaned back, smiling at me.
“Now I want you to turn around, your knees on the cushion,” he said. “Brace yourself on the back of the couch.”
Oh, he was going to do it from behind? Would that hurt worse for a virgin?
I wasn’t sure which way would be better, but I trusted him. I also kind of liked the thrill of this unconventional position. Missionary was for everyday people. With Tobias, everything would be extraordinary.
A few seconds later, I was in position, gripping the back of the couch, my eyes closed as I felt him move in behind me. He urged me to spread my legs a little wider, and I did just that, feeling weird about it. Did this look sexy at all? Probably not.
When I felt his hands on my ass, none of that mattered. He was touching me, and he was about to slide inside me. I gripped the couch cushion, just as I’d done before, but this time I was bracing myself for pain.
When I felt his tip probing my entrance, my pussy clenched a little. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him to fill me. I wanted him to go as deep as he could go and stay there. Basically, I wanted to become one with him in every way possible.
He didn’t go deep, though. Instead, he stayed at the entrance, moving in and out slightly as his hands began to roam. He slid them over my hips and up my waist, then cupped my breasts as he thrust in and out of me, not going deep.
“Does that feel good?” he asked. “Or does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt,” I said.
It didn’t feel good. Not yet. I wouldn’t expect that, though. I was just glad there wasn’t pain.
“Go a little deeper,” I said.
He couldn’t stay at my entrance forever, but that was exactly what he did. He was afraid to hurt me. So I took matters into my own hands. I pushed backward a little, just as his fingers began running over my nipples. That felt so good, and I tried to focus on it to help take my mind off the sharp pain that had just shot through me.
Yes, I’d gone a little too far. But there was no stopping now.
I gripped the couch hard, telling myself the pain would lessen. It didn’t, though. Seconds passed, then a minute, then two. I gritted my teeth and tried my best to ignore the pain.
But soon, it got easier. And then I felt one of his hands move over my stomach and straight toward that part of me that he already knew so well. Better than I knew it myself, actually.
His finger found my clit and began rubbing it, going in the same motion his tongue had used just minutes earlier. Heat rushed through me at the memory of my two orgasms. And that heat dulled the pain even more. I soon noticed he was holding still, letting me control the movements, and I did just that, backing onto him, then moving forward. Over and over.
I didn’t realize I’d gone even deeper until I heard him let out a groan. He was starting to enjoy this, and no doubt he was holding out.
His fingers began moving faster over my clit, probably hoping I’d come again. Oh shit, was he waiting for me to come again? I didn’t want that kind of pressure. I probably couldn’t do it, not with the pain. This was my first time, after all. I was officially no longer a virgin.
“Oh!” I finally called out.
And that was when I realized the pleasure had definitely overtaken the pain. I was feeling that warm, tingly sensation again. It started at my pussy and made its way through my body, making me breathe a little heavier.
“Oh fuck, that feels good,” I said.
Cussing again. This could become a regular thing with me. Dirty talk in bed. Or on the couch, as the case may be.
“Come for me, baby,” he said. “You’re so wet. You’re so tight. You feel so good.”
“Keep talking,” I said. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”
“I want to fuck you hard,” he said. “I want to break in that tight pussy and make it mine. All mine.”
“It’s all yours,” I said. “Nobody else’s.”
I didn’t know if that last part made any sense, but it was doing something to me, just knowing that he wanted to make me his. Knowing that he was the only one who’d make love to me for the rest of my life.
“Come for me, baby,” he said. “I can’t wait to fill you with my cum.”
I didn’t know if it was his touch or his words or a combination of both, but what I’d thought was impossible happened. My third orgasm slammed into me, making me cry out as I gripped the couch even tighter, focusing on the feel of his fingers on my nipples and my clit.
I was still in the throes of my orgasm when I heard him call out, and I knew he was doing exactly what he’d said. He was filling me with his cum. Someday, he’d do that, and we’d find out we were pregnant weeks later. We’d start our family right here in this town. In the same town where I would open my bakery.
Finally, too tired to move, we settled onto the couch, him holding me, my legs over his lap. He traced lazy circles over my thigh as we enjoyed just being together.
“You know, there’s still three-fourths of a cheesecake left,” I said.
He chuckled, and the rumble vibrated his chest against my shoulder. “Yeah, I was going to say I could have gone for an even bigger piece. In fact, I might have the whole rest of the thing eaten by the end of the night.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I can make another. With a baker living under your roof, you’ll never have to worry about dessert.”
“And that’s only one of the many things I like about you,” he said.
Soon, “like” would be replaced by “love.” I knew it already. I felt it. But until that time, I’d just enjoy getting to know him.
My life started the day I met Tobias. Everything that had come before no longer mattered.