Chapter 10 - Emma
As soon as he tells me he's going to apologize in every way he wants, he gets me over his shoulders like I'm a sack of potatoes. Marshmallow looks as astonished as I am and follows us to his office.
"Marsh, you are staying outside." He tells the cat before closing the door.
He lowers me to the ground and backs me into the door as his mouth rummages through my neck and he fondles my breasts.
"You are so perfect."
"You keep saying that."
"It's your fault. You keep proving me right."
He pinches my nipples and I moan in response, loving how good it feels to be with him. He loves me and it makes me want him so much, I feel desperate for him to be inside me, it seems I'll stop breathing if he isn’t soon.
"You're as desperate as I am, aren't you?"
"Yes!"
He slides his fingers in my panties. "Fuck, I can’t get enough of this pussy."
He rubs my clit and I already feel at the precipice. It's still hard to process how much power he has over me. How at ease I feel with him. But it feels right, terribly right. And I want him as much as he wants me and that's such a relief after I've been battling these overwhelming feelings this past week.
"August! Please!"
"I wanted to take my time with you but it's hard Emma. So fucking hard." He leans his forehead against mine. Then his fingers sink deeper. I cry out. His fingers leave me, and I feel so empty without them. He licks them without taking his eyes off mine and I'm even more drenched now.
He thrusts into me, and I feel his thick length on my belly. He doesn't wait a moment longer and lifts me by my legs, making me sit on top of the desk.
"From now on, all I'm going to think is about you spread like this, drenching my desk with your pussy."
"August, please, I need you." Because I do. I can't think of anything else.
I unbuckle his belt and spring his cock free, it's so much thicker and bigger than I expected, the thought of him inside me just becomes more urgent now.
I lay down on the desk, waiting for him, spreading my legs for him. When I finally feel him in my entrance, relief washes over me, the feeling of rightness settling over me. He sinks into me slowly and I feel myself widen to take him in, it's both painful and pleasurable. He watches over me, checking I'm okay. When I thrust upwards, he takes it as the sign it is and starts thrusting too. He starts slowly but picks up the pace and I'm all moans, my brain consumed by pleasure.
"Fuck!" There's impatience in his tone, desperation, it turns me on even more. "I'm not going to last like this Emma. You're doing so well."
"Don't stop please!"
He puts his hand on my clit as he thrusts into me, over and over again. His fingers on the most sensitive part of my body, his cock thrusting in and out of me, everything is too much but not enough at the same time.
"Come for me Emma, don't hold back."
And I do, screaming out his name and expending all my energy in savoring the electricity that runs through me as each of his thrusts sinks deeper and deeper, making me euphoric and lose all of myself at the same time. He doesn't slip out of me, instead he leans over to cover his body with mine. I hear his heartbeat matching the intensity of mine. He brushes his hand over my hair, soothing me, making me feel cherished, craving him again like I never craved someone before.
"I love you Emma. I don't think I'll ever be able to live without you." He traces my lips with his fingers. "I can't stop touching you."
"I love you too, August. I'm so glad I was stood up on Valentine's Day. Without it I don't know how long it would have taken us to find each other."
"I don't have any doubts that we would have though." He kisses me and there's so much tenderness that it seems impossible to think just a few days ago he was simply my dad's grumpy best friend.