8. Chase
Emma was everything I ever wanted in a woman. When I took her out for ice cream, she was ecstatic like she’d never been pampered before. She picked out a fudge and strawberry sundae, nibbling on it slowly. Her laugh was like a symphony to me, her perfect body showcased in the denim shorts and tank top she wore was like my own personal drug. Her shoulder-length waves were tucked into a low ponytail with tendrils framing her face, and her pale skin had a pink hue glistening with a sheen of sweat in the July heat. Her hazel eyes looked like melting caramel, I could stare at her for years and never get bored.
I loved seeing the marks on her throat and chest from our previous night, I couldn’t wait to mar her skin with more. There’d be no question. She belonged to me.
The hours passed in a blur of laughter and dirty jokes, mostly from me. Emma had been mine since the moment I saw her. I loved her in the most unhealthily obsessive way and I couldn’t wait to make her love me exactly the same.
“I just love the thought of adventure, ya know,” she told me as she spooned mashed potatoes into her mouth. We’d gone back into the city for dinner, a cute place nestled on Sixth and Penn Avenue with the most exquisite food, “I think that’s why I love reading the genre. There’s the perfect hero at the end of every story and he always gets the girl.”
I nodded, finishing off my food. I loved hearing her talk about books, movies, anything really. Her angelic voice sent fireworks off in my chest. I couldn’t wait to have her writhing and coming on me.
“I think the only romance I’d read,” I sipped my Moscow mule letting the smooth burn of the ginger relax me, “is one where the villain got the girl.”
She blinked at me.
“What’s that face for? You look like you’ve seen something horrific.” I laughed, tossing back more of my drink. Her little features scrunched in dismay.
“You reading romance? I could never imagine such a thing,” she laughed snorting, “Oh God, I’m sorry. I only do that when something is really funny.” She snorted again covering her mouth this time in an attempt to hide the gleeful expression.
“I may not read romance, but you can read me any of those love scenes,” I leaned forward on my forearms. My face closed in on hers as her expression turned sultry, “And I promise you, I’ll make you come harder.”
Her jaw dropped. My cock hardened against the fly of my slacks.
“Remember what I said about blushing?” I told her as her entire chest flushed, “That you weren’t able to play coy with your cunt leaking my come?”
She nodded, her pupils dilated like a kitten with catnip.
“You’re blushing again kitten,” my voice thickened with desire, “and I think it’s been far too long since I’ve had you.”
The tremble in her hands told me she was ready to take this back to her place. I paid the bill, tipped the waiter double, and led her back to the car. The night air was cool compared to earlier and the walk to the car was pleasant. I held her hand and opened the door for her, treating her exactly how a delicate beauty like herself should be treated. We arrived at her building in no time, which worked in our favor as our breathing became more rapid and ravenous for one another. The tension in the car built up in anticipation for the explosive night that was sure to happen.
She led me through the lobby of the building I had watched her in so many nights before. I knew exactly which one was hers. We didn’t speak as she opened the door to her flat. It was as I expected, just enough room for her, with no trace of a man ever having been there.
Emma was a pace in front of me from leading me in. I wrapped my arm around her neck pulling her back against me and inhaling the scent of her floral shampoo, “Kitten,” I growled, the sound coming from somewhere low in my throat, “you have one minute to be naked and ready for this dick.”
I squeezed her subtle breasts feeling her nipple pebble under the fabric. She just nodded, her body trembling, the pulse in her throat rapid against my hand.
Emma was going to feel me for weeks after I finished with her.