Chapter 10 Emmie
EMMIE
Creed once again gets out and holds my door open for me. This is definitely something I could get used to. My ex wasn’t much of a gentleman, but this… this is nice.
He gently kisses me on the forehead and gives me a hug. “Are you sure you want to invite me in?”
I don’t even bother responding. Instead, I flash him a smile, grab him by the hand, and lead him inside my home.
“This is nice. You decorate really well.” Creed takes in my little entryway just off the living room.
“It’s small, but it works for the two of us. It was the starter home I thought we’d move out of once we had more kids…” My voice trails off.
“Do you still want more?”
I shrug. “If the right situation happens, absolutely. I always expected to have three or four. But things went south so quickly after Rowan was born that I knew I couldn’t have anymore with him.
I honestly haven’t allowed myself to think about it much since I haven’t done much dating. What about you?”
“I’ve always loved kids. And I think I’m an ok dad. My ex wouldn’t carry anymore. I had hoped for another one or two. But it just wasn’t in the cards, and I haven’t given it much thought in the last year… just trying to survive, ya know?”
“Can I get you a drink? Water? A beer? Wine? Milk? My options kinda suck.” I laugh to myself. I’m not a big hostess.
“All I want is you. Come here.” Creed has made himself comfy on my oversized chair in the living room.
“There’s not exactly enough room for me to sit beside you there, sir.”
Creed doesn’t hesitate to grab my hand and immediately pull me into his lap, causing me to squeal. “That may have been intentional.”
He takes his hand and moves a piece of hair from my cheek, gently brushing it with his thumb. “Tonight has been amazing. I never would’ve thought I’d meet someone like you when I moved to Spring Creek.”
“The night’s not over.” I remind him, my body filling with goosebumps from his touch.
Creed smiles. His genuine smile, not his smirk that he tries to hide behind. I lean in, one hand draped around his neck, and we kiss. It starts tender and sweet, but it’s not long before our tongues are intertwined and it’s a full-blown make-out session.
At some point, I have to pull away to get more air. Creed takes that opportunity to start kissing my neck, causing me to moan. Before I realize what is happening, he has pulled off my shirt and unclasped my bra.
“Sir!” I can’t help but laugh. “You think you get free access all of a sudden?”
“I’ll take off my shirt, so the score is even.” Creed returns my laugh while pulling off his shirt.
I reposition myself so I am straddling him on the chair. With free access to my breasts that are directly in front of his face, Creed takes the opportunity to shower them with attention.
“These are amazing.” He buries his face, using both his hands and his mouth to make me moan again.
Creed’s tongue circles my nipple before he draws it into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then with more pressure that sends an electric current straight between my legs. I grind against his lap, feeling his hardness through his jeans.
“God, Emmie.” Creed groans against my skin.
I reach between us, fumbling with his belt buckle. “I want to feel you.”
Creed captures my hands, stilling them. “Slow down, sweetheart. I want to make sure you’re taken care of first.”
Before I can protest, he shifts me in his lap, sliding one hand down my stomach and into my panties. His fingers find me wet and ready, and I gasp when he brushes up against my clit.
“Is this ok?” he whispers, eyes searching mine.
“More than ok,” I somehow moan back.
His fingers never stop their gentle exploration, circling and teasing until I’m panting against his neck.
“You're so beautiful,” he murmurs, watching my face as he slides one finger inside me, then two.
I throw my head back, rocking against his hand as he finds a rhythm that has me climbing higher. His thumb brushes my clit with each stroke, and I can feel myself tightening around his fingers.
“That’s it.” Creed encourages, his voice rough with desire. “Let go for me, baby.”
When his mouth finds my breast again, I shatter, crying out his name as waves of pleasure pulse through me. He holds me through it, his movements slowing but not stopping until I collapse against his chest.
“Come to bed with me,” I whisper when I can form words again.
Creed stands, lifting me effortlessly in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing kisses to his neck as he carries me down the hallway.
“Which door?” he asks, his voice strained.
I point to the left, and he nudges it open with his foot. The moonlight filtering through my curtains casts a soft glow across my bed. Creed lays me down gently, then stands back to look at me.
“You're overdressed,” I say, tugging at his belt.
This time, he doesn't stop me. Together, we rid him of his remaining clothes, and I take a moment to appreciate the sight of him fully naked. My breath catches in my throat.
“Like what you see?” he asks with a hint of that smirk I'm growing fond of.
“Very much.” I run my hands from his chest down to his abs, taking the time to appreciate this manly body in front of me. Then I gently take his member into my hand, starting to gently stroke him. The moan that escapes from the back of his throat tells me I’m on the right path.