Chapter 29 Emil
EMIL
Iwas right.
It was a long day.
The morning I woke up with the plan to bring Gabby to meet my father, that was the dreadful thought I had. That it would be a long process with lots of talking to convince him that Sadie was an ally and a new member of the family. Making my case to him wasn’t something to rush through.
Now that the meeting and introduction had happened, I was smug about being right.
It was a long fucking day.
And it was an even longer night.
I hadn’t thought much about food during the lengthy meetings with my father, then my cousins. For her sake, though, I was glad that Allan was on task, bringing us lunch and then working with the kitchen for us to have a large meal.
Dinner seemed like a last-minute affair, but I was happy that it went as well as it had. My cousins wanted to meet Sadie more personally. Raisa and Gabby talked with her some too.
Lev and Misha were the stars, though, seeing how out of her comfort zone she had seemed when we shifted from talking about business to preparing for dinner.
Both of them were getting some extra gifts and rewards from me for being such good boys and friendly helpers.
Seeing Sadie holding Andre, who was so fussy and always stubborn to be the center of attention, filled my heart with joy.
Soon, as in very soon, she would be holding our child.
We didn’t want to know if it was a girl or a boy, but the excitement of our baby coming so soon had me smiling at the most random moments.
Still, after everyone headed to bed or to go home, I guided Sadie back to my room for the night.
I anticipated my father wanting her near so he could vet her.
We already were counting on talking to him some more tomorrow.
This matter of the Obsidian Eye wasn’t something we wanted to sit on for long.
I, personally, wanted to address the threat of a new criminal organization because they’d already targeted Sadie.
I wanted no specific danger lurking close by when she was going to deliver soon.
My father was a deliberate and careful man, and I knew he wouldn’t be rash in accepting a former FBI agent into the family. I suspected that he was already approving her thus far. If he had any serious doubts, he wouldn’t have let her stay at our intimate family gathering.
“What do you think?” Sadie asked me once I brought her to my room. Allan walked with us along the way, double-checking whether there were any other things he could arrange to be ordered for her, taking on the job of a butler more than being my father’s assistant.
Alone with her again, I was tempted to fully celebrate having her back in my life.
“What do I think about what?” I asked, reaching for her and holding her closer. Her stomach swelled too much for us to really hug tightly, but she leaned against me anyway.
“About your father and what he’ll decide about me, or us, or…” She shrugged, letting her worry fade.
“I think my father is a wise man. He’ll take his time to officially claim anything in terms of your being with us, but there is no way it’s not happening.”
She smiled up at me. “Oh?”
I nodded. “You are mine,” I told her.
She surprised me by lowering her hands to the waistband of my pants. “And you are mine.”
I stood still, watching the sly smile on her face as she unzipped my pants. Reaching up, she suggested that she was taking the initiative to come on to me and kiss me.
It was all too easy to lean down and meet her in the middle.
Her soft, plump lips brushed over mine hungrily, and I realized that even though she had to be tired yet from her weeks of being held hostage, she was too excited and determined to reacquaint herself with me like this.
“Sadie,” I said softly as she kept working on removing my pants. She freed them and pushed my pants and boxers down. My cock sprang out, hard and ready for her. But she gave up on removing my garments any further. Instead, she reached up to tug at my shirt, as if she were rabid to feel all of me.
“Emil, I need you.”
“I will always need you,” I said as she brought one hand back down to stroke my erection, getting a growl of desire out of me. “But it’s too soon.”
“Too soon?” she exclaimed, incredulous.
I smiled. “Too soon after all you’ve suffered. You need to rest.” I cupped her cheek, kissing her softly and knowing I was a fucking saint to suggest she take it easy. “You need to regain your strength—”
She pushed me toward the bed so suddenly that I staggered in my step. Clumsy and off-balance with my boxers caught at my thighs, I fell to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Does it look like I want to rest?” she asked, pulling her knit top off slowly.
“Fuck.” At the sight of her breasts practically spilling out from her bra, I shook my head. “Forget I said anything.”
She smiled triumphantly, framing my face as she stepped closer, between my legs, and kissed me.
“Look at you…” I kissed along her jaw, then down her chest as I worked on removing her clothes. “You couldn’t be any more perfect.”
“And all yours,” she whispered.
I grinned, loving the sound of that promise. “You wanna be my good girl, huh?”
She kissed me, letting me feel the smile of her lips as she stepped on one foot, then the other as I slid her pants and panties down.
Her belly pushed against me with us this close, but I solved the issue of not being able to reach her wet pussy that was already getting my fingers coated with her slick arousal.
“You know I do,” she said as I turned her slowly.
Urging her to straddle me, to sit on my lap, I angled my dick to rub along her entrance. I shifted my legs so she could spread out over me. But taking this slow wasn’t going to happen. Not this time.
“Then take that dick and put it in your cunt, my little agent.”
She gave me a saucy look over her shoulder. While she leaned forward to take hold of my cock, she smirked. “I’m not an agent.”
“You’re my agent now,” I argued.
“I thought I was supposed to be your good girl.”
I held my breath, tensing at the perfect glove of her pussy sucking me in. She went slow, moving at her comfort level, to ease the head in. Once gravity aided her and she was steadily sinking on me, I groaned out loud at the tight squeeze.
“You are,” I got out through clenched teeth, doing my best not to come too soon. “You are such a good girl, taking all of me.”
“Oh,” she moaned softly, leaning back to rest against my chest.
“Good girl,” I repeated, holding her to me and kissing along her neck.
She sat on me, her walls so warm and tight around me, fitted like she was made just for me. Between her sexy moans and the sharp breaths she let out as she slowly rode me, I was tempted to lose my control now.
“You’re such a fucking good girl for me, Sadie.”
“Hmmm,” she hummed, pushing back into me. Every grind of her pussy on me pushed me closer to exploding inside her. Each rub of her ass on me taunted me to smack those juicy cheeks and order her to go faster and harder.
She reached back, taking my hands to slide them from where I’d set them on her hips to balance her. One was directed to her breasts, but the other she placed lower.
Still kissing her neck and leaving wet, suctioning marks on her soft, sweet skin, I played with her to get her off quicker.
Her nipple begged for attention as I rolled it between my finger and thumb.
Her clit proved to be the source of extra stimulation she craved because she was nearly trembling with the urgency to come as I massaged it, then patted it.
“Ah!” She cried out at the first little tap.
“You going to be a good girl for me and come now, Sadie?”
She nodded, breathing harder and resting her head back against me. I could only see most of her profile, but of what I saw, her expression was one of torture. Wincing and straining to come, she looked like she was right there, resisting the high of an orgasm but determined to make it happen.
“Be a good girl and milk my cock, little agent.”
Her movements became jerkier as she continued to ride me.
“Fuck me, Sadie,” I taunted as I played with her and urged her to impale herself on my dick faster.
“I… I…”
“You’re going to be my good girl and fuck me. Fuck me, Sadie.”
She growled a filthy, sexy sound of need as she bounced on my lap.
“Come, little agent. Fuck me and come.”
Swiftly gasping, she did. Her pussy clenched me, gloving me and triggering me to lose my control.
As she sat back down, her legs spread wide over my thighs, one of her breasts filling my hand, she came.
The first waves of her climax had her crying out incoherent sounds of pleasure.
Maybe shock, too. I wasn’t any better or able to stay quiet.
Growling through the bliss of coming deep inside her, I held her on my lap before she’d tumble off and fall to the floor.
“Fuck, Sadie,” I crooned, kissing along her neck as she trembled and rode out the waves of her orgasm. Over and over, my dick twitched inside her. Up and down, our chests heaved as we caught our breath.
“That’s my good girl,” I praised gently, rubbing her arm as I moved my hand to her stomach. Letting her belly rest in my palm, I tried to support her and our child, so she’d be able to stay limp and lax on me, numb from the rush of orgasming so sharply.
“Mmm-hmm,” she agreed, smiling with her cheek pushing up against mine.
For several minutes, we sat just like that. Reunited and as one, like we were meant to be. Her shiver and trembles eased up. My head felt slightly clearer as I tried to slide out of her to clean her up.
A long yawn left her lips and I laughed. “I thought you said you weren’t in the mood to rest.”
She grinned slowly, melting my heart with how satisfied she looked. “I am now.”
“Then let me get you in bed,” I said as I helped her up.
“First a shower,” she suggested sleepily.
“Your wish is my command,” I teased in a low whisper, picking her up and carrying her. As she giggled and held on tight, I fell in love with her a little more with each step.