Chapter Twenty #2
There was no doubt in her mind that Deo was the man she was meant for, and she wanted so much to be able to say she belonged to him and only him in every sense, forever.
Deo tugged at her nightgown, so she sat up to help him get it off over her head. And she was so pleased when he removed his nightshirt and settled back onto her body with nothing between them. Yes! She exulted. It seemed she was to get her wish.
Deo resumed their kisses, his hands roving over her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts in a way she found delightful. Her breasts were small, and she had worried that they were inadequate, but Deo didn’t seem to find them so.
Deo ran his lips down her neck, which set tingles off on her skin and the heated ache between her legs intensified. “You’re so delicious, Em. I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, and she grinned with pleasure.
“So are you,” she whispered, her hands roaming over his big body.
His mouth continued south and when his lips closed over one of her nipples, she arched her back with a cry, as a bolt of aching heat shot to the place between her thighs.
His tongue worried at the nipple and his mouth suckled in an extraordinary way that had her writhing with need and whimpering like a puppy.
“Em,” he said breathlessly, transferring his mouth to her other nipple and continuing to fondle the damp one with his fingers.
The double assault made her buck under him.
The ache between her legs demanded something, some pressure, something!
She moved her legs, tangling with his and pushing up into his thigh when it came down between hers.
She made a sound between a moan and grunt, grinding herself shamelessly on his leg. She could feel the hot, hard length of his member pressing into her belly.
Will he take me now? Please, Deo! She panted, trying to move her legs to spread them for him, but he seemed oblivious of her efforts.
Instead of repositioning himself between her legs, he moved his mouth down to her belly in a series of damp kisses, moving slowly lower until his mouth was pressed to the crinkly hair covering her mound and the merest inch from the place that ached so ferociously.
In the next instant he moved a fraction lower and set his mouth right on that spot.
She bucked in shock. “Deo!”
He pressed her hips down with his hands and did it again with a muffled sound that was part groan, part expletive, she thought.
Then his lips parted, and his tongue touched her, just there! It was the lightest of touches, but its effect was devastatingly pleasurable. She groaned and gasped. “Deo!”
He did it again, and again, until he was lapping her flesh in a way that had her writhing and moaning helplessly.
It was the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced, and her breath came in gasps, her pulse thundering in her ears as the pleasure wound up and up into a tight ball and exploded, sending a cascade of intense tingles through her body in waves to her very extremities.
“Ohh!” she moaned, her body going gradually lax as a pleasurable lethargy took hold of her.
Deo sat up on his haunches and grinned at her, wiping his chin with his shirt.
“You liked that,” he said with such a self-satisfied air that she laughed.
“Yes, yes, I did.”
“Good. I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t resist tasting you.” He leaned over her, resting his weight in his hands on either side of her shoulders. His hard member was pointing straight at her. She reached out to touch it, and he jerked and groaned.
“Em!”
“Are you going to do something with this?” she asked boldly, hoping he would say yes.
“If you’d like to stroke me, I wouldn’t say no,” he said, panting a bit.
“Wouldn’t you rather put it inside me?” asked Em, stroking him gently with her fingers, running her thumb over the head, where moisture was gathering.
He bucked his hips with a groan, his eyes closing. “God, Em, you’d tempt a saint!”
“You want to?” she said, rubbing her sticky thighs together and continuing to stroke him.
“Of course I want to!” he panted. “I’ve thought of nothing else for days!”
“Well—”
“No.” He opened his eyes and visibly gulped. “I promised you all the proprieties would be met. We will be married properly before—oh God, Em!” His voice became strangled as she rubbed the crown of his member with her fingers.
“How do you know we are not?” she asked.
“I am almost certain we are not. I did not get your father’s permission. You are underage, Em. Oh fuck, woman!” His eyes closed again. “Finish me, please?”
She regarded him with a mixture of frustration and affection. And inspired by what he had done for her, she slid down the bed until she was positioned so that she could get her mouth on his member. Leaning her head up, she swallowed the head.
“Fuck, Em!” His eyes flew open, and he stared down at her, his hips jerking in reflex.
She grasped his length and sucked on the large bulbous head; it was the most extraordinary feeling to have it in her mouth.
It made her core pulse and ache. She could taste the salty sweetness of that fluid, as she moved her tongue against the hot, hard flesh.
“Em!” his voice took on a desperate note. “Your neck might get sore in that position. Move back up to the pillows.”
She agreed and elbowed her way back up the bed and sank into the pillows. He kneed closer to her, until she could take him in her fist and her mouth again.
Straddling her body with his knees, he grasped the headboard of the bed to keep his balance. With his great thighs on either side of her head, she was enveloped in the musky scent of his maleness, and it made her body pulse in response.
“Hold your fist against the base,” he panted. “That will stop me choking you.”
She nodded, moving her fist to the base of his member and taking more of him into her mouth.
She loved the feel of it filling her mouth.
Was this something like how it would feel to have him inside that other part of her body?
She couldn’t fathom how; it was so different, surely.
Yet she still found this arousing. Heat was gathering between her legs.
“I’ll pull out before I—” His voice broke on a groan as her tongue swirled round the head, and she sucked, imitating as best she could what he had done to her nipples. They were smaller, but the principle seemed the same.
He swore again. She had never heard Deo swear before; that was three times in as many minutes. He was clearly deeply affected. She smiled round his member, pleased to have such an effect on him.
Then he drew back his hips and thrust forward into her mouth and she tightened her grip on the base, allowing him to use her mouth for his pleasure.
She glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, and his expression was twisted in an almost feral expression of desire.
She had never seen him so aroused, and a heated pulse of desire throbbed between her legs.
His breathing was audible, and his grunts and moans told her he was close to losing all control as the thrust of his hips got deeper and more frantic, forcing his member almost to the back of her throat with each stroke.
He groaned loudly and wrenched backward, clear of her mouth, and she watched fascinated, as his member jerked, and gobs of opaque fluid spurted out the eye in several shots.
It was hot and sticky. A dob landed on her chin, and the rest daubed her breasts in streaks and blobs.
She watched as the organ pulsed, disgorging the last of its load, a final drop landing between her breasts.
Deo leaned against the headboard; his eyes closed as he got his breath back.
Emily traced a finger through the rapidly cooling puddle on her breasts and was in the act of raising it to her mouth to taste it again, when he opened his eyes and gazed down at her, his expression going from relaxed to horrified.
“Oh God, I’m sorry!” he said, his face flushing.
She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “For what?” she asked, sticking her finger in her mouth and grinning. “It’s still salty-sweet, what a treat!” She scooped up a bit more, and he just goggled at her, his jaw dropped.
“Here, let me,” he reached for his night shirt and wiped up the mess swiftly.
“Yes, I suppose I can’t eat it all,” she said, disappointed.
“Oh, Em!” He slid down beside her and pulled her close, tucking her face into his shoulder.
“What?” she said, slightly bewildered by his reaction. “Did you enjoy it?” she asked anxiously.
“Yes—yes, of course I did!” his voice sounded oddly thick, and she pulled her head back to look up at him. He blinked, but it didn’t disguise the tears in his eyes.
She put up a hand to his face, alarmed. “Oh, Deo, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” He swallowed visibly and sniffed. “You are the most perfect woman in the world,” he said, his voice cracking. Holding her tight, he buried his face in her hair.
She wrapped her arms round him and whispered, “You are the most perfect man.”
“No,” he sniffed again. “No, but you make me feel like one.”
She nuzzled into him, and he shifted to make her more comfortable. She yawned, the day’s activities suddenly catching up with her.
“We should try to find the rest of the cross tomorrow,” she murmured.
“Yes, we should. Go to sleep, sweetheart,” he murmured back.
She relaxed on a breath, and very soon sleep took her.
*
Deo held his wife—because, damn it, she is my wife in spirit if not in fact—and listened to her breathe.
I love her. I love her so much it hurts.
He was ashamed of his past weaknesses. His stupid embarrassment that had held him hostage for so many years.
Em’s reaction to being covered in his seed was so natural and delightful he wondered how he could have been so afraid of something so silly for so long.
I didn’t think I knew how to love, but she has taught me by the example of her sweet caring spirit.
Does she love me? She hasn’t said so, but then neither have I.
That letter from the solicitors must arrive soon. Then we can settle things, and I can say how I really feel and hope she feels the same.
He swallowed down his irrational fear that he was inherently unlovable.
If my parents didn’t love me, who would or could?
He pushed the painful thought away and took comfort from Em’s warm body pressed against his.
It seemed she could and did, if her behavior was any indication.
It would be nice to hear her say so, but he needed to be brave enough to tell her how he felt first. It was the man’s privilege and pain to risk rebuff.
He had thought to avoid all the messy complications of emotions, but he now saw how hollow and empty that was beside the richness that his connection with Em offered.
When they made their second set of vows, as he was now convinced they would need to do, it would be in a very different spirit from the first time.
He sighed and closed his eyes.