15. Emily
Emily
2017
“ H ey, what’s up?” I hear James speak into what I’m guessing is his phone.
I go back to planning out activities for my class. I’ve been a kindergarten teacher for two years now. It’s been exciting, but also exhausting on top of planning our wedding.
We’re three months out from the big day. My dress has been chosen, along with the venue, guest list, the DJ, and our honeymoon hotel confirmation email was delivered to us this morning. I think James is just as, if not more, excited for our wedding. He’s been intrinsic in the planning and it’s a great sign for life as a married couple.
James’s voice rises as he tries to calm down whoever is on the other end of the phone. Putting my pen on the table, I get up and walk back to the bedroom to see him getting his shoes out of the closet. He must sense me because he looks up and mouths Liam , and it explains everything.
Kamryn and Liam have been on rocky ground for the past year. Whatever happened recently must have shaken him up. I go back to the kitchen table and pick up my phone to text Kamryn.
Me: Hey, is everything okay?
Kam: No. Would you mind coming over?
Me: Not at all. I’ll be there soon.
Walking down the hall to the bedroom, I go to the closet and get my shoes right when James hangs up his phone.
“Liam and Kamryn must have broken up,” James announces.
My shoulders drop. “Huh. That must explain why Kamryn was so agreeable to me coming over. Are you going to see Liam?”
“Yeah. But first I wanna make out with my fiancée,” James claims as he reaches for me.
I gasp faux scandalized. “You’re engaged? How could you do this to me? I thought we were getting married?” I wrap my arms around his neck as he maneuvers us back to the bed.
“You’re the one I’m marrying, ya goof. And then after we’re married we can have all the fun in the world trying to bring little you’s into the world.”
The butterflies that swarm at his words take flight making me fall deeper in love with him. “Oh, Mr. Hayes, you say the sweetest things to me.”
My breath is stolen when his lips meet mine. We breathe into each other for seconds before James’s tongue is probing at my lips, begging for entrance. He devours me like a man starved and I meet his intensity as I rise to my tiptoes. His hands slide to the button of my jeans and flicks them open, pulling the zipper down as his hand dives into the front of my panties. His fingers find my clit, circling, before dipping into my entrance.
James’s arm is banded around my waist as he continues to kiss me like he’ll never get enough. Like he’s starved for air and I’m his supply of oxygen. His fingers slide in and out of my pussy as his thumb rubs circles and flicks my clit. The pressure he applies is enough for my orgasm to flow through me.
My body shakes as I pull my lips from his to take a much-needed breath. “I thought you just wanted to kiss me?” I tease him.
“You should know I can never stop at a kiss.” He pulls his hand from my pants and sucks his fingers into his mouth. “Delicious. But I want more. Get naked.”
I shimmy my pants off as he works his own off his legs. My shirt and bra are next, and his top joins my clothes in a pile on the floor.
“On the bed Emily,” James demands.
I sit on the bed and slide back until I’m in the middle. Spreading my legs, I trail my hand down my torso; teasing my nipples until they’re hard peaks and down to my pussy, dipping a finger inside until it’s covered in my juices, pulling my finger out and swirling my fingers around my clit.
I watch him as he watches me. His hand goes to the base cock and squeezes. The perfect mushroom tip of his slightly curved cock glistens with pre-cum. James pulls and twists, his forearm flexing with the movement, as I circle my clit and build my pleasure back up by shoving two fingers in my pussy. The obscene sound pulls a moan from me as I throw my head back.
“Christ. Stop, baby. Are you trying to make me come before I’m inside you?” James crawls up the middle of the bed, stopping at the apex of my thighs.
My fingers are still moving in and out until James grabs my wrist and pulls my fingers into his mouth, licking them dry. When he deems them clean, he places my hand on the bed next to me and lays down, sucking my clit into his mouth with an enthusiastic energy that has my hips lifting off the bed. He wraps his arms around my thighs to keep me in place and holds me open with his fingers. Stiff swipes of his tongue against my clit has my hands fisting in his hair. He slides down and his tongue enters me over and over bringing me right to the edge when he pulls away and drives his cock into me.
“Oh god, you feel so good,” I moan out. My legs wrap high around his waist and I pull him down to where our lips are millimeters apart. The movement has James sliding deeper and I can’t stop from meshing our lips together. Moaning as I taste myself on his tongue, our tongues dance together as he makes frantic love to me.
We stopped using condoms a while ago and now rely heavily on my birth control shot. And nothing compares to feeling James lose himself inside of me. Like we have all the time in the world to stay tangled in these sheets.
James pushes up on his hands which angles his cock right at my g-spot causing me to moan his name. “That’s it, baby.”
His thrusts are now motivated with the sole need to make me come. He moves and sits back on his heels, grabbing and lifting my hips as he pounds into me. James knows what makes me lose my mind and this is the way.
“Fuck, Emily. Does that feel good? My cock claiming this pussy over and over? My cock painting your pussy with my cum. Does that feel good?”
My hands and fingers pinch and pull at my nipples as his dirty talk lands on me.
“Does my girl need to come?” Thrust . “Does my girl need to scream?” Thrust . “Does my girl need my cum sliding down her legs?” Thrust . “Does my girl need to feel me long after we’re done?” Thrust .
Tears leak from the corner of my eyes as I know this orgasm is about to be a powerful one. “James let me come, please.”
His thrusts don’t slow down, but they don’t speed up. “I need you to come too. Play with your clit and nipples, baby. I wanna feel your pussy fluttering around my cock.”
I do as he says because I need to come more than anything.
“That’s it, Em.” His thrusts get harder and sloppier as the sounds of our arousal and skin slapping together fill our bedroom.
“Oh, fuck James! Right there baby,” my orgasm hits me at full force and James pulls out. Sliding his finger in my pussy and prolonging my orgasm.
“Can you give me one more?”
My body is bone tired. But his body, his cock, his filthy words spur me on and I nod my head.
“Good girl. Ride me.” He demands as he lays on the bed.
Before straddling his body, I can’t help but wrap my hand around his cock. Our mixed arousal proves to be enough lubrication for my hand to slide up and down his erection. I bring my mouth to the mushroom tip, I swallow him to the root and slowly tease him with my tongue. Swirling the tip of my tongue over the slit of his cock as garbled curses spill from his lips.
James grabs hold of my hair and gently pulls me off his length. “Your pussy, baby. Let me come inside of you.”
I tease him with one last lick before moving up and straddling his hips. Teasing my opening with the head of cock before sliding down. I give myself a few seconds to readjust to him before I begin to move.
“That’s it, Emily,” James admires as his hands go to my hips and help me move.
My hands fall to the headboard as I bounce up and down on his length. James pulls a nipple into my mouth and my hips stutter their movement before finding it again.
“This view is incredible.” I look down and see James’s gaze fixated on where we meet.
“I wanna come again.” I’m almost desperate. My legs are shaking as I move up and down his length.
He flips us so suddenly I get dizzy. “You’re gonna come at least two more times if I have anything to say about it.”
My legs fall open as he holds my hips down and pounds into me. The force of his cock driving in has my toes curling as my orgasm pulls me over the deep end.
“Yes, baby. I’m right there with you.” His thrusts are more erratic as he chases his high until his body goes taut.
I feel him pulsing inside of me as our release spills out of my pussy. He continues to thrust lazily until our orgasms have faded. My walls are still fluttering with the aftershocks, keeping his cock semi-hard inside of me.
James’s hands slide up my torso and he peppers my chest and neck with kisses. Trailing up to my lips. I hold him to me and my hips move involuntarily.
“Baby, I would need at least thirty minutes to recover and our friends need us.” With another hard kiss, he pulls his softening cock out of me and looks down seeing our mixed release spill out of me. “Fuck that’s hot.”
Our eyes meet before a devilish smile takes over as he looks down again. His hand moves and swipes our release up before pushing it back inside of me. I’m still sensitive, bordering on tired and yet my pussy sucks his fingers in as he works my body the only way he knows how.
“I can’t come again,” I whine.
“Your pussy says that’s a lie.” James spreads out next to me and tips my face to his. “One more, baby.” He coaxes as our lips hover a breath away.
My hands trail up the side of his neck before I weave my fingers through his hair. Pulling his mouth to mine, our tongues tangle as the kiss deepens. His fingers massage my inner walls as he takes it slow. Slowly building me up before all of the attention of his fingers is on my clit.
Squirming, my hips lift off the bed as he pinches and flicks, strumming and rubbing my clit, over and over until I fall over the edge for the third time. My body is loose and I moan into his mouth before James breaks our kiss, looking down at his fingers. I feel a gush of wetness as my orgasm hits me again.
“Jesus Christ, baby. That’s hot,” James muses before moving and sliding back down my body. I hear him slurping up my release as my orgasm refuses to stop.
My head falls fully into the pillow as my body releases the last drop. With a kiss to my mound, the bed moves as James gets up to the bathroom. I hear the water running and then he’s back with a washcloth, cleaning me with care while observing the mess we made up.
“We’re gonna have to change the sheets.” He claims with his hands on his hips. James realizes the washcloth is no use and I can’t stop the laughter that escapes as I decide to rinse off in the shower and get dressed again.
Thirty minutes later I pull up to Kamryn’s tiny house. It’s a cute place for one person. It’s where she’s made a home that’s all for her.
Me: At Kamryn’s. I’ll see you in a little bit. I love you.
James: At Liam’s. He’s not doing too well. I'll see you tonight. I love you always.
Turning off my car, I take my keys out of the ignition and walk up the front walkway to Kam’s door. Knocking twice, before she pulls open the door. My good mood instantly plummets as I’ve never seen her look so beaten down.
“Hi, friend.” I greet her and open my arms for her to walk into.
We stand embraced on the threshold before I release her, walking over to her couch and I get her to spill. When she tells me everything that's been going on between them, I’m shocked. I never expected them to have these kinds of problems.
“He did not say that!?” My voice is full of surprise.
“He did. I know what I want. He wanted it too, but something changed with him. It’s like when his dreams failed mine should too. Am I overreacting? Am I being too hard on him?” It seems she’s never voiced these questions out loud until now.
“Kam, you know that boy adores you. I’ve talked to Liam and it looked like the stars were put in his eyes every time someone mentioned you. You also have a right to feel the way that you do.” I tell her as her phone starts ringing.
“It’s Liam.” His smiling face looks back at us as her phone is lit up.
“Answer it!”
“Hello.”
I pull out my phone to text James.
Me: Everything okay with Liam?
James: Not even close to okay. He just started rambling. And wanted to go for a drive.
Me: Try to get him to pull the truck over.
James: I’ll try, baby.
I tune back into Kamryn’s phone call. “Liam, what are you doing?! That’s not what I want! Liam stop the truck!” Kamryn yells into the phone. Fear takes hold of me as the realization that Liam’s erratic driving with James in the truck is a recipe for disaster.
I whip out my phone to text James again. The tears in my eyes make it hard to see.
Me: Baby.
Me: Please get him to stop.
Me: James, I don’t have a good feeling about this.
Me: Please get him to stop the truck!
Me: You prepared me years ago, but I’m not ready.
Me: I love you too much to live in this world without you.
“Liam please!” Kamryn pleads with him, begs him to stop the truck. “I want you in my life. I need you in my life, just not like this!”
I can’t stop the tears that are streaming down my face as I hear the back and forth of a volatile argument that James and I unknowingly got dragged into.
“Liam stop the truck!” I glance at Kamryn’s face and see it’s gone ghostly white. The phone falls out of her hand. Clattering to the floor.
It’s then that I know.
As the shock turns to numbness.
When I’m sure that the string that tethered us together is now severed.
Without anyone telling me.
That the love of my life is no longer a part of my world.