12. Leo
Leo
The cabin door clicks shut behind us, and Emma solemnly sits down on the bed, staring at her hands in her lap.
"Emma,"I whisper."You can tell me anything."
She inhales deeply then blows it all out in a rush."Leo, I need to tell you... I'm a virgin."
Her words catch me off guard."Oh, Emma,"I say softly, moving to sit beside her on the bed. I'm shocked.
Her eyes are still downcast."It's not that I haven't had opportunities,"she explains, her voice trembling slightly."I just... I was waiting for someone that made me really want to. And I guess it never happened. Until now."
My heart swells at her confession, and I reach out to take her hand in mine."I understand,"I assure her.
My brain is buzzing with the news that Emma is a virgin. I hadn't expected it at all. The thought of being her first fills me with a mix of emotions—honor, surprise, and a profound sense of responsibility. I never imagined that someone as gorgeous, vibrant, and confident as Emma would have waited this long, and it's humbling to realize she sees something in me that makes her want to take this step.
At the same time, the primal man in me roars to life with a wave of eager hunger. Knowing that I'll be the first to touch her, to show her the depth of intimacy, is an incredible turn-on. My mind races with the idea, imagining her filling her and stretching her soft pussy for the first time- her untouched walls wrapping around my hard cock.
Emma looks up at me then, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears."It's more than that, Leo,"she says softly.
"Emma, it's okay. We don't have to do anything you're not ready for. I care about you, and I want you to be comfortable and safe with me."
"No, no,"she says quickly, her hand tightening around mine."I want to, Leo. I really do. It's just..."
I slide off the bed, kneeling before her and gently pushing the hem of her dress up her thighs. My hands caress her smooth skin. I press tender kisses along the inside of her thigh, trailing upwards along the silvery stretch marks that form a secret map leading to the ultimate treasure.
Emma's breath hitches, and she struggles to find her words."Leo,"she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair."I need to..."
I can smell the sweet scent of her arousal from her center, and my desire for her overwhelms all else. I knew something had been bothering Emma—standing in the way of her fully letting me in, of letting her guard down. Now that the cause of that shield has been revealed, I want nothing more than to wipe it all away, to kiss and stroke away all her concerns, and make her entirely comfortable with me.“Emma,”I murmur against her skin,“I’ll take care of you. We can go as slow as you want.”
She tries to speak, but her words are lost in a moan as my lips move higher. Her thighs tremble beneath my touch. My body is on fire and begging for more of her. The pulse of blood in my ears is echoed in my throbbing dick, and every fiber in my body is screaming at me to please this woman.
I slide her panties to the side, exposing her wetness to my eager mouth. I gently lap at her folds before opening her wide with my finger and teasing her clit with my tongue as she writhes beneath me. Her clit is smooth as silk in my mouth, and she tastes sweet and intoxicating. I can’t get enough of her.
"Leo,"she gasps, her hands gripping my hair tighter."Oh God, Leo..."
Her body is tensing, her breath coming in short gasps as I continue to lick and suckle. I tease her entrance with my fingers, circling at first before sliding one, then two, fingers inside her. She's so tight, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as I move them in and out, curling them exactly right to find that spot that makes her moan louder. Her eyes fly open wide when I do and she raises up halfway to look at me in surprise.
"Leo,"she whimpers, her voice hitching with each thrust of my fingers."Oh God, Leo, it feels so good..."
I can tell she's never experienced anything like this before, and it drives me wild knowing that I'm the one to bring her this kind of pleasure. Her hips begin to buck against my face, and I increase my pace, driving her closer to the edge.
"Yes, Emma,"I murmur against her,"Let go. Just let go."
Her breath becomes ragged, her nails dig into the sheets, and then she's crying out, her body convulsing around my mouth and fingers as she comes undone. Her orgasm is powerful, her pussy squeezing my fingers as her arousal floods over my hand.
"Oh, Leo!"she gasps, her body shuddering with the intensity of her release.
I give her a moment to catch her breath before I stand up. I take off my shirt, undo my pants, and let them fall to the ground. Her eyes flash open wide at the sight of my cock, and I can see a mix of fear and anticipation.
Emma sits up fully on the edge of the bed and takes a long look at my dick. I begin stroking it, unable to contain my desire. She licks her lips and draws near, her eyes ripe with curiosity and hunger. As she gets closer I manage to say,"Emma, you don't have to do that,"but inside I'm screaming that I want to fill up that sweet little mouth.
"No, I want to,"she assures me, those gorgeous green eyes looking up at me inches from my dick."Tell... tell me what to do. Let me know if I'm doing it right."
She takes me into her mouth, her warm, wet tongue exploring every inch. It is almost too much, her inexperience balanced by her eagerness. I guide her gently, my hands tangling in her curly hair as she moves.
"Yes, Emma,"I murmur, my voice husky."Yes, like that. You're perfect."
Her mouth feels heavenly, tight, and warm around my cock. I can sense her apprehension, but it's mixed with a desire to please, which drives me wild. She bobs her head, finding a rhythm that makes my toes curl.
"Emma,"I groan, trying to hold back."You're amazing."
She grows bolder, taking me deeper into her mouth. The head of my cock is at the very back of her throat and I see stars. Her fervor and willingness are pushing me quickly to the edge and if I don't stop her now, I'm going to cum.
I stop her movement with my hands tightly wound in her hair."Emma, I want to be inside you."
She pulls away with an audible smack of her lips and looks up at me with those doe eyes, heavy with desire. Then she licks me from root to tip before saying,"I'm ready."The confidence in that move, the way she's embracing her sexual prowess—my inner caveman is beating his chest in a display of testosterone. This girl is getting thoroughly fucked.
Then reality and logic hit me."Emma, I'm clean, but I don't suppose you're on birth control?"I ask, practically crossing my fingers with hope.
"Actually, I have the bar because my periods were so bad,"she replies.
There is a God, I think, and he is smiling down on me. Emma grabs the bottom of her dress and in one movement pulls it over her head and tosses it to the side. Her swollen breasts fall as they are freed and it's the first time I can get a good, long, look at her perfect rosebud nipples. She is a goddess. She scoots back on the bed and I slide her panties, wet from her juices and my mouth, down her legs before I climb on top of her. I position myself between her legs and I can feel the heat coming from her core. Anticipation coils in my stomach.
"Tell me if it hurts."I take my dick in my hand and rub up and down between her lips, my sensitive, swollen head equally matched by her sensitive, swollen clit. Her eyes close and I know she's ready.
I enter her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. She's incredibly tight, but her body is stretching to accommodate me. With each inch I press into her, I watch her expression carefully for any sign of discomfort. She's so wet, her arousal making the way easier.
"Oh, God, Leo,"she moans."It’s…I’m…so full...so good."
Her words encourage me to release some of my restraint and seat myself fully and deeply inside her. The sensation is sublime and I feel more than just the tight heat and wetness. It feels like…like…home.
I start to move, finding a pace that makes her gasp and moan beneath me. Her responsiveness sends thrills through my body. I struggle to maintain control, wanting to make this experience unforgettable for her but my balls are already impossibly heavy and tightening faster with every thrust.
My arms are on either side of her holding myself up so I can watch those beautiful big tits bounce as I pump harder and harder into her tense pussy. Her face is flush with want and I've never seen anything prettier. I want to please this woman in every way, every day from here to eternity.
"Emma,"I whisper, my voice rough with emotion."You're perfect."
My words seem to sink all the way down to her soul and she cries out again, her body tensing around me as another orgasm builds within her. Her hips start to move and I match her pace, driving her higher.
Her nails are scraping across my chest and the ridges of my stomach. She is a wild woman nearing the edge of release and my ego is bursting with satisfaction that these two orgasms belong to me. Two down and hundreds to go if I get my wish. I take one of her hands in mine and move it down between us to her engorged nub.
"Touch yourself, Emma"I encourage her. I see a flash of uncertainty and embarrassment cross her eyes but she complies after a moment. The resulting quiver of impending orgasm and buck of her hips is going to send me over the cusp along with her.
"Leo, I'm going to..."she starts, but the words are lost in a moan as she hits her peak, her body convulsing once more, this time around my hard length.
I can't hold back any longer. I thrust into her one final time, my own release washing over me as I cum deep inside her. The effect is overwhelming, an intimate connection that is both physical and emotional.
As the waves of bliss subside, I pull out of her slowly, rolling onto my side and pulling her into my arms. She snuggles against me, her curvy body puzzling perfectly into mine.
"Thank you,"she breathes, her voice soft and sleepy.
"No, Emma,"I say, pressing a kiss to her forehead."Thank you for trusting me, and for sharing this with me."I pause, taking a deep breath."I'm so happy you told me your secret. Now there's nothing between us."
I look over to see her reaction, but she's already fast asleep, her breathing steady and peaceful. I can't help but smile, feeling a sense of contentment I haven't felt in a very long time.
I'm a blessed man.
Emma lets out the tiniest of snores, and I stir from my sleep. The remnants of adrenaline from the storm still have me on edge. The events of the night replay in my mind, a kaleidoscope of worry and exhaustion from the storm, and passion and connection from my time with Emma.
As I lie there, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, a sudden ping from Emma's phone shatters the silence. I glance at the screen and decide to check it in case it's a message from Paul needing help back to the room from the medical bay.
But what I see steals the breath from my lungs and has my blood turning to ice in my veins. It's a message from someone labeled 'Parker-Editor' in her contacts.
Emma, haven't heard from you. I need that article on Captain Dreamy ASAP. Dig up all the gossip you can on that pretty boy. The public is begging for more info on who he's bedding- where, when, how- get all the deets on that freak in the sheets.
The words blur and float around on the screen as my brain desperately tries to compute what my heart refuses to believe. The realization crashes over me like a tidal wave. Emma is a reporter. She's here to write a story…about me.
I've been punched in the gut, the air rushing out of my body in a painful whoosh. How could I have been so blind, so na?ve? How could I have let myself fall for her, let myself believe that what we had was real? She's exactly like all the other fake people and gossip seekers who surround me, using me for their own gain.
What was she planning on writing about me? More"Captain Dreamy"fluff that cheapens my actual hard work and position? A salacious gossip column about her bedding the captain herself for some cheap thrills? Vomit rises in my throat at the thought.
I look at Emma, her face peaceful and innocent in sleep framed by a mess of curls. How could she lie to me? How could she betray me like this?
I need to get out of here. I slide out of the bed and reach for my clothes, trying to leave as quietly as possible.
I hear Emma stir and mumble,"Are you needed on the bridge?"
Fury rises in me, but I clench my teeth and ignore her. Then, she sits up, the sheet wrapped around her, and sees my stony demeanor."What's wrong?"
I ignore her, heading for the door. She asks again, more urgently,"Leo, what's wrong?"
I pause at the open door, looking back at her with a cold, hard stare."I know what you are,"I say, my voice laced with venom."And I know what you're doing here."
With that, I walk out, letting the door slam shut behind me. As my feet pounds down the hall, my heart feels like it's been ripped out of my chest. I trusted her, I cared for her, and she had been playing me right from the start.
And they call me a playboy…