“I know so. Yes, I was watching you. I was watching shitty footage of you on our CCTV because I couldn’t bear the thought of someone… unworthy… getting their hands on you.”
She shifts on the sofa, parting her thighs a bit as my hand resumes its steady climb. My heart rate ratchets up.
“And are you worthy, Luke?” she teases, biting her lip.
“Fuck no. I’m too old for you, for starters. It’s inappropriate in a hundred ways. I’ve known you since you were a kid. You’re my best friend’s sister. You’ve been through so much. But I never said I wasn’t weak. I’d throw myself at your feet before I let someone like Lazlo touch you.”
We’re practically breathing each other’s air now, as she stares into my eyes. I can feel the tension crackling between us but she surprises me by making the first move. Just as my thumb reaches the top of her thigh, she leans forward and presses her mouth to mine.
It’s tentative, for all of two seconds, before she slides her fingers into my hair and suddenly, I feel like a passenger. She’s driving this and I wonder how I ever doubted that she was a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to demand it. Any awkwardness evaporates the instant she touches me and I hold back a groan as she dominates our kiss.
It sparks something in me and I move, seizing back control and crowding her on the sofa as she makes space for me between her thighs. The invitation sends a bolt right through my cock as our kiss becomes a claiming. I move my hand back up to her jaw, cradling her face as we explore each other. There’s an electricity humming beneath my skin as she lets out a small moan that sends a wave of pleasure right through me.
“Come on, let’s move to the bedroom,” I say, breaking off and tugging her to her feet before striding up the stairs. As I turnback on the landing, she’s pulling her dress off over her head and I nearly walk into the bloody doorframe as I stop to stare at her.
Emmy in clothes is one thing – beautiful, of course, but familiar. Emmy laid bare is another thing altogether. She’s wearing a lacy bra and pants, sexy but demure, and she’s halfway through pulling off a pair of tights when she catches my eye and blushes. I swallow hard.
“Look at you,” I breathe, stepping closer to her as she now stands in my bedroom doorway in her underwear. She looks self-conscious but holds her chin up anyway as I openly admire her. She bites her lip as she reaches up and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor between us, then follows suit with her pants.
She’s got a soft belly, round hips, and a small waist. Curves in all the right places, softness where I love it most. I want to lick every naked inch of her.
“You’re stunning,” I say simply and reach out my hand. She takes it and I pull her into the bedroom, taking the opportunity to kiss her before I walk her backwards to the bed. “We’ll go as slow as you like, ok? If you want me to stop or you don’t like anything, just say stop and I’ll listen straight away. Ok?”
She nods at me as we reach the edge of the bed.
“I need to hear the words, Emmy,” I say, testing out my slightly more commanding tone with her. I need to know if this will resonate with her if we’re truly going to fulfil everything on her list.
“Ok, Luke. If I say stop, you’ll stop.” She sinks back onto the bed, propped on her elbows as she looks up at me. If I don’t get inside her soon, I might die. But I need to taste her first.
“Good girl,” I murmur. She shivers – she’s clearly never heard those words in this context. Emmeline Warner has a praise kink. God fucking help me.
I climb onto the bed as she parts her thighs, eyes going wide as I loom above her. I’m a lot bigger than her but I want herto know that she’s completely in control, utterly safe with me. I am still in my shirt and suit trousers but I’ll strip off once I’ve unravelled her at least once.
I press a soft kiss to her lips and then begin a trail of light kisses along her jaw and down her neck as she makes soft sounds of approval. I stop as I get to her perfect tits, unable to resist cupping them in both my palms and rubbing my thumbs lightly over her rosy buds. She squirms beneath me and I grin as I lean down and give her left nipple a long leisurely lick before sucking it into my mouth. Her body arches off the bed and she gives a little cry, before I turn my attention to her other nipple.
“Fuck,” she whispers, looking down at me as we make eye contact. I grin again and continue my trail southwards, pausing to lick the dips in her belly by her hips. She’s panting slightly as I arrive at the top of her thighs.
“Luke, you don’t have to?—”
“What?”
“You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to,” she rushes out, suddenly blushing.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Colin said men don’t like the taste of… It doesn’t matter. You can just, er, use your hand if you prefer.”
I swear to God, I’m going to punch Colin in the fucking throat.
“Emmy. If you say stop, I will stop. But if not, nothing is going to stop me from tasting you. Every inch of you. You’re perfect, exactly as you are.”
She gives me a slightly timid nod and then leans her head back against the bed with her eyes closed. I can feel the tension radiating through her thighs. I want to rewrite everything that that fuckbag ever taught her about herself.
Without pausing for any more chitchat, I lean forward and softly breathe warm air over her bare pussy. I hear a sharp intakeof breath as I part her and give her a long, confident lick right up her centre. Her hips buck and she gasps, her hands flying to her face.
I smile to myself and lick her again, this time pausing to swirl my tongue around her clit. She nearly shoots off the bed, and I put a hand firmly on her belly to hold her in place. I begin a firm, rhythmic pattern with my tongue, swirling around her entrance before looping back around her clit and within minutes, she’s panting heavily and squirming.
“Please, Luke,” she pleads, though I don’t think she knows what she’s even asking for.
