Chapter 39
“Own me. Just one last time.”
The words came out of my mouth with such eagerness. Emilio stood there unsure at first but then began removing his jacket and tie. I follow his lead, quickly undressing myself. No matter how fast we moved, it didn’t seem fast enough. Our naked bodies collided; Emilio grabbed my jaw and pulled my mouth onto his. Our mouths crashed together, and our souls felt connected as we gave into one another for the last time. If time could standstill to make this moment last longer, it still wouldn’t be enough. Without breaking away, our mouths devoured one another, and as each moment was savored, I couldn’t help the ball of emotion within me. Emilio slaps his hands on my bare ass, lifting me so that I could wrap my legs around him. I lock my ankles as he slams my back against the wall. His hands pin my wrists beside my head as his body presses against mine.
Emilio begins trailing kisses along my jawline toward my ear and down to my mid-neck, where he concentrates on nibbling. My hand on the opposite side finds its way to my breast, grabbing and twisting my nipple. Taking my free hand to place on his chest, I could feel his heart beating hard. Sliding my hand further down, I reach for his cock. In rhythm, I stroke his hardening shaft as he twists my nipple. The warmth of Emilio’s breath, as he continued to suck, lick, and nibble on my neck, was making me breathe heavier. Letting go of my other hand, I wrap my arm around his neck for support while his hand makes its way to my core, sliding twofingers inside. Everything was in sync, and I was on cloud 9. Tilting my head back, I began breathing heavier. Removing his mouth from my neck, he moved on to my other breast. I felt like I was on edge, but I knew I needed to hold out and wait for Emilio’s command.
The pre cum from the head of his penis spilled onto my hand and served as a lube as I continued to stroke his shaft up and down. I could feel my own wetness coming out of me. Letting out a cry of pleasure from the burn of his bite on my nipple made me grip his erection harder. Lifting his head, our mouths collided once again, and both his hands grabbed my thighs. My free arm wraps around his neck, locking hands with the one already there as Emilio places me on the floor.
The cold wood against my skin made me arc my back, throwing my breasts up into his face. Rather than ravish them, he takes it all in as though trying to engrave the sight into his memory. He hovered over me while balancing himself on his forearms. Our eyes met, and the usual hunger there was replaced by a look of softness that I’d never thought I’d see. Before it could choke me up, I felt him enter inside of me. Usually, Emilio pushes himself fully inside of me all at once without being gentle. This was a different experience as I felt every inch of him filling up my inside slowly. I thought I was about to cum right there, but I knew better.
“Bethany,” Emilio breathed as he slowly pumped in and out of me.
“I know,” I reply, exhaling.
A smirk crossed his face. I knew how he liked it. The need for us to finish simultaneously felt crucial, like it was the proper ending to our chapter. Keeping a steady pace going in and out,he went deeper each time, causing an orgasm to begin bubbling within me. The intoxicating pleasure felt like my body was breaking into a million pieces. Emilio began moving his hip forward quicker, and the steady pace was now turning into forceful strikes, his momentum unwavering. I loved every hit. I was panting as Itightened my legs around him to the point of pain and dug my nails into his back as though holding on for my dear life. Every back muscle clenched as he let out a growl. Heaving and sweating, he shifts his hands to grab under my thighs and lifts them so that his cock hits a different angle inside of me. Emilio is unforgiving as he repeatedly drives into me, losing all control of himself as his body collapses onto mine. My mind is spiraling from the tension building. His fingers flex on my thighs, gripping them as though he was holding on to ensure I wouldn’t just disappear.
The sound of our bodies colliding echoed in the room. The inside of my core starts to tighten, and I give Emilio a look. There is no way I would be able to hold back anymore. His breathing is harsh in my ear, and our sweat-ridden bodies are flush and heaving severely. He groans as he circles his hips as he remains deep inside of me.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” his husky voice in my ear made me dig my nails further into his back.
I nod in desperation. Emilio lifts his body and stands on his knees in front of me—my legs still wrapped around him. Pulling his erection out and then slamming it back in made me dizzy. Aggressively pounding into me, I close my eyes, throwing my back in a desperate scream.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
Forcing my eyes open, we looked at one another, and when Emilio nodded, I let the explosion rupture through me. I’m knocked out by a climax that rushes forward so fast I thought my soul left my body. Emilio lets out a groan and falls forward back onto me. We both were breathless as we lay there sweaty, slowly coming offthat high. Lifting his head, he looked into my eyes as though he wanted to say something. When no words left his mouth, I opened mine.
“I love you,” I say with confidence.
“Bethany–” he whispered.
“You don’t have to love me back. I just need you to know how I feel.”
Placing a kiss on my forehead, Emilio then gets up to get dressed. Pure silence. It hurt more than I thought it would, but I did this to myself. To expect a different outcome wouldn’t just be childish but selfish of me. This wasn’t what he wanted—I wasn’t what he wanted.
It was time to accept that.
Chapter 40
The plane ride from Arizona to Illinois was quiet. Using my brother’s jet plane, Emilio and I sat across from one another in a dead eye lock as the plane made its way down the lane and into the sky. The silence felt deadly, and I turned my focus to look outside the window hoping it would clear my mind. Never in all my time have I ever wanted something so badly and couldn’t have it at the same time. I thought it was one of those ‘you want what you can’t have phases,’ but that was far from it. Somehow, I managed to catch feelings for a man who not only I can’t have but also doesn’t want me in return.
My mouth was still red from the intense mouth-to-mouth back in the house, and I felt noticeably disheveled while Emilio appeared calm and collected. Not a piece of clothing out of place. With his elbow propped onto the armrest, he held his jaw with his thumb and pointer, appearing to be in deep thought; his knee brushed against mine, grabbing my attention.
When our eyes met, a lump in my throat formed. How was I ever going to be able to look at Emilio with a normal face? The tears bunched in my eyes, causing me to look away again.
“A pretty lady like you shouldn’t be crying.”
I felt something placed in my hands that I had held together on my lap. Looking down, I was a handkerchief, which only made this sting more.
“How are you still carrying these?”
“I’m old, remember?” he smiled.
Taking it from him, Emilio brushed his finger against my skin.
“You’re going to taunt me forever?”
“That’s not what I’m trying to do,” Emilio replied.
