Chapter Eight
Digger had never been this aroused. His dream woman … his all-consuming passion for years was pressed up against a door, kissing him like she was out of her mind with the need to fuck. He couldn’t think. He could hardly fucking breathe.
He trailed his tongue down her neck, following that with moving his hands slowly down her arms and across her breasts. The loud moan escaping his lips couldn’t be helped. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you?”
She shook her head, her beautiful dark eyes filled with lust. He’d been waiting a long time for that, too. To see her look at him that way. It was almost too much to handle. “All my life, Emmi.”
Digger massaged her breasts through the sweater, watching her face the entire time. Any sign of going too far, too fast, and he’d back off. As much as he wanted to possess her, he would not fuck this up. If he did, he wasn’t certain when or if he’d get a second chance. “I need to see these.”
When she didn’t flinch or protest, he brushed his hands down to the hem of her sweater and tugged it over her head. Smiling at the pretty lace bra, he eased the straps down over her shoulders, slowly.
“Digger, please … for the love of God.”
Dare he believe his ears? Was she impatient at how carefully he was proceeding? He cupped her breasts again through the lace. “For the love of God, what?”
“Fuck me. Please!”
He nearly came in his pants. Digger’s mind went blank except for unbridled lust. He turned her around and pulled down her jeans, taking her panties with them. The need to be inside her outweighed all rational thought.
“Condom,” she said, her voice breathless. “You probably want to use one, right?”
What? “Fuck.” He had to take several deep inhales before his brain would work. “Do you have any in here?”
“No.”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He hadn’t brought any with him. Why the fuck would he, after all? This was completely unexpected.
“I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. Shit. I’ve never had sex with anyone but Sam, and I know one hundred percent he never cheated on me.”
He’d had a feeling that was the case, but hadn’t wanted to embarrass her by asking. “Okay. Are you all right with me not using one? Because I can’t wait any longer.” He had to have her, right fucking now, and he suspected the information about Sam being the only man she’d ever fucked had slipped out only because of the circumstances.
“Yes. I’m okay with it if you are.”
Fuck it. He had no reason to think she was lying to him about being on the pill, or about not having any social diseases. “I am.”
Every fantasy he’d ever had surrounding this woman was about to come true. When he brushed his hands over her upper thighs, Emmi cried out in pleasure. It was too much. His self-control was fucking gone. “Bend over.”
As she did, shivers ran down his spine. He’d bet good money she’d never done anything this raw or spontaneous with Sam. He removed her bra and cupped her bare tits from behind, eliciting more cries and moans from her. His pulse raced, and sweat broke out along his hairline. “Oh my God, these are fucking incredible.”
“That feels so good!”
Digger massaged the mounds of flesh he’d longed to touch for years until he couldn’t stand it any longer. He pulled down his zipper and freed his dick before sliding two fingers into her pussy. The velvety softness was slippery as hell.
“Oh fuck. You’re so goddamn wet!”
“As if I can help that.”
He’d done that to her. Him. Daniel Basile. No one else. She did want him. His body, at least. And today he’d take that because the rest would come in time.
Digger gripped her pussy from behind and thumbed her clit, nearly coming on the floor when she moaned loudly and pushed back against him. He’d found the right spot so fucking easily. He massaged her clit for a few seconds, nuzzling her neck, but he was losing it quickly. He had to be inside her.
When he slid his dick into her pussy, she cried out and replanted her hands on the door. “Oh my God, Emmi. That feels so fucking good!”
“Good” was not an adequate word for the sensation of finally being inside his Emmi. Digger couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.
“Yes,” she whispered. “It’s exquisite.”
Exquisite. Digger took that word in and savored it as he held onto her right hip with one hand. He kept up the pressure on her clit while he fucked her, slowly at first, letting her get used to his length and girth. He had no clue how big Sam’s dick was, but he doubted they’d had an adventurous or exciting sex life. Oh, the things he would teach his Emmi!
But after a few seconds, it was almost too much for him to deal with. He’d waited so long for this, and now that it was here, he barely had any self-control. “Goddamn, you are so tight!”
How long had it been since she and Sam had fucked? He’d only been gone a few weeks.
“Oh my God,” she said. “Oh fuck. I’m coming…”
Yes! Was there anything more amazing than making a woman come? Digger didn’t believe so. When her orgasm crashed over both of them, he held back as long as he could, but it didn’t take long before he reached the point of no return. He pumped his jizz into her with loud cries that matched her own.
Her body was slick as Digger pressed against her, nuzzling her neck. They had nothing now except time. He’d take it slowly in a few moments when he fucked her again, and he’d test her limits.
The images racing through his mind of what he wanted to do to her sent fresh desire coursing through him as he picked her up in his arms. She laughed when he side-stepped to her bed.
“Is something funny?”
“The way you’re walking.”
“My jeans are unzipped. You want me to fall?”
“No.” She was still giggling when he dumped her onto the bed and tore off his clothes. She lay there watching him, sprawled out, with a very wanton look on her beautiful face. Her pussy was wet with his cum and her juices. Digger had never seen anything so fucking glorious in his life.
He knelt between her legs and clamped his mouth on her labia, not giving a shit that he tasted his own cum. Fuck it. She cried out and grasped his hair as he licked her clit and slid two fingers into her tight, wet hole. When he sped up the tongue action on her swollen bud, she moaned loudly and pushed her hips closer to his face.
Digger finger-fucked her in time to his licking, and as another climax tore through her, he made satisfied noises in the back of his throat. No fucking way had the asshole wannabe musician eaten her out like this. This was Digger’s specialty, and he was damn perfect at it.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Oh, holy fuck. How the hell did you do that? I never come this much in such a short time.”
Bingo! “I’m magical.” He rose up on his knees and sat back on his heels, brushing his hands up and down her exquisite, curvy body. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Emmi. Do you have any idea how many times I’m imagined this?”
“I think so.”
Digger shook his head. “No. You don’t.” He took one plump nipple into his mouth and sucked, hard. When she moaned softly, he swirled his tongue around the nub and followed that with licking the fleshy mounds, including underneath.
She grasped his hair again, so Digger moved to the other tit, lavishing the same attention on it. “Every day,” he said, in between licks. “Several times a day.” He moved to her neck, where he planted tiny kisses and bites up and down her left side. “Since you were old enough for me to legally fuck you.”
“Oh, Digger…”
That whisper, so filled with awe and desire, sent shivers down his spine. He moved to the other side of her neck. “And even before you turned eighteen, I fantasized about fucking you. About teaching you what it was like to be with a man.”
“I’ve only been with Sam.”
He lifted his head to gaze into her dark, beautiful eyes. “Who’s nothing more than a boy.”
She sucked in a halting breath and her eyes grew wet. “You don’t really want to talk about him right now, do you?”
Digger cupped her face and bit back the retort. She’d been the one to say his name. But in doing so, it gave him the perfect segue to drive home his point. “I want to talk about you. About what you need from me. From a real man.”
He was suddenly afraid he’d pushed it too far, too quickly, because the pain on her face was fleeting, but raw. “Emmi, the last thing in the world I want to do is hurt you. You’ve already been through too much. But I’m not going to sugarcoat this, either. That isn’t fair to me or you.”
“I know you want more from me than I’m ready to give.”
“And I will never stop wanting that. But right now, I will take what you’re able to give me. Let me make love to you the way sex is meant to be experienced. The way I’ve longed to do it for years. The way you deserve to fuck. At least give me a chance, Emmi.”
“And what if I can’t ever give you more than sex?”
Digger had no answer to that because it was inconceivable to him that he wouldn’t get his wish one day. But he had to say something, or this was over now, before it had even begun. “I will respect your decision.”
“Really?” He could hardly blame her for sounding skeptical as fuck, especially now.
“Really.” The lie slipped off his tongue as easily as the lies he’d told Tony about di Stefano’s death had. But what else could he say? She knew how he felt, and she knew he wasn’t going to give up. But these were the words she needed to hear right now.
And he needed to fuck her again. This woman belonged to him. She had always belonged to him, and he wouldn’t stop trying to posses her until she was his completely. It was set in stone. The wheels had been put into motion, and there was no turning back. Emmi would be his, body, heart, and soul. Digger would accept nothing less for his life.