Emory

 

Forever is what my heart is offering yours…

 

 

 

 

When we finally get everyone out of the house, we have a race to see which one of us can make it to the bedroom first. As I stumble over the threshold, I rip my shirt over my head, and rush for the bed. As I leap and fly through the air, he grabs a hold of my ankle and twists my body, to where I land on my back instead of my stomach as intended. I giggle out loud at the quick change of direction and he flies on top of me.

“I need you, baby,” he says, and the desperation in his voice tells me how much he really does.

“Then take me,” I reply. He grabs the button of my jeans and pulls so hard that the button pulls through the loop in one tug. I gasp at the determination I see in his eyes, this is going to be a hard and raw fucking, there will be no making love tonight. The heat radiating off of him makes me wild and wet. I lick my lips and he growls at the action. He leans down and grabs my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls on it, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to get my heart rate to skyrocket. I push my tongue between his lips and we duel for possession of each other’s mouths. I want to submit to him and see how far he’s wanting to take his domination of me. We release each other’s lips and he trails his mouth down my cheek, lightly nipping on my jaw and neck. He makes his way down my chest and puts his hands behind my back and unclasps my bra. I feel it as he pushes it down my shoulders and arms and throws it on the floor next to the bed. My back arches as my breasts search for the heat of his mouth. He takes one of them and sucks and pulls my nipple into the heat of his mouth. He’s not gentle in his taking, which makes me want to pounce on him. The desperation in the way he’s taking control of my body makes me hornier than I’ve ever been in my life. He moves over and gives my other breast the same treatment. I feel myself soaking my underwear and I can’t wait until they are removed from my body and I have him buried between my legs. I try to move my legs to relieve some of the tension built in my body, but he’s lying between my splayed thighs, so I can’t move.

“Patience,” he says, as he feels my body writhing underneath him.

“I’m so fucking turned on, I need to feel you inside of me,” I reply.

He laughs at me, which makes me want to shove a sock in his mouth, there’s nothing funny about the desire going through my body. My breathing becomes erratic, and it’s taking everything within me not to pull a dominatrix move. I visualize throwing him over onto his back and having my way with him. He finally takes my panties by their side straps and pulls them seductively down my hips, I raise my hips trying to help him get rid of them quicker. The offending object finally makes its way down my legs and I kick them to the side when they’re dangling off my foot.

“Please, now, Marcus!”

“Dessert first,” he says, as he kisses his way up my leg from my foot. I growl out in frustration as he slowly, and methodically, climbs up and places his mouth where I need him the most. He licks from bottom to top and I let out a sob of relief. He grabs a hold of my nub and sucks it into his mouth.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I cry out. “Don’t stop, that feels so good,” I inform him. My head sways from one side to the other on my pillow. I look down, so I can watch the way he’s devouring me, from the inside out. I see his hips shifting on the bed, and know he’s trying to give himself some sort of relief. He licks me, sucks me and nips me until an orgasm crashes over me and I scream out his name, “Yes, God yes, Marcus!”

“I’m going to fuck you now, turn over and get on your hands and knees,” he demands, as he grips my hips, and helps me roll over. “Stay still and don’t move,” he says, as he lines himself up at my entrance. Before I have a chance to respond, he drives himself inside of me to the root. I cry out in pleasure and pain, he’s never taken me in this manner before, and I’m loving it. He pumps in and out of me with a vengeance. I have to put my hand up to hold onto the headboard to keep my head from slamming into the headboard. His brutal force is making my orgasm that’s been teetering on the edge since his first thrust hit me hard. I feel the way my pussy grips him, not wanting to let him leave. It wants to hold him hostage and never let go, something I’m in complete agreement with.

“Relax, let me back in,” he hisses out between his teeth. I force my muscles to relax, which is a hard feat, seeing as I’m coming down from one of the most explosive orgasms I’ve ever experienced. I breathe in and out, and concentrate on letting him back in, and once I do his pace increases, and I can hear his breathing become harsh, and uneven. “Fuck yes!” he calls out as he finds his release. He lays over my body, his arms on either side of me. “I love you so fucking much, Emory.”

“I love you too,” I pant out, between raspy breaths. He rolls over to his side and pulls me over to where I’m practically laying on top of him.

“I’m so relieved that they’ve been caught, but I have this deep-rooted fear that they’ll manage to get away again,” he confides in me.

“But they won’t, baby, I’ll tell you why I believe this to be true. When he escaped last time, he didn’t have the amount of people watching, and keeping an eye on him, nor her. She wasn’t even a blip on the radar, no one viewed her as a threat. They thought she was misguided and would move on. No one imagined that she’d see him as being right and want to get him out and help him plot his revenge. She’s sick, Marcus. She sees him as some sort of God to be worshipped, she needs help and I hope that she gets that where she ends up. The way she’d look at him, and do his every bidding, isn’t normal—it’s tragic. This time around, though, we will all be keeping tabs on where they are and making sure they stay put where they belong.”

“I know that here,” he says, pointing to my head, “but here,” he pounds his fist on his chest, “I’m scared.”

“After everything that’s happened today alone, that’s understandable. But we have to keep living, we have to keep moving forward. Our daughter needs us to show her how it’s done.”

“Our daughter,” he says under his breath. “I love her as if she is my own, but she’s not, she’s Sherry’s baby girl. I hate that I have to, in a way, take his place. He should be here, alive and raising her. I can’t help but wonder if she’ll feel that loss deeply, or if we’ll somehow be able to soothe that ache that will grow in her chest.”

“She may not carry our blood in her veins, Marcus. But we’re honoring her parents’ wishes and raising her as if she does. She deserves that, we don’t want to look at her with sorrow, and force her to feel the loss that you feel. We need to let her be a kid, wrap her in our love and guide her the way our parents did us. We’ll treat her no differently than we would if she was our own.”

“No we won’t,” he agrees. “One day we’ll tell her about them, but until that day comes, we’ll love her hard and she’ll never feel the difference of not having her biological parents raising her. I know I need to stop thinking the things that I do, but I worry so much about how accepting she’ll be once she learns the truth.”

“She’ll accept us, Marcus, because we stepped up. We never once thought about abandoning her or letting the state place her in a home. For that alone, she’ll respect us and know how deeply we care and love her.”

“We sure are using and thinking the word love a lot,” I tease her.

“That’s because our heart is full. There is no stronger word written that describes the way we feel about each other or our family. That one word is what helps people feel. It helps us develop and find our happily ever after’s.”

“I know I’ve definitely found mine,” I tell her.

“Ditto, baby,” she says, giving me a wink and suddenly, I find myself hard once again.

“You ready for round two, Em?”

“Hell yeah I am,” she says, and squeals when I roll her on her back and attack her with my hands and mouth.