Chapter Thirty-Two
Emily
I gasped when we stepped inside the front door, and I saw the living room lit up by strands of tiny white lights draped across the top of the curtain rods. On the coffee table was an enormous bouquet of long-stemmed red roses, and next to it was a box wrapped in shiny red paper with a big white bow on top.
“Blake?” I whispered, as I looked around the room. “What on earth is all this?”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Teach,” he smiled, as he pulled me to him and kissed me softly.
“How on earth did you do this?” I asked, confused about how he’d managed to get the house decorated without me knowing.
“I have my ways,” he grinned, before kissing me again.
“No, I’m serious,” I said, stepping back as I looked around. “How did you do this?”
“I called KO and asked for help,” he shrugged. “She had some of her friends come in and decorate after you left to come pick me up.”
“Ah ha, you have helpers,” I smiled, as the mystery was solved.
“I bought the flowers and wrapped the gift,” he said a little defensively. “They just hung the lights. Notice there is no fire in this setup.”
“What?” I said, before realizing he was teasing. I lightly slapped his arm as I laughed, “You’re mean.”
“Well, I figured you, fire, and holidays are never a good mix,” he grinned, as he pulled me to the couch and sat down. I joined him as he handed me the shiny box.
“This is beautiful,” I said, turning it over and admiring his handiwork. “You did a nice job, but you really didn’t have to.”
“I know I didn’t,” he leaned over and whispered, before kissing my cheek. “But I wanted to.”
I carefully unwrapped the package, and inside found a beautiful cashmere scarf and matching gloves in a gorgeous shade of cornflower blue. I wound the scarf around my neck and pulled on the gloves, marveling at the softness.
“Oh Blake, these are beautiful,” I sighed, as I reached out and stroked his cheek with a cashmere-covered hand.
“Mmmm, soft. Just like you,” he said, as he leaned in and closed his eyes. “I thought the color matched your eyes perfectly.”
“You’re so sweet,” I said, replacing my glove with my lips.
“How sweet?” he asked, as he opened his eyes and turned to face me. He raised one hand and gently trailed the tips of his fingers down my cheek.
“Very sweet,” I sighed, as I leaned into his caress, and then sighed as he took my face in his hands and bent down to kiss me. A wave of pure desire swept through my body as I felt his lips on mine, and I quickly pulled off the gloves and tossed them on the table.
“Emily…” Blake whispered into my lips. “I need you.”
“Yes,” I whispered back, as I opened my eyes and looked into his. “I need you, too.”
He quickly stood up and scooped me up into his arms in one swift motion. When I opened my mouth to protest, he silenced me with another long kiss as he walked toward the bedroom, where he gently sat me down on the bed and knelt between my legs as he began to remove my clothes.
He slowly pulled my sweater over my head, stopping for a moment to lean forward and run his lips across the tops of my breasts, making me shiver. Tossing my sweater aside, he reached around and unhooked my bra with one hand.
“You’re quite an expert at that, Mr. Gaston,” I smiled.
“Beginner’s luck,” he grinned. I chuckled softly as I shook my head and reached out to unbutton his shirt. Blake shook his head and said, “Nope, it’s my turn now.”
He stood up and lifted me so that he could shift me onto the bed and lower me onto the pillows. Again, he kissed me as he slowly ran one hand down the length of my torso and back up to lazily circle one already-hard nipple. The teasing was agonizingly exquisite, and I sighed as I gave in and let him take his time.
Blake bent forward and kissed his way along my jawline before running his tongue down the side of my neck. I could feel the line of fire he’d created crackling down between my legs as he covered one of my nipples with his mouth and began alternating between flicking it with his tongue and sucking it with his lips. A soft moan escaped my lips as he bathed the hardened nub with his tongue before moving to the other one.
“Oh God, Blake….” I moaned, as he moved back and forth between them, licking and sucking until the pleasure was almost more than I could bear.
I felt his hand moving down my stomach until he could unbutton and unzip my jeans. He sat up long enough to peel the denim fabric off my body, and then he sat looking down at me for a long time.
“What are you doing?” I asked, as he gently stroked my thighs, but made no move to go any higher.
“I’m drinking you in,” he said, sweeping down my body with a glance. “You’re so beautiful, and I want to fix this moment in my memory.”
“Blake…” I moaned, as he slipped his hand between my thighs and spread them. With his thumb, he traced a path on the thin fabric of my panties from top to bottom until they were soaked with my wetness. I writhed under his caresses, pushing my hips up against his hand, but he pulled back before I could find any relief in his large, solid hand.
“Mmmm, yes,” he murmured, as he leaned forward and kissed me again. This time, he slid his tongue along my lips until I parted them and let my tongue find his. Without leaving the kiss, he pulled his hand from between my legs and quickly shed his own clothing. Before I knew it, he had looped his thumbs in the side of my panties and pulled them down around my ankles as he buried his face between my legs.
“Mmmm, you’re so wet,” he murmured, as he reached up and spread my thighs so that he could have full access to what lay between them. The moment I felt his tongue on my skin, I began to moan, bucking my hips up to meet his expert tongue. He parted my lips and glided his tongue up and down between the velvety folds as he used two fingers to tease my now-dripping opening.
“Blake!” I cried, as he slipped his fingers inside me, but stayed too shallow to offer me any hope of release.
“Good girl,” he said, lifting his head to look up at me. “Lay back and enjoy it. You taste amazing.”
“Oh God,” I moaned, as he returned to his task, licking and teasing until I thought I was going to lose my mind. I could feel his fingers stroking my inner walls as he licked and licked and licked. I cried out, “Blake, please!”
A moment later he was beside me, kissing my lips and running one hand through my hair as he rolled a condom on with the other.
“Mmm hmmm,” I moaned, as I lifted my hips, urging him to give me what I wanted. He positioned himself above me, never taking his lips from mine as he spread my legs and rubbed the tip of his rigid shaft between my nether lips, coating it in my wetness.
He pushed a few inches inside of me and then held still. I could feel him hard and thick, and I wanted to thrust my hips up and force him all the way inside me, but he shook his head and continued his slow thrust, stopping after another inch.
“Blake, oh God, what are you doing?” I cried. “I need you! All of you!”
“I need you, too, Emily,” he murmured. “I just want to take my time with you. I want you to feel good.”
“I do, I do, I do,” I panted. “I’d feel better if you were all the way inside me!”
And with one quick thrust, he was.
I cried out as I felt him filling me up. Nothing had ever felt this good before. He began slowly moving his hips, first in small circles, and then up and down, pulling halfway out before pushing all the way back in. I could feel every inch of him moving inside me, stroking my G-spot as he maintained a steady pace.
Out. Wait. In. Out. Wait. In.
“Blake! Blake!” I cried, as I ground my hips against his pelvis, feeling the pressure bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.
And in an instant, I felt the wave move through me. Starting slow and deep inside and spreading out until it consumed my whole body. A loud moan escaped my lips as I arched my back and let go. Blake maintained his pace until I gripped his upper arms and moaned insistently, “Now! Now! Take me! Hard!”
He braced himself and began thrusting hard and fast. I could feel him going deep, and it pushed me over the edge again. I cried out as he moved faster and faster. The pounding of his hips meeting mine made me grip his shaft as he chased his own release.
He groaned loudly as he let go and followed me to the other side. I could feel him throbbing and jerking as he came. He held me tight as his hips continued thrusting forward almost of their own volition. I wrapped my arms around him and held him against my naked chest as we both lay panting as we tried to catch our breath.
It was a long time before he raised his head, but when he did, he cupped my face with one hand and kissed me tenderly.
“You’re amazing, Teach,” he grinned.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I sighed, with a weary smile. “You feel so good.”
“Likewise,” he murmured, as he thrust his hips forward again and made me moan.
We lay tangled up in each other for a long time. Not talking, just touching and kissing and enjoying the way it felt to have all the time in the world. Blake pulled the blankets up over us, saying, “I have to get home and check on Nina, but it’s still early, isn’t it?”
“Mmmm, dunno,” I murmured, as I snuggled up in his arms and rested my cheek against his chest. “Maybe just a little while longer?”
“If I have my way, it’ll be a lot longer,” he whispered, as he kissed the top of my head and ran his hand down the length of my body.
I closed my eyes and tried to let go of the fear that something bad would happen — like it had every other time that things were going well in my life.