Chapter 14
Lucas
It’s now been over a year since Emma left me, and I’m still struggling.
Still trying to forget her.
Her smile could light up the world.
The only one that could light up my world.
My iPhone rings startling me out of my trance.
"Lucas Reid speaking," I say politely and professionally, not recognizing the number.
"Hello, Lucas. This is Aidan from Sovereign Wineries in California,” an unfamiliar voice says to me. “We would like to invite you to a wine promotion event we are holding next month. We’ve heard about your winery and would like an opportunity to pick your brain along with a few other winemakers and to discuss a collaboration that would be mutually beneficial. All expenses will be taken care of by us. We just want the opportunity to discuss this collaboration with you.”
California – my stomach jolts and twists even as I say the name silently.
I haven't been there since Emma.
I silently wonder how she is doing…
If she is happy…
I haven’t allowed myself to check to see how she is doing with her restaurant.
My heart turns over painfully in my chest. I knew that if I checked on her progress, just once, that it wouldn’t be just the one time.
I would become her stalker from afar.
Clearing my throat, I state, "I have a service manager that would benefit from this event. She’s expanding her wine knowledge and this may be beneficial to her as we are now training her to move into the production area of my wine business. I would, of course, pay for her expenses to attend."
There’s a moment's pause before he replies, "Certainly. I’ll send you an email with all of the information and dates."
After I give him my email, and the call is disconnected, my mind can’t help but think of Emma as I contemplate that both of us will be in the same city.
Would she want to see me?
Would I want to see her?
Shaking my head, I immediately push away any thought of contacting her.
No good would come of it.
Especially if she was with Eric.
So, I resolutely make up my mind to not give into the temptation to make contact with her. I’d only make a further fool of myself if I did because I’d beg her to come back to me.
But the following month when I arrive in LAX and walk off the plane with Sarah, I can’t help but once again be tempted to contact her as I step into the restroom and open up her contact details on my iPhone. Her face, so happy looking back at me, fills my screen.
I’d snapped the picture one afternoon after we had finished lunch in the vineyard. She’d straddled me as I’d lain underneath her with her long hair falling all around us, cocooning us as the sun beamed down on us. I’d wanted to savor that moment, so I’d reached for my iPhone and snapped a picture of her face. Afterwards, she’d placed both of her hands in mine, extending my arms above my head as she leaned down to place gentle nibbling kisses all along my jawline. I hadn’t stopped her, only encouraged her by lifting my hips when she had released one of my hands to reach down to unzip my jeans before she pushed them down over my hips. My eyes squeeze shut as I remember how she then shifted, moving down my body, grasping my cock tightly in her hand before placing gently nibbling kisses on the very tip.
Shaking, the memories overwhelming me, I hastily shove my phone in the back pocket of my jeans.
If she could still affect me this much with only just a memory after all of this time, contacting her would destroy me.
Hastily, before I can change my mind, I leave the restroom. I avoid Sarah’s eyes as we wait for our luggage, not wanting her to see how close to the surface my feelings are right now. After clearing customs, we are met by a chauffeur who ushers us immediately to lunch at a restaurant in downtown LA. Three men and two women are waiting for us, already seated at a table, along with four vacant seats.
I introduce myself and Sarah, thereby launching into a discussion about my winery and restaurant as I answer their questions.
I’m in the middle of an immediately forgotten sentence as I glance up and once again Emma rocks my whole world.
Walking towards our table, being guided by Eric who is intensely holding my eyes, is the only woman in the world for me.
I forget where I am.
My stomach threatening to vomit as it roils.
I know she is just as surprised to see me when her eyes collide with mine, filling with panic.
But I don't look away.
Because I’m unable to look away even though seeing her with him is slowly tearing me, piece by piece, apart.
Instead, my eyes greedily soak her up.
She’s even more beautiful than I remember as I watch her move across the restaurant.
Moving closer to me…
My heart races, and for me it’s as if there is no one else around, as I watch her turn her attention to the floor, cautiously navigating her way to our table. I allow my eyes to rove over the body that keeps my nights sleepless.
I’m off balance, my unfinished sentence still hanging in the air as the other occupants of the table wait in the awkward silence
"Sorry we are late but we had car issues," Eric takes the opportunity in the pause in the conversation to say apologetically as he pulls a chair out for Emma directly across from me before seating himself.
“This is Emma, my partner,” he introduces Emma quickly to the table, his eyes sliding to mine, watching my reaction.
Cocky bastard, – I silently seethe.
I wrap my hands around the arms of my chair to keep from reaching out across the table to wrap them around his neck.
I have to force myself to remain civil.
But it takes everything in me to remain seated across from him…
From her…
I watch, gritting my teeth as Eric settles further in his chair next to her, his arm coming up to rest easily behind Emma. He is so comfortable in the move that he looks like he is used to doing it.
I picture myself ripping that arm off his body.
"Lucas," I hear Sarah whisper, before she gently kicks me under the table.
I look at Sarah, completely forgetting that I was in the middle of a business discussion.
But anger is seething through me and I know I can’t continue.
And jealousy is eating me alive.
Sarah’s gaze is penetrating for a moment. Then she forces a smile at me briefly, hiding the confusion she feels as she silently lets me know she is going to take over, before she turns to look at the other members around the table.
"As Lucas was saying, Reid Vineyards will be moving forward into ice wine production within the year. The market for this type of wine, Lucas feels, is expanding. Given our cold Canadian winters, this is something he feels he can tap into." Sarah continues to talk but I completely zone out. My mind is not able to focus on anything but Emma, sitting across the table from me, with Eric's god damn arm still laying across the back of her chair, as she tries her best to avoid my gaze.
God, she's beautiful, - my mind whispers.
Does she ever miss me?
My heart beats, hurting in my chest.
Despite my anger, having her physically in front of me is making my body, my mind, react on its own.
She has always done that to me. From the first day that I met her, Emma has always had the ability to make me forget all normal thought processes whenever she was in the same room as me.
I can only think, remember, how being with her – how she felt underneath those clothes – so smooth skinned yet strong as I gently stroked her skin, silently thankful that she was mine, after each time we made love.
Why did you have to leave me? – my heart silently calls out to her from across the table.
And it’s as if she has heard me as her eyes come to mine.
I see exactly what I’m feeling reflected in her eyes.
Pure, sheer torture.
And pain.
Sarah finishes her unpracticed speech next to me and Emma releases herself from my gaze.
A pulse beats in my head as Eric now draws the conversation to him.
But Emma seems to have the same affliction I have as she remains silent, sitting too god damn close to him.
My emotions swing, and I’m sadistically happy that I’m not the only one affected.
I watch as Emma uncomfortably glances around the table at everyone but me. Her eyes settle for a moment on Sarah. Hating myself even as I do it, but wanting to see what her reaction would be, I put my arm on the back of Sarah's chair. I again, sadistically watch as Emma's eyes stray to my arm, then up to meet my gaze. She holds my gaze for a moment, and the deep sadness I see there, momentarily pulls me in.
We calmly watch each other across the table – assessing each other – now like two strangers, even though once we were so entangled I never knew where I ended, and she began.
Not able to take it any longer after a few minutes, I break my gaze away from her.
I suddenly need a break, unable to keep up this farce of pretending that the only woman I ever loved is not sat across the table from me. Leaning over, I whisper in Sarah's ear that I’m going to the restroom, glancing over to watch how Emma flinches when my lips almost touch Sarah’s ear.
Ah! So, someone's jealous, - I silently seethe.
Dropping Emma's gaze, I push back my chair and quietly withdraw from the table. I want to head straight for the entrance door, done with this lunch meeting, but I know I’m unable to leave. It wouldn’t be fair to Sarah to leave her there to try to explain why I hadn’t returned.
Plus, now that I’ve seen Emma, I can’t just walk out that door and not look back.
Instead, I head into the men's washroom and splash water onto my face. Looking into the mirror, I grasp both sides of the sink. Sitting there watching Emma with him is eating me alive.
"You can get through this," I reprimand myself through clenched teeth. Splashing more water onto my face, I dry it with a paper towel before heading back out to the table, this time braced for an interaction.
Emma once again avoids my gaze as I take my seat across from her.
I stare at her, willing her to now look at me.
Our food arrives and it disappears, uneaten, as I continue to stew silently through the lunch meeting.
Does she ever think about how she let me touch her? - I silently wonder, my gaze moving down to her breasts.
I feel myself harden, remembering the softness of those globes as I’d once thrust myself between them as she held them with her hands, fulfilling a fantasy that I’d admitted to her once.
I shift a little in my chair.
My mind flows back to our first time together in my hot tub as I continue to stare across the table at her. I remember how she opened herself up to me. How soft, velvety, and smooth she felt wrapped around my cock, the way her breasts swayed with my every thrust.
Her soft pants.
My hard-on throbs even more painfully against my pants.
"Ummm...yes..." Emma says, clearing her throat causing my mind to jolt back to the present. "I do have a small amount of knowledge of wine, no formal training, but I’m able to do wine and food pairings for the novice learner. However, we employ a sommelier to oversee most of the pairings."
Her voice flows around me, through me.
How could she have left me? Gave up on us? - I fume silently.
I continue to listen to her voice as Emma answers more questions, becoming more and more entranced with her, and just like she has always done, she slips beneath my skin as I feel the craving for her begin to overwhelm me.
This year apart has brought some changes to her. If possible, she has become more confident as a business woman, more knowledgeable in the wine business. Before the questions move on to Eric, Emma excuses herself from the table. I watch as Eric reflexively pulls her chair out for her, gritting my teeth as he smiles warmly at her as she walks away. It kills me that he has touched her softness, tasted her.
She was supposed to be mine.
Always and only mine.
As Eric speaks, I notice how he makes constant reference to Emma and how much he attributes the success of the restaurant to her.
It irks me.
"If any of you are available, Emma and I would love to host you at the restaurant tonight, " Eric suggests smoothly. Everyone, except Sarah and I, readily agree.
Looking straight at me, Eric asks, "How about you Lucas? Are you able to make it?"
He is taunting me, baiting me to see if I’m still interested in Emma. For a moment, I consider telling him to go fuck himself, but I know I can't stay away now that I’m here.
I have to go see Emma's business…
What she left me for.
Holding his gaze, I reply in a cool and calm tone, "Yeah, I'll be there."
Moving his gaze to Sarah, Eric asks, "And you, Sarah?"
Sarah's worried and inquiring gaze, which has been continuously coming back to my face since I came back from the restroom, replies, "Yes, I'll be there."
Nodding, Eric stands to shake hands with everyone at the table as Emma returns. He pointedly takes the interruption of her arrival to avoid shaking mine.
"Ah, Emma," Eric says, smiling widely, "Everyone will be joining us for dinner at Magnum & Steins this evening."
Emma's shocked gaze becomes riveted on my face.
I smile…
Mockingly.
Emma, my sweet Emma, only straightens her spine as she smiles a wide smile, mocking me right back before turning to address the rest of the table, "I can't wait to host all of you. How does 7:30 sound to everyone?"
Everyone nods their approval of the meeting time, except me. But Emma doesn't look for my approval as she says to Eric, "I have some things I need to do this afternoon. Can you drop me at the restaurant?"
Eric nods, and saying goodbye to everyone, he places his hand on the small of Emma's back as they take their leave.
Hatred flows uncontrollably through me.
I let out a long sigh I didn’t realize I was holding as she walks through the restaurant entrance.
"That's her, isn't it?" I hear Sarah ask softly as everyone else filters away.
Swinging my gaze to Sarah, who seems a little off kilter herself, I nod before asking, "How did you know?"
"From the moment she arrived, you never took your eyes off her," Sarah replies quietly.
Exhaling deeply, I glance at my hands, hands that once had the privilege of touching Emma, as I admit, "It's the first time I’ve seen her since she left, and she still gets to me."
Sarah is silent for a few moments upon my admission. I look up at her and see that something is troubling her.
"Did you know she was going to be here?" she asks.
Shaking my head, I respond honestly, "No. If I had, I probably wouldn't have come." I pause and then add honestly, "Then again, maybe nothing would have kept me away."
Sarah drops her eyes from mine and I get the feeling she disapproves.
"Sarah, what Emma and I had...I will never be able to explain. It was unlike anything I have ever felt for anyone before, and nothing that I have felt since she left. Seeing her today, it was a punch to the gut and I felt like I lost myself to another time when she was sat across from me. A time when I was so very happy," I find myself explaining.
Sarah stands abruptly, and I’m confused at her sudden anger.
Her deep disapproval.
While I’d only ever discussed Emma in detail only once with Sarah, and sure it was while I was drunk, I thought she understood how deeply wrapped up in Emma I was, that I still am. Her obvious show of disapproval and anger is throwing me for a loop.
"Sarah?" I ask.
"I need to get back to the hotel," Sarah says dismissively, as she picks up her purse and briefcase.
"Okay..." I answer, still confused as I push to my feet.
Sarah and I grab a taxi and head back to the hotel. Sarah is quiet the entire time which I’m fine with. What I did to have her angry with me eludes me, but I find myself uncaring about it at the moment as my mind is still swimming, overwhelmed by seeing Emma today.
Instead, I remember how Emma looked today as I silently wonder if she is finally happy.
Oh Emma, - my heart squeezes painfully. What you still do to me.
As Sarah and I each reach our side by side hotel room doors, she enters hers without another word to me.
“What has gotten into her?” I murmur aloud, a little perplexed, as the banging of her hotel room door shocks me back to reality for a just a brief moment. I shrug, brushing it off as I enter my room and completely forget about Sarah.
I feel restless.
I know I need a hard, physical workout. I decide to head to the gym to rid myself of some of this nervous energy which will also help with passing the time.
Deep inside me, deep within me where only Emma has ever reached, I feel an excitement at thinking of seeing Emma again tonight even though I know Eric will be there with her.
Forcing my muscles to the max, I increase my weight training routine by five pounds and do three rounds before stepping on the treadmill for thirty minutes.
Sweating hard, I head back to my room to shower. Still having time on my hands, I reply to emails and texts, all the while anxiously watching the clock out of the corner of my eye. Finally, 7:00 rolls around and I text Sarah, to let her know that I’m leaving soon if she would like to share a taxi, before changing into more appropriate attire for this evening. A knock comes on my door shortly after and I swing it open to see Sarah.
She looks lovely dressed in a short, deep green cocktail dress that hugs her body. Her blond beauty is only enhanced by the color.
"You clean up nicely," I say appreciatively.
Her eyes slide over my business attire of casual black pants, up the blue, button up shirt to where I have decided to leave the two top buttons open. Emma had once seduced me in my office while whispering in my ear that she loved how I always left the top buttons undone, allowing her to have better access. She’d then demonstrated exactly what she meant as she started out by using her nails to scrape over my jawline, down my neck to the exposed part of my chest before slipping her hand inside to gently rake her nails over my nipple.
I remember how I’d growled as I’d grabbed her by the waist, placing her on top of my desk before unceremoniously shoving her skirt up her thighs, my lips immediately finding the center of her after hooking her legs over my shoulders upon finding that she had slipped off her underwear before coming to my office.
I can still remember vividly the sweet taste of Emma.
"So do you," Sarah replies quietly, bringing me back to the moment.
"Thanks," I smile at her, ignoring the aloofness that is evident in her tone, as I extend my arm for her to link into. Closing my hotel door behind me, we walk to the elevator.
My stomach is doing somersaults.
I can’t wait to see her.
My thoughts are solely on seeing Emma again.
Pressing the button, I hear Sarah say, "You seem anxious."
Sighing as the elevator door slides open, I gesture for Sarah to enter first. As she does, I step on and press the button to take us to the lobby.
"I am," I admit.
She nods, lowering her eyes to the floor.
What is going on with her? - I silently ask myself.
The elevator doors slide open, and I forget what I’m currently thinking about as I anxiously walk out the hotel entrance and jump into the taxi.
I’m silent the entire drive and thankfully so is Sarah.
There’s no way that I could even attempt a conversation with anyone right now.
Arriving at Emma's restaurant, I’m stunned by the exquisite sleekness of the exterior that is softened by the plants surrounding the perimeter, making it look warm and inviting.
Despite it all, I feel a little pride slip through me.
Emma had done all of this.
Accomplished all of this.
Her personal stamp was on the restaurant everywhere you looked.
Exiting the taxi, I hold the door open for Sarah while keeping my eyes trained on the restaurant.
Scanning…
Observing…
The decor is very Emma. Sleekly elegant but yet having a feeling of lushness.
Holding my arm out to Sarah distractedly, I feel her latch on and then I move us towards the door, anxious to see the inside.
"Welcome to Magnum & Steins," the host greets us warmly, with a smile. "Do you have a reservation?"
"We are with Emma's group," I reply, butterflies dancing in my belly.
"You’re the first to arrive," the host responds easily, as he extends his arm to indicate a private dining area off to the left. We follow him the short distance to the room, my eyes still scanning and observing, taking in the sleek elegance of the private dining room.
As we enter, I immediately notice Eric is already there and my mood instantly spirals downwards.
I feel my anger rise as a warm smile spreads easily across his face in welcome.
He is such a fake, corrupt bastard, - I steam silently.
My hands clench into fists at my sides.
"Welcome, Lucas, Sarah," his tone is polite as he pulls a chair out for Sarah.
Needing to distract myself from thoughts of hammering his face with my fists until his face is no longer recognizable, I turn my attention to the place cards on the table and look for mine.
My stomach bottoms out as I see Emma's name next to mine.
I look up to say something in anger to Eric, but he stuns me when he murmurs softly, “Who do you think arranged this whole trip?”
I don’t have a chance to respond, to even think about what he has said, as the rest of the guests from this afternoon arrive, prompting Eric to turn his attention to them.
Eric greets them warmly, showing them to their seats before popping a bottle of champagne as my mind finally has a chance to ponder why Eric planned this whole trip.
What was his game? - I silently seethe.
I irritably glance towards the doorway, momentarily thinking of escaping whatever game Eric is playing, and my heart stops, hurting in my chest.
Emma has arrived.
I watch as she walks towards us, her long, figure hugging, silver dress accentuating every curve that I still remember.
Lust for.
She smiles with her mouth, but sadness still fills her eyes as she welcomes everyone…
Except me.
With me, she purposely avoids any direct eye contact.
I watch as her long, classy silver earrings sway, caressing her long, elegant neck which is left fully exposed with her hair piled high on top of her head in a messy bun.
A few tendrils gracefully touching her sensual neck.
My mouth waters.
"I have you sitting next to Lucas, Emma," Eric says casually as he guides her to her seat.
Her panic-stricken eyes go to Eric questioningly.
Pleadingly.
"I thought we should break up the group this evening to prompt more business conversation," he explains, the whole time smiling reassuringly at her.
Why is he doing this? - I silently wonder again. Is he now tired of her and wanting to give her back? To get her out of his hair?
I think back on this afternoon at lunch and I know that isn’t it. He’d been too aware of her, too invested in everything she said and her reaction to me, to make me think he no longer wanted her.
Not having any other option, Emma sits, with Eric helping her to navigate her chair into the table. I can’t help but notice how the back of her dress slopes down to leave her entire back exposed. My mouth waters again, a pulse beating in my head as I remember how I once traced her spine with my lips.
Had once spelled out my name on her back with my fingertip.
Pulling out my own chair, I settle myself next to her.
The whole left side of my body is vibrantly aware of her…
So close...
"Lucas, tell me a little more about yourself," the lady named Evelyn, who is about sixty and sitting on my right side, asks me.
Clearing my throat, I tell her a little about my family's background before describing Reid Vineyard's more intricate business activities.
Evelyn nods and once I’m done, she smiles at me as she asks coyly, "And you're not married?"
I feel my chest squeeze as I respond, "No," in as warm a voice as I can manage.
"How has the female population not made a husband of you yet? Handsome, smart and down to earth," she shakes her head as she continues, "If I was younger, I'd have you snapped up."
Out of the peripheral vision of my eye, I see Emma stiffen.
"I was almost snapped up once, but her feelings were not the same as mine," I confess, wanting to put Emma even more on edge.
"Pfft! And she let you go? Foolish girl," Evelyn touts before taking a sip of her wine.
I grin a little as Emma uncomfortably shifts in the seat next to me.
Turning to Emma, I allow my gaze to run over her face.
My heart squeezes as I silently ask her, - Do you miss everything about me too?
I quietly murmur for her ears only, "Your restaurant is stunning. I hope it was all you hoped it would be?"
I see her swallow before she reaches out with a shaky hand to grasp her wine glass, taking a sip before answering me.
"It was a dream I’ve fulfilled," she says, her tone trying to remain polite but cold, as she concentrates on laying her wine glass back on the table.
Anger inexplicably and unreasonably explodes in me. I want to shake her, tell her how much she has torn my heart apart, made it unable to respond to anyone else, even now, over a year later.
I decide it may be best that I no longer converse with Emma and fall silent.
As each course is delivered, only Emma and I keep to ourselves, both of us hardly eating, remaining out of every conversation going on around us.
For me, the anger, the desire, - the love I have for her still, has all become meshed together leaving me unable to converse, to pretend.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have come here tonight.
As the dessert is finally served, everyone at the table is relaxed from the copious amounts of wine they have consumed, except for Emma.
Except for me.
We’d both remained on edge, sober, never really part of the group, the entire evening.
A few minutes later, Emma silently pushes her chair back, excusing herself quietly, to which no one else pays attention.
Except me.
I watch her push the door to the restaurant open and then she disappears. I wait only a few seconds and push my own chair back. Sarah is the only one who pauses in the conversation as I stand, her face stricken. I ignore it and head towards the entrance door where Emma has disappeared.
Stepping out into the warm LA night air, I quickly scan the sidewalk and see Emma standing a short distance away. She is staring up into the night sky, her arms wrapped protectively around herself.
Striding over to her, my anger uncontrollably erupts to the surface as I grasp her upper left arm, furiously turning her to me.
Her gaze comes to mine as she whispers, "Lucas..."
"Are you happy with him? Because he certainly threw you to the wolves tonight or is he done with you now?" I ask angrily, wanting to hurt her – but yet never wanting to hurt her – unable to stop myself from shaking her slightly.
She gasps as she tries to ply my fingers off her arm.
"Let me go," she spits out at me.
I do the opposite.
Instead, I grasp her other upper arm and pull her into me, my mouth landing on hers. I moan and I quickly thrust my tongue into her open, shocked, but tasty mouth. She doesn't stiffen as I expected. Instead she softens, relaxing into me. I push her back against the wall of the restaurant and continue invading her mouth. I feel unsteady, my heart thumping as I feel the curve of her breasts against my chest.
It's been so long...
I gentle my grasp and slowly slide my hands down her arms, clasping both her hands in mine before entangling each of my fingers through hers, as I gentle the kiss as well. Moving my lips to her neck, I gently bite her.
"Lucas..." I hear her whisper.
Lifting my head, I look into her eyes as I murmur, "There's still something here, Emma."
She nods.
"I’ve tried to forget you," I whisper.
"Me too," she whispers back.
I hold her eyes as I ask, "Are you with him?"
She shakes her head as she continues to whisper, "I've never been with him, Lucas. There has been no one since you."
I hold her eyes and see the truth in them. I feel myself soften towards her, even as I know I may be stupid in letting my guard down.
Opening myself to further hurt.
"My hotel room is pretty lonely," I whisper back to her.
She smiles softly as she replies, "My apartment could use a little company."
My heart throbs harder, wanting to jump from my chest.
She’s asking me to go home with her.
"Should we tell them we are leaving?" I ask quietly.
"I'll text Eric on the way," she says equally as quiet.
I hate hearing his name on her lips, even though they were never lovers, and bend to kiss her quickly to wipe his name away. Anxious to be alone with her, not allowing myself to think about the possibility of being hurt by her again, I tug her by both of her hands away from where I’d pushed her up against the wall, before reluctantly releasing one hand to hail a taxi.
I open the taxi door, my heart thrumming.
Skipping beats within my chest.
So very anxious...
I watch the outline of her ass as she bends to climb into the back seat. My tortured cock pulses and I have to shift it slightly as I bend myself to slide into the seat next to her.
Emma gives the taxi driver the address to her apartment and I squeeze her hand tightly, never letting go the entire way, wondering if I’m going to wake up from this dream. I lift her hand once to place a kiss on the back of it, wanting to pull her over on my lap, to sink myself deeply into her, to feel her again.
I also know that if I allow myself to touch her any more than simple hand holding right now, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
I’d take her right here and now.
The taxi driver is the only thing keeping me from doing exactly that.
Arriving outside of her apartment, I hastily toss money at the cab driver telling him to keep the change as I pull Emma quickly behind me and out the door of the taxi. She then takes over, leading me to the entrance. The night security guard smiles warmly at Emma before his gaze comes to rest on me and moves to our entangled hands.
Emma returns his warm smile, only saying “Goodnight, Steve,” as she continues to the elevator causing his smile to drop from his face as his gaze tries to bore holes through me.
I ignore him.
Emma is mine again, if only for tonight.
He can keep dreaming because tonight I don’t have to.
As we step on and the elevator doors slide shut, I pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her fully for the first time in over a year.
She feels right.
Perfect.
"Are you still on birth control?" I whisper into her ear. I wouldn't give a fuck if Emma became pregnant with my child but introducing one into our relationship, not knowing where we are headed, wouldn't be fair to a baby.
Her cheeks redden but she nods.
My cock twitches and I press it into her.
The elevator doors slide open and I follow Emma down the hall, watching how her silver dress twinkles in the overhead lights, drawing my attention to her curves. My eyes linger over her exposed back. I can’t help myself as I bring my hand up to gently trace a line down her spine with my finger. She withdraws a key from her purse and I watch as her hand shakes slightly.
I smile to myself, loving that my simple touch can still affect her.
She finally succeeds in opening the door and I follow her in as she turns on a lamp in the living room. Quinny lifts her head from where she is sleeping. It takes her a moment to come fully awake but then she is running to me excitedly. I lift her squirming body up.
"I missed you too baby," I murmur softly into her fur.
I hear Emma laugh softly at our antics. I give Quinny a few more seconds of my attention before lowering her back to the floor.
My eyes run over Emma's body, so perfectly outlined by her dress. Reaching a hand out, I draw my index finger down from her right ear, slowly...to her collarbone.
Her eyes come to mine.
My heart jolts at the stark need displayed in her eyes.
I allow my finger to slide down further, following the slope of the neckline of her dress, across the tops of her breasts and over the material of her bodice, to where I know from experience, her nipple is puckered.
She gasps, her nipple hardening even more, poking through the slight material.
"I've missed this," I whisper hoarsely.
She bites her lip.
"Turn around," I murmur as I drop my hand.
She does as I ask, and I allow my eyes to run over her exposed back, down to her rounded ass.
Stepping behind her, so very close, but not touching her, I breathe into her ear, watching the way her shortened erratic breaths causes her breasts to lift and quiver. I place both my hands on her hips and then with my right hand, I slowly start to lift the skirt of her dress until one side is completely bunched in my hand. I slide my left hand around to her front, to slide underneath the elastic waistband of her underwear. With my middle finger, I push my way through her tight curls until I find what I’m looking for.
Pressing in on her clit, I rub circles as I whisper, "I’m so fucking hard.”
I press again, listen to her moan, loving how her head drops back onto my shoulder.
She doesn't say anything, only remaining there panting, making my head explode with the vision of her still covered but quivering breasts. Bringing my groin into contact with her ass, while still playing with her, I nudge her forward until she is pressed up against the back of her sofa.
I move my hands, making her protest.
"Shhhh..." I soothe. "I need a taste."
Reaching in front of her, I take each of her hands and place them on the back of the sofa. Kissing her neck, I release her hands and once again grasp both of her hips, pulling her back so that she is bent over. This time, I pull both sides of her dress up until it is over her hips, resting around her waist, displaying her underwear clad, tight ass.
I step back from her, watching her as she turns her head to look over her shoulder as she tries to see what my next intention is.
I hold her eyes as I murmur, "I told you. I need a taste."
Her eyes widen as I reach out and start to draw her underwear down her legs until they reach her knees. As her pink center is revealed to me, it takes every ounce of strength I possess not to ram myself deep inside.
My cock throbs…
Begging.
I reach out and she jumps slightly as I trace one finger around the edges of her opening. I continue to hold her eyes as she continues to look back over her shoulder. She bites her lip, pressing herself back, wanting more but also displaying herself more fully. I lightly run my fingertip over her opening, deliberately keeping my finger from pressing deep into her.
"Lucas..." she whispers, her eyes sliding closed.
I pull my eyes away from her face, settling on the vision before me. I immediately drop to my knees, and then grasping both of her hips, I pull her back onto my face, my tongue flicking out to sink deep within her.
I hear her scream, feel her inner pulses on my tongue as I continue to lick…
To taste what I’ve been missing.
I feel her body slowly soften from her orgasm and I slow my tongue movements.
Standing, I quickly swing her around by grasping one arm. Pushing her up against the wall, I grind myself into her.
"I need to fuck you now," I whisper hotly into her ear.
She nods, and I roughly reach around her to quickly unzip her bodice, pushing it to her waist, exposing her bra as she gasps. As her mounds fill my vision, I lose control. I yank both of her bra straps down, watching as her breasts pop free, inciting my lust.
I quickly push the bodice of her dress down around her hips before stepping back slightly to yank her underwear down the rest of her legs along with the dress. As I straighten, Emma looks as if she was ravished as she stands there, panting, her breasts bobbling.
As I release myself from my pants, her tongue comes out to lick her lips.
"Would you like a taste?' I murmur as I stroke myself.
She nods, and I feel as if I’m dreaming as she kneels before me. Her hair falls forward, covering her face as I feel her take me inside of her mouth. I throb, threatening to erupt. I lean my head back, staring up at the ceiling, focusing on not exploding, wanting to make love to Emma after so long.
But it's no use.
I need to get inside her…now.
Placing my hand on her head, I groan, "Emma..."
Her eyes come up to mine and seeing my cock slide out of her mouth drives me mad.
I push her to the floor, completely naked, while I’m still fully dressed aside from my loosened pants, as she spreads herself before me. My rampant cock needs no direction as I spear myself up and into her.
I feel my head spin, my heart lurching at the overwhelming feeling of Emma, just my Emma, after so long.
Then I’m withdrawing and sinking myself back into her again, over and over. I grasp her by her ass cheeks, change my angle a little bit and pound into her.
"Lucas!" she screams my name.
My name, not his, as she loses herself. I continue my thrusts, and then I feel as if my body will never stop convulsing, as I shoot myself inside her.
So god damn deep.
Breathless, I collapse on top of her.
Silently screaming – praying – that she’ll never ask me to let her go again.
That she won’t break me again.