Chapter 20
Lucas
Pulling Emma in close, I absorb the feeling of her in my arms.
This is the third time that I’ve had to do this since LA.
To drop her at the airport.
Once again to let her go.
And it’s only getting harder and harder.
While we’ve been very fortunate in being able to take turns flying back and forth to see each other, it’s not what I want for the long term.
I need to be with her.
Everyday.
She’s my heart.
My home.
And so, this time as I release her, to watch her turn away with tears in her eyes while trying to hold mine back, I know I can’t do this much longer.
Over the next few weeks, I start to formulate plans.
I decide that I can hire someone to oversee all operations with me flying back every few weeks to check on things. I discuss my plans with my parents and I can see the relief in their faces when I tell them I’m going to figure out a way to make things work so that I can be with Emma.
They stand behind me whole heartedly.
On the morning that I’m about to post for the position of Operations Manager of Reid Vineyards, Restaurant and Inn, I hear a knock on my door.
"Come in," I call out, distracted.
Martha enters with a mischievous smile on her face.
"There's someone waiting in the vineyard for you," she says cheekily.
"I don't have any appointments today," I reply, perturbed, anxious to get the job posted. I want to focus on moving on to a life with Emma.
Martha's mischievous smile widens as she replies, "Trust me. You'll want to meet with this person."
Despite it all, I feel my curiosity rise.
Standing, I cross to the door as I say firmly, "This better be good. I was in the middle of something very important."
"I don't think you'll be disappointed," she says confidently. "Go through the employee door and look up."
Heading down the stairs, I stride quickly to the employee entrance and swing the door open, anxious to get back to posting the job that will allow me to be with Emma.
I look up as Martha told me to do and I see five red balloons waving in the gentle breeze a short distance away in the vineyard. Curiosity peaked, I walk down the row of vines. It takes me about five minutes to reach them but when I do, my heart skips a beat before it starts to race.
Emma is there, sat on a picnic blanket, in a short summer dress with a beaming smile across her face.
She has never looked more beautiful.
Instantly, my walk becomes a run, as Emma quickly stands.
Reaching her, I pick her up and swing her around and around, kissing her neck.
Dizzy, I stop, bringing my mouth to hers.
I kiss her deeply, appreciatively as I run my hands up and down her sides. I don't ask why she is there because I don’t really care why.
I’m just happy that she is here.
I push her to the blanket, trailing kisses over her face, her neck, the tops of her breasts. Her hands come up into my hair and I close my eyes as I relish the feel of them, back where they belong.
I lift my gaze to hers as I whisper, "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too," she whispers back.
I kiss her again while pushing the skirt of her dress up. I should slow down, after all she just got here, but I can't.
I quickly remove her underwear before releasing myself. Over anxious, I slide into her, my eyes closing as I absorb the addictive feeling of Emma.
"Lucas..." she whispers, her hands coming around to press on my ass, hoping to force me to move quicker.
But I want to go slow, to savor her.
Slowly sliding myself out, I hold her eyes as my hands reach for each of hers. Pinning them up over her head, I watch as my gentle thrust forward causes her eyes to soften, her teeth capturing her bottom lip at the feel of me sliding deep within her.
Entangling my soul with hers.
Lowering my head, I gently bite her earlobe before whispering, “You always feel so fucking good to me, Emma.”
Lifting my head, I watch how her eyes change as I slowly withdraw from her again, now clearly showing her hunger for me.
Only for me.
Driving my hips forward quickly, I remain seated deep inside her as my breath hisses out, my eyes closing, my jaw clenching, at the throb I feel at the very tip of my cock.
Opening my eyes again, I look down at Emma again as I whisper my vow, “No one but you has ever made me feel the way you make me feel, Emma. I’ll never let you go again.”
Holding my eyes, she squeezes my hands still entangled with hers, her hips thrusting up into mine, causing me to slide even deeper, as she whispers, “I love you, Lucas.”
My heart zings in my chest as I lower my head to tuck my face into her neck, then listening to her breathing, I can’t hold back any longer as I quickly pull out…
Thrust forward…
Hard…
So, god damn deep, so deeply entangled, that I don’t know where I end and where she begins…
I repeat my movements a few more times and then feeling her muscles spasm, clutching at my pulsating cock, I begin spurting myself deep into the only woman I’ve ever loved.