Zane
“Zane, baby, please don’t stop.”
That was my girl, always seemingly worried that I’d take her pleasure from her. The night after I took her to Yellowstone and I was bringing her to an orgasm she begged me not to stop. Last night was the first night I was inside her and it was the single most incredible experience of my life. Both times I took her last night she cried out just before she came pleading with me to not stop.
I loved that she seemed to be enjoying what I was giving her, but it was beginning to bug the shit out of me that she thought she needed to tell me not to stop. I was certain she legitimately believed I wouldn’t see her through to the end.
But now, my girl was on top of me giving me an amazing fucking show as she rode my dick. With her hands on my shoulders, her tits bouncing, and her head thrown back she was close to the edge. I had just brought my hands to her tiny waist and began thrusting my hips up into her making sure I got her there. That’s when she cried out and asked me not to stop. I wouldn’t. I would never deny her. I kept giving it to her and several thrusts later I watched in awe as she exploded around me. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed.
I let Emme come down from her orgasm and then lifted her off my body. I helped to guide her onto her knees and I positioned myself behind her. I had been dying to take this woman from behind from the first day I met her. Every day I was around her since that first day my desire to have her this way grew more and more intense. I wasn’t sure what I’d done so great in my life to deserve the likes of someone like Emme, but the person she was coupled with the fact that she had the most amazing body, all tits and ass, told me that I must have done something great at some point.
I began taking her from behind. Initially, I had my hands wrapped around her waist, but as she arched her back I couldn’t help but to bring one of my hands to her ass and squeeze. I alternated my pace between slow and controlled to quick and relentless. I began feeling myself getting close so I wrapped my arm around her and my hand found her clit.
“Oh, God,” she said, her voice a groan. “Zane, I can’t.”
My other hand wrapped around her chest and lifted so she was now upright in front of me. I kept up my work on her clit as my other hand now captured her tits and played with them.
“Going to get you there again, sweetheart. Come on, Emme, get there with me.”
I continued thrusting in and out of her and within minutes I could feel her beginning to tighten around me.
“Fuck,” I growled.
“Zane, please. Oh fuck, don’t stop.”
Seconds later, we were both over the edge. Emme couldn't stay upright and immediately fell back into me. I took her weight while she regained her bearings. She didn’t say anything or move for a long while.
“You ok, Emme?” I asked.
She shook her head and answered, “I think I’ve died and gone to sex heaven.”
I laughed. The woman said shit sometimes that caught me so off guard and I never knew what to do with it but take it for what it was and just laugh.
“Oh yeah? What’s it like there?” I asked, deciding to play her game.
“Fucking magnificent,” she answered.
I smirked and squeezed her from behind. Then, I moved to allow her to collapse on the bed.
After a while she asked, “You want breakfast?”
“Sure, Em, but I can take you out. You don’t need to cook.”
Her head snapped up and she looked over at me. “I love cooking for you, Zane.”
Sucker punch right to the gut.
“Ok, sweetheart. You can cook for me then.”
“I just need to get cleaned up and I’ll get to it,” she said as she moved to get out of the bed.
“I’ll put some coffee on in the meantime,” I said as I moved to put on some clothes.
I threw on my jeans and my undershirt and walked out to the kitchen. A few minutes later, Emme joined me in the kitchen. She walked up to me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and squeezed while she pressed her cheek to my chest. I held her for a beat before I said, “Want to talk to you a minute before you start cooking, Em.”
She pulled back and looked up at me, questions in her eyes.
“Come on and sit a minute,” I said.
She walked over to the stool at the island and sat down. When her eyes came to mine again I could see how nervous she was.
“What is it, Zane?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
“Emme, sweetheart, relax. I just want to talk to you about something and there’s no reason for you to feel worried or nervous right now. I promise.”
She swallowed hard and nodded at me. Me saying that to her basically did nothing to calm her nerves.
“The only way to describe last night and this morning would be to say that both were absolutely incredible. I’ve have enjoyed every minute of it immensely. Based on your reactions to it all I’m guessing you have as well.”
She nodded.
“I want you to know, Em, that I’d never not make sure that you were taken care of, physically, emotionally, and sexually.”
Her eyes started to wander from mine and she looked away. She knew what I was talking about. I put my fingers to her chin and brought her eyes back to mine.
“Did he do that to you?” I asked, my voice as tender as possible.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
“I thought something was wrong with me,” she began. “In the beginning of our relationship I chocked it up to inexperience on both of our parts. As time passed, it never improved. He was always taken care of, but…” she trailed off.
“Tell me, sweetheart.”
She took in a deep breath and said, “After he would finish that was it. He never made sure that I got the same.”
“Never?” I asked, incredulously.
She shook her head.
I could kill that motherfucker. I didn’t want to think about anyone giving her pleasure, but this asshole made sure he got his and never took care of her?
“Not fucking happy he used you like that, Emme. Only thing that pleases me about it is that I’m the first to give it to you. But, I want you to know you never need to worry about that with me. Never, Em. I will not ever bring you to that point and not take you all the way there. I am not the selfish bastard that he was and I will always make sure that it’s good for you.”
She closed her eyes and said, “I’m sorry, Zane.”
“Why are you apologizing?” I asked.
“You shouldn’t be punished for the things he did.”
“Emme, look at me.”
Her eyes came to mine.
“It is not a punishment to be with you. It’s also not a punishment for me to hear you enjoying what I’m giving you and knowing you want it. I just want to make sure you know that I’ll never deny you that pleasure. In fact, I’ll always make sure you’ve been taken care of before I am. You will get everything I have, Em. Every. Single. Time.”
She leaned into me and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders.
“You good?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Ok, then let me get you some coffee.”
I walked around the island and grabbed two mugs. After fixing two cups of coffee I brought one over to her and stood in front of her on the opposite side of the island.
“So, what do you want to do today?” I asked.
Before she could answer the front door opened and in walked Charley and Wes. Charley came right over to me, pulled me into a hug, and wished me a good morning. She then did the same thing to Emme. Emme returned the sentiment and acknowledged Wes as well. After, Charley took a box of donuts out of Wes’ hands and told us that they wanted to bring breakfast to us this morning to celebrate. I was a little confused at this gesture. Emme was feeling the same as me, noting to Charley that we had only gone out on one date and that a celebration was a bit overkill. That’s when Charley went on to tell us that the celebratory donuts weren’t specifically for our first date. I then realized something else was going on so I asked what it was all about.
Charley looked up to Wes and then back to Emme and me. She said, “Last night, Wes asked me to marry him.” Then, she held out her hand and showed us the ring. “We’re engaged!”
“OH MY GOD!”
I looked to my left to see Emme mid-scream jumping off the barstool and running to Charley. The girls hugged and I moved to Wes.
“Congrats, man. You picked a good one.”
He thanked me and the four of us then spent the morning eating donuts for breakfast while Charley told Emme the details of the proposal. Charley then asked all of us if we could go out that night to celebrate.
“YES!” Emme shouted.
Twice now, in less than an hour, Emme yelled louder than I had ever heard her before.
“Fuck. You’ve been so quiet since I’ve met you,” I began. “Didn’t think you had it in you to be this loud. Good to know, sweetheart,” I said on a wink.
She blushed and looked away. That was my girl.
Wes chimed in and told us that Elle would be performing at Lou’s that night and that they could announce it to everyone there. Charley was thrilled with the idea, but insisted that she tell Nikki and Monroe first. At that, Emme took off to get her laptop. When she got back she and Charley sat in front of the screen and moments later we heard Nikki.
“Hey bitch. How was your date? Fuck. Charley is there and I don’t see a hot guy so this can’t be good news. I really thought Zane was a good one. What happened?”
What?
There was a ringing sound again and Monroe’s voice filtered into the conversation.
“Hey Em! Hi Charley. Oh shit. The date didn’t go well. I’m so sorry, babe.”
Seriously?
I nudged Wes and asked quietly, “What the fuck?”
Charley let the girls know that Wes and I were both there and Nikki then questioned why Emme and Charley were calling. Charley shared her news and they all went crazy, screaming. Wes was pulled into view of the screen where Nikki and Monroe congratulated him. I let him have that moment, but once they were done I moved over to stand next to Emme. Their eyes came to me and I said, “Just so you ladies are aware — Emme and I had an amazing fucking date and it went really fucking well.”
Nikki then shouted, “You gave her the goods, didn’t you?”
I was about to answer when Emme spoke up and said that the call was finished. The girls congratulated Charley and Wes once again and told Em to call them later. After she disconnected with them, Wes and I got roped into a shopping trip with our girls. It wasn’t my idea of a fun time, but I wasn’t going to put a damper on the celebration.
After spending not quite two hours out shopping with the girls, Wes and I dropped them off back at the condo and took off to head home and get ourselves ready. I offered to drive tonight so that Charley and Wes could thoroughly enjoy their night. Wes and I drove separately back to the condo to pick up Charley and Emme, but I arrived a few minutes ahead of him. When I got to the door and knocked, Emme opened it and it took so much restraint for me to not take her there in the doorway. She was wearing a one-shoulder, black, lace, short dress that fit her body like a glove.
“Sweetheart,” I began, my voice even more gravelly than was usual. “You are fucking perfection.”
She smiled at me and asked, “Do you really like my dress? I feel like I could have done a much better job had we had more time today.”
“Em, every fucking time I’ve seen you all dolled up to go out you’ve looked incredible. This is one of those times. My personal favorite so far is the one from Christmas Eve, but this is easily a close second.”
She beamed up at me.
Fuck, she was beautiful and that smile made me weak in my knees.
“Come on in,” she said. “Wes isn’t here yet.”
I went in and hung for a while until Wes showed up and the girls were finally ready. We piled into the Raptor and I drove us to Lou’s. Not long after we arrived, Charley and Wes made their announcement to the rest of their family and friends and everyone congratulated them. Elle ran through her set, dedicating a few songs to her brother and future sister-in-law, after which Emme got up and moved to the dance floor with Charley, Elle, and Charley’s former co-worker, Hannah. I sat there at the table with Wes, Luke, and Stone, but my focus was on my girl.
For so many weeks, every time I had seen her she always had a sadness in her eyes and she was never truly happy. For a good portion of the last two days I was finally seeing her more happy than sad. Of course, our conversation this morning told me there was a whole heck of a lot more to work through and it likely wasn’t going to be easy. As I watched her move on the dance floor, though, I tried to soak up all the beauty there was in seeing her so carefree. I knew in that moment that it didn’t matter how hard the road got, I’d spend the rest of forever doing whatever I had to just to put that smile on her face.
“Yo, Zane,” I heard Stone yell.
I turned to look at him. “What’s up?”
The guys laughed and Stone asked, “You next?”
“For what?”
“Getting married.”
Marriage. Fuck. I never really thought about the possibility of it, but now that Emme was in my life it was something I’d certainly consider.
I told her last night I hadn’t been with anyone since before Christmas and that was the truth. After the first time I met her, the image of her was burned into my brain. A week later I had a random hook up with a girl and all I could see was Emme’s face. I knew in that moment I no longer had any interest in being with random girls. I wanted my girl, my Emme.
“Not planning on going at lightning speed like this one here,” I said as I pointed to Wes. Then, I looked back out to Emme and continued, “If I was going to settle down with anyone, I’d do it for that girl. She’s going to take a little persuading, though.”
Wes then attempted to talk Stone and Luke into settling down, possibly with Monroe and Nikki, but Luke wasn’t interested in a long-distance relationship and Stone, well, Stone’s past kept him from wanting to pursue anything other than one night stands.
Luke and Stone eventually took off, and not long after, Emme and Charley made their way back to the table. The girls were ready to go so we said good-bye and left.
Not even five minutes into the drive back to the condo I knew that both Emme and Charley were slightly buzzed. They were discussing wedding plans and I caught Wes’ eyes in the rearview mirror a few times. He was just as amused as I was listening to the two of them. I glanced over at Emme a couple times throughout the ride back and the look on her face had me mesmerized. The alcohol in her system had her cheeks slightly flushed, but it was pure, genuine happiness for her friend that had her radiating happiness. We got back to the condo and Wes and I got the girls back inside. Emme and I said goodnight to Wes and Charley and then we took off in the opposite direction down the hall to her bedroom. She pulled her jacket off as we walked down the hall.
I stepped in the room behind Emme and closed the door. She tossed her jacket on the chair in the corner of the room and as soon as the door clicked shut she turned to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled my bottom lip between her teeth. She then kissed the spot she had gently bit. My cute, sweet girl was such a little vixen behind closed doors and I fucking loved it.
“Emme,” I managed to get out, but my voice was hoarse. This woman made it hard to breathe sometimes.
She turned around and asked, “Will you unzip this for me?”
I did as she asked. She then turned around and took two steps back. The dress slipped down over her shoulder and after freeing her arm, Emme pushed the dress down over her hips. It pooled at her feet and she stepped out of it. She stood in front of me in a black lace matching bra and panty set on a pair of smoking-hot stilettos.
“So fucking sexy, Em.”
“This is unfair, Zane,” she said as she took the two steps back toward me.
“What is?”
“You shouldn’t be the only one who gets to look,” she started as she put her hands to my chest and pushed my jacket back over my shoulders and down my arms. After it fell to the floor she brought her hands to the hem of my shirt and lifted it up over my head. She then tossed that to the floor and brought her hands to the waistband of my cargo pants. I knew she had to be feeling a bit feisty because she had always been a bit more cautious every other time we were together. She was now taking charge and it was undoubtedly a huge turn on for me. She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and pushed them down my legs. I kicked off my boots and socks and stepped out of the pants. She took a step back, looked me up and down, and said, “That’s much better.”
With her eyes now completely focused on mine she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. I watched as it fell to the floor. She then hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushed those down her legs. Now she stood in front of me with nothing but her shoes on and she was, no doubt, perfect. I pushed my boxer briefs down my legs and stepped out of them.
I stared back at her. The intensity in her eyes was too much and I reached out to snake an arm around her waist. I pulled her toward me and lifted her up. I heard her shoes fall to the floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist while I brought my other hand to her ass. Capturing her mouth with mine, I walked to the side of the room with open wall space. I pressed her back up against the wall and began kissing along her jaw and down her throat before making my way back up to claim her mouth. I brought one of my hands between us and found her slick and ready.
“Zane, baby, please give it to me,” she begged.
“You’ll get it, sweetheart. You’ll get everything I have, always.”
I positioned myself at her entrance and put my hands on her hips. I looked in her eyes, but made no move. She still had her legs wrapped around my waist, so when I made no effort to move, she squeezed her thighs together and urged me forward. That was all the encouragement I needed. I brought her down hard on my dick and watched her face. Contentment in her features the moment I was inside her. I pulled back slowly and thrusted back into her. She moaned and brought one hand to her tit. My eyes went to her hand and watched as she massaged and squeezed. Her fingertips went to her nipple where she alternated between rubbing and pinching the pink bud. I growled. There was no other word that could accurately describe the sound that came out of me when I saw her touching herself. I bent my head down to take one of her tits in my mouth. She moaned again as I licked and sucked. I moved to the other side, making sure to give equal attention to both.
When I tore my mouth from her, her hand went right back to her breasts. I peeled my eyes from the beautiful scene in front of me to look at her face I saw she was focused only on me. She continued touching herself, but had laser sharp focus on me. I stayed focused on her and persisted in giving it to her. It wasn’t long after that when her breaths grew quick and shallow.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come,” she said, her voice hoarse.
“I’m right there with you, Em. Take it,” I ordered.
The next second I felt her walls squeezing me as she yelled out, “Oh, Zane.”
My fingers dug into her hips as she milked my cock. I groaned through it and seconds later felt Emme’s body fall forward into mine. She had both arms draped over my shoulders and she couldn’t hold herself upright.
I carried her and walked across the room, put a knee to the mattress, and gently placed her in the bed. As I pulled back, I heard her whimper. I instantly froze.
“Are you ok, Emme?”
She shook her head.
Shit.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“No, Zane. You just aren’t in me anymore.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and looked down at her. I climbed in next to her, looked her in the eyes with one hand in her hair, and tenderly asked, “You want more?”
She moved her eyes from mine and answered my throat, “If I say yes, does that make me a freak?”
I chuckled and demanded, “Look at me, Em.”
Her eyes shot to mine.
“First, if you say yes, I want you to look at me and say it. Second, if you say yes, it does not make you a freak; it makes me a very lucky man.”
She stared at me a moment before she spoke and admitted, “Ok, then yes, I want more.”
I gave her a grin and said, “Anytime, Emme — anytime, anywhere, you want it you’ll get it.”
She cuddled into me and I took a minute to hold her close. Then, I gave it to my girl two more times that night.