by L. D. Davis
“You’re so…big,” I said nervously biting my lip.
“Donya, we can stop. Right now. It’s okay,” he said, sincerely trying to reassure me.
“I’m just nervous,” I admitted.
“Me, too,” he said with a small smile.
I touched his face and looked into his eyes.
“Okay,” I said, letting out a breath. “Let’s do it.”
Emmet positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance.
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
I nodded though my heart was pounding in my chest.
“I love you,” he said and dropped his head to kiss me.
As Emmet’s mouth devoured mine, he very slowly pushed himself inside of me until he hit resistance. My eyes flew open. He pulled out, and then slammed into me.
I pulled my lips from him as I cried out in agony as my hymen tore. Emmet held very still inside of me, stroked my hair, and apologized repeatedly in a barely audible whisper in my ear.
After a few moments, the pain began to fade, and I started to really feel him inside of me. My nipples hardened painfully. I felt so full of him, and so very connected with him. I became hyper aware of the tether between us, softly vibrating, humming with anticipation.
“Emmet,” I whispered his name. “Make love to me.”
He looked into my eyes and began to move slowly inside of me. Drawing out slowly and then slowly pushing back inside. He took my hands and put them above my head. He linked his fingers with mine and thrust deeply inside of me.
“Tell me how you want it, baby,” he said. “Faster? Slower? Harder? Softer?”
“Harder,” I whispered.
Emmet pulled out and slammed back inside of me. He grunted, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He repeated the move, squeezing my hands as he rammed into me. My nipples rubbed against his chest. I needed to feel his fingers or mouth or something on them.
“Touch my nipples, please,” I nearly begged and then licked my lips as Emmet ducked his head and pulled a hard nipple into his mouth. “Oh, god! Bite it!”
If my hands were free, I probably would have covered my mouth in disbelief. Not only had I asked him to touch my nipples, but I demanded that he bite the one he had in his mouth. Donya the Sex Goddess and Lover was shocking!
Emmet complied and sunk his teeth into the sensitive flesh. I groaned deeply and arched my back, giving him better access to my breasts. Moaning loudly, Emmet released that nipple and sucked in the other one as his thrusts became faster and harder. Without having to be told, he bit down on that nipple too. I cried out and pushed against his hands, but he held me down securely.
“Emmet,” I groaned, pushing my hips up to meet his thrusts. “Emmet, please…”
“Please what?” he asked as his teeth grazed my jawline. “What do you want, Donya?”
“Harder, please,” I whined. He pounded into me so hard; I was sure I was bruising, but I didn’t care. It felt so damn good. Donya SGL was screaming with delight, and it still wasn’t enough. “Deeper!” I pleaded.
“I don’t want to hurt you any more than I already am,” Emmet said, panting.
“Please, please, please,” I said, whipping my head back and forth.
Emmet released my hands and got up on his knees. He slipped his arms under my knees, and I immediately felt the change. When he repositioned himself back over me with my legs over his shoulders, I screamed at the exquisite, painfully, delicious sensation of his cock buried dangerously inside of me. I knew that couldn’t be right. I knew that he should not feel as if he was in my womb, but I wanted it.
“Do you want me to stop?” Emmet asked, alarmed.
“No,” I said quickly. “Please keep going.”
Emmet seemed reluctant at first, but when I pushed my hips up and took him in deeper, he growled ferociously and slammed into me. I screamed as he thrust in and out of me, and begged him not to stop.
My orgasm came out of nowhere, blindsiding me and figuratively knocking me on my ass. My body stiffened and then jerked and shook uncontrollably as I sobbed. Emmet dropped my legs and wrapped his arms around me as his own orgasm hit. He growled and groaned as he pumped his spurting manhood inside of me. I clung to him, my legs wrapped around him and my arms pulled him as close to me as we could get. I cried as the powerful orgasm continued to wash over me.
When the last of the intense tendrils of pleasure left me, I lay under Emmet a limp and teary mess.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking at me with concern. He wiped at my tears with his fingers.
I nodded and smiled happily at him.
“Why are you crying?” he asked softly.
It was by far the most powerful experience of my life and even though I was able to think it, I didn’t think the words could properly verbalize it. So, instead of answering him with my words, I smiled happily and pulled his face to mine for a long, appreciative kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Five
We sat on the bed, watching television and eating chocolate cake and ice-cream that we ordered from room service. I was wearing another one of Emmet’s shirts with nothing else underneath and he had on a pair of boxers. I was comfortable sitting beside him. The whole scene felt perfect and right. I kept glancing at him as I imagined us sitting in a similar fashion years down the road in marital bliss.
“Why do you keep looking at me?” he asked with a smile without taking his eyes off of the television. “If you want me again, all you have to do is ask, or demand, or just take.”
“I will always want you,” I said. “But that isn’t why I’m looking at you. I’m just trying to imagine us ten years from now. Will it be like this you think?”
“Maybe with a kid sitting in bed with us?” Emmet said, looking at me with gleaming green eyes.
“Maybe two kids?” I smiled.
“I’ll have a promising position in a law firm.”
“I’ll be a retired supermodel working as a fashion consultant on some cable network.”
“Where will we live?” Emmet asked as he gave me a spoonful of his ice cream. I already had my own, but it was sweet and romantic and made my smile widen.
“We will have to live in New York or L.A., depending on where I will be working, but I guess it also depends on where you will be working too.”
“I’ll go wherever you go, baby,” he said and kissed me.
“Mmm,” I said and licked my lips. “You taste delicious.”
“Not as good as you,” he said and judged by the way he was looking at me, I knew he wasn’t talking about my ice-cream and cake flavored lips.
Emmet put his dishes down on the table on his side of the bed. Then he took my plates away from me and put them aside too. He held the back of my head and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck and maneuvered myself onto his lap and straddled him. His hands moved over my back and then under the shirt. I felt him growing hard beneath me and couldn’t help but to rock myself against him.
“Do you think we’ll be this hot for each other ten years from now?” I panted as Emmet kissed my neck.
“I’ll always be hot for you,” he said against my skin. “You’ll always set my blood on fire. I’ll always be hard for you.”
We groaned together as I reached down between us and pulled his erection out of the top of his boxers. I wanted to feel it against me, bare and unsheathed. I rocked my hips forward and slid along the length of it, shuddering and moaning.
“Donya,” Emmet growled my name and then crushed my mouth with his.
I wrapped my arms around him again and rubbed my bare pussy on his bare cock. I was slick and ready for him, but before I let him get another condom, I wanted to come like that.
He put his hands on my hips, moving me harder and faster against him. I was getting so hot. I was going to combust soon. I moved wildly against him, seeking my release. Moaning in his mouth, Emmet pulled hard on my hips at the same time I had lifted myself to adjust my position for more pleasure. When I came back d
own, Emmet’s hard length sunk into me. It was an accident on both of our parts, but my orgasm was instant and mind numbing. We looked at each other with surprised eyes as my walls gripped and squeezed his cock.
“You feel so good,” Emmet whispered and thrust gently inside of me. I gasped and moaned. “Tell me you’ll always be mine.”
He thrust into me again and squeezed my nipple through the shirt. I couldn’t answer him because I was falling apart again, coming hard on the heels of my last orgasm.
“Tell me,” Emmet said, gazing into my eyes as he continued to roll the nipple between his fingers.
“I’ll always be yours,” I panted.
He gripped the hem of the shirt and pulled it over my head. He held me close and moved slowly inside of me as he gently kissed my neck, my shoulders, and chest.
“I’ll always be yours, too,” he said, and then he was done being gentle.
Emmet grabbed my hips and began to thrust hard inside of me. I bounced up and down on his hard shaft as it stretched me and filled me and pressed too deeply inside of me.
“I want you to come,” Emmet growled. “Come for me, Donya.”
“Emmet!” I shouted his name as my orgasm took hold.
“Donya,” he groaned and lifted me a little and pulled out of me. A second later I felt his seed, hot and sticky, spurting on my belly. He held me tightly as he came with his cock nestled tightly between us.
I liked watching his face as he climaxed. His eyelids were heavy as he looked at me with lust and love, and his jaw set as he groaned and grunted.
“I love you,” he said, breathlessly and put his hand in my hair.
“I love you,” I echoed and kissed him.
“I’m afraid I got us a bit sticky,” Emmet said tiredly a few moments later.
I pulled back a little so that I could look at the mess. I reached out and touched some of it on Emmet’s stomach. It wasn’t exactly how I pictured it would look, and I wondered how girls actually swallowed it, but seeing the sticky white liquid on both of our bodies was a bit of a turn on.
“Oh, my god, I’m a freak,” I whispered, horrified with myself as I rubbed the stuff into his stomach.
“Yeah, but you’re my freak,” Emmet said and kissed my forehead. “Come on, Freak. Let’s have a shower.”
“Together?” I asked as I moved off of him.
“Of course,” he smiled and took my hand.
“Okay, but no more hanky panky,” I said. “I’m sore.”
“I promise,” he said, holding up two crossed fingers.
“That’s really not a good sign,” I said doubtfully.
He totally broke his promise.
*~*~*
Several days later, I stood by the window with the beautiful view of central park. Emmet stood by the bed shirtless and angry. I understood his anger, but he didn’t understand my viewpoint at all.
“I don’t understand why you need to go out there when there is plenty of work for you here,” he said again.
“My work isn’t in just one place, Emmet,” I said, sighing.
I had gone over it with him half a dozen times since Felix called earlier in the day and told me that he thought he could get me a part in his movie. It wasn’t a huge part. I would really only be on screen for a total of seven minutes altogether, but the opportunities that could result from a job well done in a movie were endless. I was fortunate that the part even opened up thanks to some last minute rewrites.
“What are you going to do if I get work overseas?” I asked him. “Are you going to want me to turn it down and possibly ruin my career before it even gets a good chance to start?”
He groaned in exasperation and spun in a full circle with his hand in his hair.
“You don’t even know for sure if you got the part,” he pointed out.
“You’re right. I have no idea, but I’d rather go out there and find out than to wonder about it for the rest of my life. I know what you’re worried about, and you don’t need to worry about it.”
“The media thinks that you and Felix are screwing around,” he stated the obvious.
“I am well aware of that.”
“And you’re okay with it because even bad PR is good PR,” he said dryly.
“It’s not bad PR.”
“It’s a lie!”
“Yeah, it is,” I snapped. “It’s a lie, but I didn’t make up that lie, and that lie is not killing my career. In fact, it is helping my career.”
“I don’t want you to go,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I appreciate your opinion, but it isn’t your choice,” I said coolly and turned my attention back to the approaching night outside.
“Then I’m going with you.”
“I don’t need a babysitter, Emmet,” I sighed and then muttered under my breath “I already have my mommy for that.”
“You need someone to look out for you because your mom sure isn’t doing it.”
While that was true, it was still a low blow. I turned away from the pretty view and looked at Emmet with a murderous gaze.
“You’re right. If my mother had been doing her job, I wouldn’t have lost my virginity on your hotel bed and been here every day and night since screwing you like a fucking bunny.” I stormed past him and the bed and grabbed my bag off of the floor on my way without missing a step.
“Where are you going?” Emmet said behind me.
“I’m going back to my hotel suite so that my mother can attempt to do her job better and keep me out of trouble, and your bed.”
I put my hand on the door handle, but Emmet put his hand on my hand.
“You’re being dramatic,” he snapped.
“Good. Maybe I can use it in the movie,” I snapped back and elbowed him in the gut to make him move away from me so I could get out of the door.
I got the door open, but Emmet slammed it shut.
“Stop fucking running away every time things get hard,” he growled.
I opened my mouth to make a comment, but Emmet cut me off with, “And don’t make any smartass comments about your virginity.”
I closed my mouth.
“Come on, Donya,” he said with a little less aggression. “You can’t blame me for being worried.”
I looked over my shoulder at him. “I don’t blame you for being worried, Emmet,” I said, trying to keep my temper under wraps. “I blame you for asking me to stay. I blame you for asking me to possibly thwart my entire career because of your jealousy.”
He sighed and rested his forehead on the back of my head. When he spoke, I felt his breath on my neck.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hold you back, but…”
“Of course there’s a but,” I muttered.
“There must be some other way to help your career.”
“Emmet!” I yelled, frustrated and angry and damn tired. I had been up since four in the morning because I had to be at a shoot by five.
I shoved backward, making him move away from me. I turned around to face him, with my hand on the door behind me.
“I am getting on a plane tomorrow morning, and I am going to California. Either support me or shut the hell up!”
He sighed and pushed his hand into his hair again. “I support you,” he said in such a low voice I wasn’t even sure I really heard him.
“You what?” I prodded and put a finger to my ear.
“I support you,” he said louder and with a scowl.
“That’s what I thought you said,” I nodded.
“Come over here,” he demanded, pointing to the spot in front of him.
“No,” I said. “I’m going ‘home’ to prepare for my trip.”
“Prepare for your trip later. Come here.”
“No,” I said incredulously.
Emmet quickly closed the distance between us and kissed me hungrily as he pushed me back against the door. When his hands began to slide up the inside of my shirt, I pushed him away. He was undeterred, however, and pressed his body a
gainst mine.
“I think we should slow down,” I said to him, even though I wanted to try sex against the door. We did it missionary, with me on top, and tried doggy style more recently. Why not try standing up against the door?
Oh, my God. I’m becoming a little slut!
“I don’t want to slow down,” he said, pressing his erection against me. “You’re addicting.”
“Emmet,” I sighed his name as his tongue flicked at my earlobe. “Stop.”
I didn’t have to repeat myself. He froze for a moment and then looked at how serious my face was. He stepped away from me, and I honestly missed his body that quickly and despite the fact that I was the one that pushed him away.
“This isn’t what I wanted,” I said, running a hand through my hair with frustration. “I didn’t want us to be all about sex.”
“We’re more than sex,” he said, crossing his arms.
“I hope so,” I whispered.
He put both hands in his hair and took another step back.
“You’re beautiful, and your body feels incredible,” he said. His hands were still in his hair, holding it back off of his forehead. “I love you, and I feel like I can’t stop touching you or I’ll die.”
I understood that. I really did. I wanted to reach out and put my hands on his strong chest and nibble on his juicy biceps and make love to him on the floor, but sex clouds the brain, and my brain had been pretty damn cloudy lately. I didn’t necessarily like the fog that I was in. I didn’t think it was a safe place for either of us.
“After I’m all packed and ready to go, I’ll call you,” I promised. “We can meet half way and say goodbye. I’ll see you when I get back.”
“I have to go back to Cambridge this weekend,” he reminded me in not the kindest of tones.
“Oh,” I frowned. “I forgot. I got so used to seeing you every day.”
Emmet smiled and took a few steps towards me. My hand closed on the doorknob.
“I don’t mind missing a few classes if it means I can be with you on the west coast,” he said.
