by Storm, A J
Emily’s Passion
AJ Stone
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Copyrighted 2014 AJ Storm 7 Bitten Press LLC Emily’s Passion
Dedication:
There are many people in my life that have encouraged me to write this novel but it would take another novel to list them. However, there are a few I can’t overlook. The members of my favorite online book group, According To Ditter, have become dear friends giving me much love and support. I am grateful to each and every one.
I would have given up many times had it not been for the love and encouragement from my friends Tonya Jewel, Ditter Kellen, Sheri Louther, Dawn Montgomery, Desmond Hall, and Rosie Middleton.
I could never have made it this far without the hard work of my Beta Readers to consume my words, make corrections and suggestions, and give me their honest opinions. Jody Rhoton and Tina Moran, you are the best ladies always telling me what I needed to hear. I thank you for your hard work. Another Beta Reader who became a mentor of sorts was fellow author Heidi Lynn Anderson. She was never afraid to give me her opinions no matter how hard they were to hear. And you were right, my friend. I am indebted to you.
I would like to thank my friend and fellow author Suzzana C. Ryan at Bitten Press Publishing for taking a chance on a new author. You rock, my friend.
EMILY’S PASSION
A J Stone
Chapter One
I rose to my feet looking out of the living room window at the two acres behind our home. This house felt lonely as I started thinking back over our years of marriage.
When Doug and I first married we were like every other young couple lost in the heat of their love and sex. Three children and working full time played havoc on our playtime together but like so many couples, we persevered. Our love was solid and never ceased to grow with each passing year. I struggled with being a full time nurse, mother of three, housekeeper, and cook. Doug was always good about helping me out with the kids and house cleaning. Unfortunately for us both, my being an eager lover was becoming less and less a priority. Doug accepted it because he was madly in love with me and knew I was overwhelmed. We tried our share of date nights and occasional weekends away but we always found we were thinking and talking about the kids.
When I turned fifty, things really hadn’t changed. I had already gone through an extremely early menopause and couldn’t take hormones afterwards. My libido was non-existent; in fact, I could care less whether I ever had sex again. I hated this for Doug. I tried hard to be in the mood for him but it always ended up being every three months at best. Doug was an excellent lover. Once we learned each other’s bodies and likes/dislikes, he never failed to give me amazing orgasms whenever we had sex. I loved him with all of my heart and it broke for him. Doug was a trooper though, and he was always willing to wait, never wanting to have sex with me unless my heart and body were with him every step of the way. I could have faked it but I would never lie to him about something so important to the both of us.
After I turned fifty-four, I had to have a hysterectomy and then three months later was diagnosed with infiltrating breast cancer. I went through a lumpectomy, chemo, and radiation which put my body under further stress. At the end of it all I was cancer free in that particular breast. Two years later, the cancer returned in the other one. Doug and I talked and it was decided I would undergo a double mastectomy. He asserted that he wanted me alive and since my breasts were killing me, they had to go.
Doug was amazing during my recovery. He was always at my side day or night. He would measure and empty my drainage tubes every three to four hours where each breast had been removed, lift heavy objects for me, and help give me showers. The man was a saint. As my body healed and went back to normal, I prayed daily for desire and lust to fill my mind, body, and soul again for him. Sadly day after day, things remained the same.
I was getting desperate. I felt like a complete sexless failure. My depression was growing and nothing Doug could say or do, helped. In my mind I knew the truth; I was a loser in every way.
On my fifty-seventh birthday, Doug gave me an e-reader. I had loved vampires ever since I was a little girl. I would watch every television show or movie that had to do with vampires. My family constantly teased me about it saying I was playing with the occult. Reading was one of my hobbies before I had kids but there was no time for it once they had arrived. One night I saw an advertisement on the television for the release of a movie based on a very popular vampire series. Of course with it being about vampires, I was excited so I ordered the first book of the series on my e-reader. I began to read and as I threw myself into the book becoming immersed in the romance of the two lead characters, I began to notice an old feeling come back into my body. It brought back feelings of having crushes and being in love. The more I read and became involved in the story, the more I began to feel my body warm and tingle with want. Three days later I finished the book emotionally satisfied. My internal sex engine, however, was revved and ready to go. I put down the reader and giggled like a school girl.
At that moment, Doug sauntered out of the guest bathroom naked having just finished his shower. He strolled slowly across the room not really paying attention to me. I however, watched every move he made as he c
rossed in front of me. I never removed my eyes off of his cock or his ass. I felt flushed as heat spread up my neck and down to my groin. And oh my God, was I ever in shock! My panties were getting wet. When I started blushing, he stopped in front of me.
“What?” he asked as if something was wrong.
“Oh nothing,” I replied, blushing brighter as he just stood there.
“Something!” he replied.
I arched my eyebrows and smiled a wicked, evil smile.
Doug looked at me, surprise showing all over his face! “Really?” he asked.
I started giggling again and he decided to shake his ass and cock in front of me. I watched as his cock began to harden in front of my eyes.
“Anything I can do for you, little Lady?” asking as he shook his ‘junk’ for me again.
He thought it was cute I was blushing bright red. He stalked over to my chair, bent down to his knees, and took hold of my face in both of his hands. His gaze had such love, such tenderness and it shot right through to my core. Never taking his eyes off of me, he began to slowly remove my jeans and panties. A huge smile adorned his face when he removed the panties and noticed they were drenched.
“Well, I can see that I sparked your interest!” he bragged.
“Oh yeah! Let’s don’t lose this!” I begged.
He moved his lips within inches of mine and breathed “Never!”
He slid his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer as he claimed my lips softly at first, and then harder sliding his tongue over the seam of mine. I opened them and he thrust his tongue in as if he were dying of thirst. Our tongues danced together while we wrapped each other in a frantic hold, raking our hands up and down each other’s bodies. All those years came flooding back driving us out of control.
Doug enclosed my body with his arms, pressing me against him and pulling me down to the floor of the living room with him. I laughed as we both fell on the carpet.
“God, I love hearing you laugh that low, full body laugh of yours. It‘s been so long since you’ve done it,” he mused.
Kissing my neck and listening to my breathing, he licked his way to my ear. He moaned his pleasure as he seized my lobe between his teeth and lightly bit, goose bumps breaking out over my body.
Now Doug knew how uncomfortable I was with my scars. So he let me keep my shirt on and concentrated on my lips, throat, and back of the neck.
He whispered, “I am going to pleasure the hell out of my girl, my wife!”
Once my moans were loud, he moved his point of interest to my thighs. I automatically spread them open for him as he kissed and caressed them.
“Hell, Emily, my cock is aching to get inside you,” as he pressed it against my leg. “But I’m not about to rush anything. This is about you and I am going to make sure you scream my name when you come”.
He kissed his way up to my inner thigh giving a few licks here and there teasing me. My hips began to thrash back and forth so he held my thighs in place with an arm and part of his chest. I felt frustrated because I couldn’t move freely but damn if it didn’t excite me too. As Doug kissed each side of my slit, my moans became louder and more frequent.
“Shit Emily, I’m so hard. I don’t know if I am going to be able to last!” he blurted out. I could sense a war raging in his mind and body as he fought hard to keep control of himself.
I hadn’t started shaving my pussy but I did keep it cropped short. He dragged his fingers spreading my hair and lips open to reveal the prize he was after.
“You are so beautiful, so pink and so wet! I love you woman!” he proclaimed.
He licked his tongue over the inside of my lips taking care not to touch my sensitive nub, knowing he was driving me crazy. With a wicked grin across his face he appeared very pleased with himself.
I loved it when Doug went down on me. I had forgotten how good his tongue and fingers felt and just how good he really was. I wanted him to suck my clit but he just kept teasing me running his tongue around it. He was driving me higher and higher as I threaded my fingers through his hair and dragged his head closer to my pussy wanting more of his tongue. I thought if I could control his head, then maybe I could get him where I wanted him to concentrate. He laughed and I could feel the vibrations against my mound tingling inside me. My frustration and need were building so fast I couldn’t keep my hips still. A deep aching inside my pussy made me crave to have his cock inside me.
It had been so long since we had been intimate like this but I was too shy to tell him exactly what I wanted. Just as I finally gathered my nerves up to speak, he attacked my clit with his tongue and thrust his fingers inside my slit. Lord have mercy, I almost shot off the floor! It felt so good, so right, moaning his name over and over as he flicked his fingers against the bundle of nerves inside. I kept climbing and climbing lost in the feel of his mouth sucking on me until I exploded in massive waves of pleasure rushing throughout my body.
Pulling his head against me, I felt myself bucking against his face until the waves began to subside. “Oh my God, Doug! Oh Douglas, that feels so good! Jesus, baby!” I breathed.
Doug laughed as he gently flipped me over running his fingers over my pussy. I could tell he was more than ready to take his girl, raising my ass up on top a pillow. I was hot again as I felt him rub his cock through my juices.
“I’m going to fuck you, now baby. I won’t be able to take my time from now on.” With one thrust he entered me balls deep groaning as if he was about to cum right then. “You are so tight! This feels like heaven and you are my angel!” he growled as he rocked in and out of me losing control fucking me hard.
I whispered, “That’s right, baby. I love it when you fuck me,” but he didn’t hear me because he was lost in his own orgasm. He exploded inside me and I could feel the warm jets of his cum filling me up.
Doug collapsed on top of me pulling me into his arms. With his cock still inside, he rolled me onto my side snuggling me close and stroking my arms. We lay like that for twenty minutes just enjoying our bodies against each other. Doug eventually slipped out of my body as he sat up staring at my face.
He reached down taking my cheek in his hand and professed, “Emily, I’ve missed you so much! I love you more than you know and I am so glad you’re back!”
A tear dropped from my eye and I began to sob against his chest. “Oh Doug, I am so sorry. Please forgive me.”
“No baby, no. Don’t apologize. I’ve been fine, really honey. It just feels so good to have my girl back. I would have still loved you if we had never had sex again!” he promised.
Chapter Two
The memories overwhelmed me as I closed the curtains realizing I had been standing there for forty minutes.
Doug always loved living out away from the city and crowds. I sighed and asked myself, “What am I going to do now?” It had been three months since the funeral. Three months since I had to say goodbye to my best friend, lover, and husband of thirty-eight years. I was sixty-two years old and on my own once again.
I stepped away from the window feeling sad and alone for the first time in a long time. Friends, neighbors, and even some family were long gone, back living their own lives. I was glad they were there for me to offer support through Doug’s illness and death; however, now I was more than happy to have time to myself.
Doug’s favorite coffee mug was sitting on the end table. A pain shot through my heart. One of the family must have used it while they were here visiting. The last three months were a blur for me. I picked up the mug, held it in my hands, closed my eyes, and pictured his face the first time we met. He was a hunk, wild and free. He was my height with blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled, and blonde hair that hung three inches below his collar. I didn’t like him! He was cocky and so confident in himself. I thought he was arrogant. Opening my eyes, I smiled at that thought. How wrong I had been!
I lovingly placed the mug into the dishwasher. After it was clean I would store it in the box containing some of his things that I
wanted to keep. My children helped me sort through his belongings and selected their own memories of their dad to take with them. Of course, they had my blessing. I had already put back those things that were private and only shared between the two of us. It was the hardest thing I had ever had to do! Sitting down at the kitchen table, I decided it was time to move on with my life. Financially, I was fine. The house was paid for and what little debt we had was now non-existent. I still occasionally worked at the hospital when needed, which gave me a little extra money for fun stuff.
“Yes, it’s time,” I spoke out loud. “I refuse to mourn for the rest of my life.” I knew Doug would have been pissed at me if I sat and mourned my life away. He would have wanted me to live the life I had so desperately fought for several years. I lifted my Diet Coke in the air as if making a toast and proposed, “You gave me so much love and laughter throughout these years. Here’s to you, my love! I’ll see you in Paradise!”
The bubbles fizzled in my mouth and down my throat as I sipped the drink. Setting the can down on the table, I rose and turned the page to a new chapter in my life.
