by Ivy Carter
“Definitely,” she says. I watch her walk to the pool steps. She takes off the slippers and begins to untie her robe. She looks over at me. “You coming?”
“I want to watch you first,” I say.
She slowly lets the ties of the robe fall by the side. She opens the robe, exposing her smooth skin and the curve of her breasts, and I actually sort of love that she’s still wearing her underwear. I’ll get them off soon enough. She pulls something off her wrist and uses it to pull her hair back, twisting it up in a knot on top of her head.
She slowly steps down into the water.
“It’s so warm,” she says. “Feels so good.” She dips down to her shoulders so that I can’t see the rest of her body. “Are you coming? Or are you going to make me do this alone?”
“I’m definitely coming,” I say, moving to the edge, closer to her. “Take off your bra. I don’t want to be the only one topless.”
She swirls in the water like a nymph, turning her back on me. She looks over her shoulder at me before unhooking her bra and tosses it on the ground. She keeps the water to her shoulders, still hiding from me.
“You have to get in if you want to see more,” she says.
I take off my robe and slip in from the edge and swim over to her. I gather her body up in my arms and she wraps her legs around my waist. We kiss, our tongues slipping against each other. With my hand at the back of her neck I push her face closer into mine, always wanting more of her.
Her full bare breasts feel so soft and plush up against my hard chest. I’d rather have them in my mouth, though, so I break away from her sweet mouth and bury my face in those mounds. She pulls closer to me, wanting more from me. I intend to give her everything, even if it takes all night.
I suck on her hard nipple, the perfect little nub, holding her breast in my hand. Moans are already coming from her, which only makes me more eager to give. Her nails are clawing at my back. I know she’s leaving marks but I don’t feel any pain. Only pleasure.
I move our bodies in unison to the side of the pool, Emily’s back to the edge. I’m sucking and licking at her nipples, first one then quickly to the other, holding and massaging them. Emily holds tight around my waist and moves her hands to her tits, gathering them underneath, pushing them together and up toward me, telling me without words to take more of them. I continue to feast on her until I can’t take anymore because I need more. Always more from her body.
I reach down in the water between us and, without teasing or hesitation, I use my fingers to move aside her panties and feel the walls of her pussy, wet with her own juices. As she moves her hips the water rolls over her stomach, rocking the pool gently. I pump slowly, because of the friction of the water, but maybe it’s better that way. It forces me to take my time, really watch her face writhe in pleasure. When I slip in a second finger she cries out.
“Yes,” she says. “More. Deeper.”
“Is this not enough for you?” I keep the slow pump of my fingers in her, in then out, in then out.
“Yes, but…”
“What, Emily? Tell me.”
“I want more.”
“Do you want another finger?” I ask. I don’t stop sliding my fingers in her warm cunt. “Or something else?”
She moans, her eyes closed, head dipping back, and hips grinding down on my hand.
“Another finger,” she tells me. “Please.”
I slip out just enough to add a third finger to her tight opening. I edge up inside her slowly, working her open, carefully stretching her walls. But I know she’s ready. She can take it. I push my fingers up inside her up to my knuckles, then back down to start again as she cries out her pleasure.
I pull her back in closer so my mouth can take over her tits again. I fingers work her cunt, slowly but deliberately as my mouth sucks her nipple. My teeth pull on her and I lap all over her breasts like a wild animal. I push my hand up, deep inside her, and stop, moving my fingers inside her. Her eyes pop open and she’s holding on for dear life now. My thumb finds her clit, so swollen and neglected, and I rub it as my fingers work inside her. She can’t take it anymore. Her pussy clenches over my hand as her body tenses up, her nails digging into my skin. She contracts again and again, coming all over my hand.
She goes practically limp in my arms. I slip my fingers out of her and hold her while she catches her breath. She lifts her head, wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me so deeply, exploring my mouth like her tongue has never been there before, that I get even more excited than I was one minute ago. My cock is straining against my boxer briefs, begging to be touched. Thankfully Emily knows exactly what I need, and as she continues to devour my mouth, her hand slips down between us, her palm flat on my stomach, past the elastic of the briefs, easily finding the head of my cock.
Now it’s my turn to moan. She works my cock slowly, her tiny hand taking as much of me as she can.
“Emily, I really need to fuck you,” I say, covering her neck and the top of her chest with kisses. “Right now. I have to have you.”
“So take me,” she says, always so willing.
“I want to fuck you hard,” I tell her. “And then I want to take you back to my place and make love to you all night. Will you let me do that?”
“Yes, Jackson,” she says. “I want that.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Fuck me, Jackson,” she says. “Fuck me hard.”
God, that’s it. I’m going to blow if I don’t do it. But the water will slow me down too much, so I take Emily, still wrapped around me, her hand still stroking my dick, over to the step. We step out together, a bit awkwardly since we’re still all over each other, her hand on my dick, mine roaming over her curves as my mouth runs over the silkiness of her skin.
Now that the water isn’t a factor, Emily starts pumping me faster.
I lead us over to the side, in the dark where the showers are. I can see the chills on Emily’s skin from the night air so I turn on the water and make sure it’s warm and not too hot. Then I move her under the stream. I strip down my boxer briefs and she does the same with her panties.
I crush our wet bodies together again and waste little time in taking my dick in my hand, ready to be inside her. I move her up against the wall, bend my knees, and in one swift motion I shove my dick up inside her cunt, already so wet and stretched and ready from my fingers. It literally lifts her off her feet, and I hold her little body with one arm under her ass, her arms wrapped around my neck, legs around my waist. I slam into her, my only goal to get off so that I can get my mind back and really make love to her, really take care of her. I just need this or I swear I’ll fucking die. I jerk my hips up into her quickly, her moans telling me she’s still enjoying it. I continue to slam into her, pumping her hard, slamming up into her tight pussy as her fingers dig into my shoulders. I burst inside her, the lights behind my eyes pop like rockets as I come again and again, shoving my dick higher into her to get every drop inside her.
When the sensations pass, I feel lightheaded. I slowly pull out of Emily as I lower her to the tiled floor.
“Wow,” she says. “That was…are you okay?”
I’m standing but my body is limp, my eyes still closed. “I am so good,” I say. “Perfectly fine.” I open my eyes and see beautiful naked Emily in front of me, letting the warm water wash over her.
“Do you still want to take me back to your place?” she asks.
“Oh, honey,” I say. “I’m not even close to being finished with you.”
I make good on my promise.
It takes a lot of self-discipline but once we get through the door of my house we make it past the sitting room where we got stuck last time. We are mauling each other with our hands, clothes flying off our bodies and dropping randomly to the floor, but at least we’re moving up the stairs, however slowly.
I need to get her into my bed. It’s the one thing I’ve been fantasizing about since the moment I met her, even if I didn’t quite reali
ze it at the time.
As I lead her down the hall on the second floor Emily says, “Jesus, how big is this place?” Her eyes roam down the long hall. I take her face in my hands, pressing my lips into hers.
Once we’re standing before my bed I scoop her up in my arms and literally toss her onto the mattress. She laughs as she bounces on the thick comforter and way too many decorative pillows. I shove them to the floor. It seems impossible, but Emily looks even sweeter with her damp, loose hair and clean face. I cover her body with mine, ready to get her clothes off. Our shoes are long gone and neither of us put our wet underwear back on, so the barriers between us are few.
Once Emily is lying naked before me, I begin kissing every part of her, worshipping her body. I gently suck at the skin on her neck, kiss over her shoulders and the impossibly smooth skin of her arms. I take the buds of her tits in my mouth, pulling gently as I watch Emily’s hungry face. I work my way down my stiff dick bobs across her thigh, causing a small weep to escape her lips. I love the way her body moves under me, wanting more. Her hands are constantly reaching out for me, touching my chest or shoulders or head. Knowing I’m satisfying her even in these simple ways makes want to do even more to her, please her further.
“Jackson,” her sweet voice calls. “I need you inside me.”
She doesn’t have to say it twice. I scoop her up and move us to the top of the bed, both of us sitting up, my back against the headboard.
“Then sit on my dick,” I tell her, working her breast in my hand. “Put me inside you.”
She reaches down between our bodies and takes me in her soft hand. I close my eyes to her touch, but only briefly. She slowly works me up and down, teasing me for a moment, then scoots on her knees a little closer so that her pussy is right above my dick and damn if she doesn’t tease me further by running my hard cock over that slick eager opening of hers. Finally she sets me right at her opening, then slowly slides down and envelopes my dick. We both sigh out our gratitude.
I let her set the pace, letting her get comfortable. She doesn’t take all of me in at once but eases back up and slowly down again. My mouth is on her tits again, so full I can’t help myself. Soon Emily begins to increase her pace, moving more quickly, pumping on my dick, going deeper. Our bodies are beading with sweat. I love the way it feels running down Emily’s back.
I take her ass in my hands and squeeze her, helping her move on me so she doesn’t have to work so hard. My hands are devilish things around Emily, and I can’t help but pull those firm cheeks apart, kneading them in my hands. With my middle finger I touch her hole, just a little, pressing on it but not entering it. She gasps, her eyes widening.
“I won’t go in,” I say. “I just want to tease you.”
Her hips move back toward my hand slightly, telling me to keep it up while giving my dick a new enthralling angle inside her tight pussy. As she pumps harder over my dick her breasts are bouncing and I’m pressing on her sensitive hole and I know it’s making her mind go wild. She’s slamming her cunt down on me now, her hands on my shoulders for more leverage and I’m not sure I can take it anymore.
“I’m going to come,” she says.
“Yes,” I tell her.
We explode into each other, Emily crying out as I unload into her again. I pull her body close, breasts again my face as we finish, panting, dizzy, ecstatic.
“Jesus Christ, Emily,” I say. “What are you doing to me? You make me absolutely insane.”
We spend the night wrapped in each other’s limbs, caressing each other’s skin, kissing each other’s lips. I start a fire in the bedroom and the glow and warmth of it makes the night even more incredible. I love watching Emily’s eyes get lost in the flames.
We make love again before morning. The more we explore each other, the less shy Emily becomes and it’s such a turn on. When her hand is on my dick, I can’t think straight. If it’s ever in her mouth—and God I hope it will be—I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it. For now, though, all I care about is pleasing her. That makes me plenty satisfied.
“You are making me absolutely crazy,” I tell Emily in the morning, holding her gaze. “You’ve got my mind in disarray and my heart pleading for more. Not to mention my body…”
“You’re doing the same to me,” she says.
“So what should we do? Spend every second together?” If I could swing it, I would do it. Believe me.
“I don’t know,” Emily says. “I’ve never really been in a relationship before.”
“Is that what this is? A relationship?”
“Do you want it to be?”
She’s not looking at me, and I can feel the hopefulness in her words. I don’t know what I want from Emily, but I want her, all the time.
“I don’t want to disappoint you,” I tell her. “I’ve never really been a relationship guy.”
She snuggles closer. “We’ll figure it out. No pressure.”
“No pressure,” I echo.
When we do say goodbye later the next day, I feel closer to her than ever, but also unsure of where it’s all going. I feel more strongly about Emily than I have about any woman in my life. Clearly, being with Emily—forever—would fit nicely into my father’s demands of becoming a family man and I could take command of Croft International as I was born to do.
Still, I’m leery of rushing the relationship. I don’t want to push Emily and frankly, I don’t know if I could be the man she needs me to be. Work has been my whole life. Now I’d almost give it all away to spend every waking moment with her. The worst thing I could do would be to use her. I won’t do that to her. So I forget about the will and Father’s demands and do as Emily says—figure it out. I don’t know when or how or what will happen, but for now I intend to enjoy simply being with her.
Emily
He’s got my head absolutely spinning.
Every moment with Jackson feels like the first drop of roller coaster—exhilarating and dangerous. When I’m with him all I want to do is touch him. When touch him I want to be closer to him, and when we’re not together I can hardly get him out of my mind. I am addicted.
I’m trying to concentrate on school and work and keep my head out of the proverbial clouds. It’s not easy.
The week after the luncheon, Brent wasn’t teaching. Professor Stanwick mentioned Brent was ill, and although I didn’t want the guy to be sick I was glad not to have to see him. I wasn’t sure how he would act after what happened. I figured he was embarrassed that he got pushy with me, and having someone as powerful—physically and otherwise—as Jackson put him in his place probably didn’t help his ego.
When Brent finally came back to class, I’d been so in my own world of Jackson that I hardly noticed him, although I did think he was a bit icy to me when I asked a question about his lecture. I still didn’t think much of him even when Natalie told me after class something he said when she ran into him at a café.
“I asked him how the luncheon had gone,” Natalie explained. “And he said, ‘Why? What’d Emily say?’ I told him I hadn’t even talked to you yet and he said, ‘She better keep quiet unless she wants her shit to come out.’ I was like, oh-kaaay.”
At first I thought, Whoa. Why so aggressive? But I didn’t tell Natalie the whole story. I honestly didn’t want to embarrass Brent. I still thought he was a nice guy—always a nice guy—who had a little crush on me but who wouldn’t stand a chance against Jackson Croft in anyway, from looks to intelligence to downright sexiness.
Today is a work day, not a class day. Some days are both but today I go into the office for a full day.
I’m eating a late lunch at my desk—salad in a Tupperware bowl—when I get a text from Jackson.
You won’t believe this. I have a free hour. Meet me for lunch?
He suggests a restaurant in Faneuil Hall that’s sort of between our offices.
I look at my salad, mostly eaten. I look at the clock—it’s one-thirty. It’s a little strange to take lunch so late but we�
�re not exactly punching in here. And of course I want to see Jackson. I haven’t seen him in so long—thirteen hours, at least. I went to his place last night when he finally got home from the office. I spent the night, and found a room in his house that I don’t think he knew existed. I teased him that there was probably a small family living somewhere in that doublewide that he had no idea about.
Not hungry but will definitely go to see you.
I toss out the rest of my salad, grab my jacket, and go out to meet Jackson. There might even be a little skip in my step.
It’s almost three by the time I get back to the office. I’m pretty sure neither of us wanted to separate so we stayed in the horseshoe booth of the restaurant, sitting close so that we were always touching. We talked as he played with my fingers, brushed my hair behind my shoulder, or gave me quick kisses on my cheek. I kept my hand on his strong thigh, squeezing it sometimes or running my hand up high, watching him take in a quick breath. We didn’t pull ourselves away to leave until the waiter asked, for the third time, if there was anything else he could get us.
When I walk back into the office I am floating.
“Where have you been?” Jules asks once I’m back at my desk.
“Oh, hey,” I say, startled. I’d been staring blankly at my email. “I took a late lunch.”
Jules leans on the doorway of my cubicle and crosses her arms. “Some people are saying you’ve been seeing Jackson Croft. Is that true?”
My defenses shoot up. Who is talking about me and why is it their business?
“Yes,” I say. “We’re…kind of seeing each other.” The truth is, I haven’t talked to anyone about him. I’ve been keeping the relationship close and private because I don’t know what it’s going to become and frankly, I don’t want to jinx it.
“Is it serious?” Jules asks. “Emily, I’m not just asking as your boss. I’m also asking as your friend.”
The way she’s looking at me makes me uncomfortable. This feels very much like a Serious Talk, and I’m not prepared to talk to anyone about Jackson.
