Emma saluted him then crossed her heart. “Well in that case, cross my heart and hope to die. See you at home?” She actually cooed the question that sent him eagerly in search of his keys. The darkness that had followed her around casting shadows had lightened.
She wanted to call his home hers.
“Hell yes,” he said enthusiastically. Next to paying off the loans her parents had taken out to put Emma through college, being able to be the one to provide her a home was next on his list.
He found his keys still in his now clean and dry jeans pocket and took the one to his apartment off his ring and tossed it in her direction. She caught it and smiled—and bit her lip.
“I already have a key to your place, silly,” she said.
“I know, but now you have mine. Don’t laugh.”
But neither of them could stifle the giggle completely. She tossed the key back to him and he caught it. “I must really have you off your game, Sam Jason. You’re gonna need your key to get inside your apartment.”
Damn, she was right. “Good point,” he said, knowing now he was a lost cause when it came to her. “Our apartment,” he reminded her with a wink and yeah, maybe a little heat creeping up the back of his neck.
He had some cleaning up and decorating to do before she got there. He’d stop by the drugstore and get some candles…and champagne...and popcorn.
More importantly, Sam had some questions for Emma before he left.
“Before I give you the rest of this…” Sam used the classic move on her and slid his one hand down his chest, abs, and all the way down to his still-hard crotch and squeezed. “You’re gonna need to answer me one question.”
She smiled and tilted her head, knowing she didn’t have to do anything of the sort but was willing to play along.
“Favorite new S words. Go.”
He watched her think, loving that they could read each other so easily.
“Well, let’s see here. There’s spaghetti and sea turtle and supercalifragil—”
“How about this one? Stop! And Silly.”
The way she looked at him just then made him feel weak before it pumped him up the likes of Mr. Olympia.
“Sam. That’s it. Just that one.”
She was too good for him. Always would be. That’s why he’d do any and everything he could to take the best care of her, even if it meant getting his Army ass in a Navy officer’s uniform every night and shaking it good. “I have a favorite word, too, but it doesn’t start with an S,” he said, holding her close and nipping at her lips before he kissed her.
She started to say something, but he stopped her with another kiss. He couldn’t wait to get home where he planned to stay for her, night after night after night. They didn’t need restraints. Their hearts would keep them where they belonged. “Emma.”
Chapter Thirteen
Three weeks later, still settling into each other, getting closer and closer…
A piece of elastic wedged between Emma’s toes.
She kicked at it and wiggled in his arms, so ready for this moment they’d been working up to the entire month of December. The white suspenders he’d worn for her that had lasted all of two minutes got shoved into blanket oblivion.
“Sorry, hon,” she said.
The apology was for knocking him off his rhythm that had fine-tuned her breath into a purr. She felt so sexy like this.
The tip of his tongue played with her like he was in the middle of some powerful takeover of her lower lady-parts.
“I said I was sorry,” she managed to get out.
He just grunted out some unintelligible response that made her smile. Her man was busy.
She felt her flesh being prompted upward under his tongue’s masterful guidance and then the sweeping U-turn he made to travel back down. He kissed her and then journeyed inside her, she could only imagine the taste he was getting of her most private place as she felt his tongue push in and curl up in a strong stroke that licked and pulled. She shuddered, a reaction that hardened his every bulging muscle as she watched and begged him not to stop.
This time that strong tip of his tongue licked its way to her swollen nub and flicked then sucked. The short, deep sounds of his satisfaction told her he was enjoying himself. She'd never felt more like someone's woman than she did right now as another long, deep delving lick convinced her of his need. Just then, as she grabbed one handful of sheet and the other of his hair, he sucked a mouthful of her inside, held the tingly flesh with his teeth and lips, and groaned a deep growl while he continued to play and sample. She'd been so nervous he wouldn't like her down there, but Sam was leaving no questions about it.
“Come for me baby. I want every last bit of your pleasure on my tongue.” That deep voice and those hungry words left her gasping as she felt her hips pushing upward into his mouth. His nose and lips and hands played and petted her entire nether-region as his licks became somehow even more driven. Then he blew on her in just the right spot and licked a little torturous lick. Then blew again and just barely wetted her clit with the smallest tip of his tongue. At this rate, she was going to explode into orgasm just from the tiny feathery shots of his breath blowing and chilling her.
"Please, Sam, I'm going to come."
"I know. I plan to keep doing this until you do exactly that."
She couldn't help but reach both hands to his head and pull down, needing more of his mouth on her.
But he didn't let her control where his head went.
"Unh-uh. I am going to watch you have this first orgasm for me. I need to see these pretty pink lips quiver and pulse, just for me, Emma."
Then it was a tiny wet lick up her seam and a little puff of his breath and she felt herself squeezing, her clit expanding and becoming smaller, and a faint wet squishing noise that she realized was the sound of her orgasming just for him. For the up close and personal viewing of her best friend. She watched him staring in wonder as she continued to spasm. With his finger, he swirled her juices around her opening.
"God, that was beautiful."
“That was us,” she said and kissed his nose.
****
“Sam,” she began to say, but he cut her off with that powerful thick tongue of his and a kiss so raw she knew he'd just claimed her, ruining any other man’s chances of ever being this good, this meaningful, this raw.
“I want to put my dick in you so bad right now, hon.”
“I want that, too, Sam.” She tried to find him with her hand and knew the second she did.
“Sam, put yourself inside me. Be with me.”
His green-grey eyes said he'd love to but held a hint of reservation.
“What? We’re ready. I’m so completely ready. You felt me just now.” She asked, stroking his hard jaw and handsome face.
He went back on his haunches and blinked at her. She'd never seen him be shy like this and it was killing her to know what he wasn't saying.
“Please, just tell me. Anything.”
He breathed in a beautiful, deep breath. Beautiful because it opened and expanded all the muscles of his neck, chest and shoulders. Her eyes watched this simple movement in amazement at what a masculine specimen her best friend was.
His one hand reached out to her and caressed her hair and cheek in his cupped warm palm before it slid down to her hand. He held her fingers with his. She became lost in his ability to be so tender. As they watched each other without so much as a blink, she saw his other hand go to his cock and take it in a soft fist.
As he refocused around her warmth that held him in a way he’d wanted to be held his entire life, he felt himself ready to release. He held his breath, delaying the exquisite inevitable until he felt that warmth of hers start to pulse around him.
“Thank you. Hey hero,” she said back to him. They usually laughed at the term, but now was not the time to break out into laughter as they were prone to do. Things really had gone from insane to absurd to sweet perfection for them. He let out a low chuckle the mome
nt he saw her biting back a grin herself. That dazzling smile did it to him every time. But words he’d never laugh at sat right there, so close to coming out of his mouth and landing on her sweet neck.
What came out of his mouth was a moan. He couldn’t help it. She was about to send him to that happy place he’d only ever found with her. If he died right now, he might not go as an angel, but he’d already be in heaven.
****
As Sam’s seed pumped inside of her, Emma felt and heard his breath hitch, like he was about to cry.
“Sam, you okay?”
“Yeah, I just regret…” he started but then quieted.
“You’re having regrets?” No way was that true. They’d shared each other’s everything since that first night he’d come back to his apartment and found her there in his kitchen, wearing nothing but his old Army PT shirt and stirring leftover chili she’d found in the fridge.
He was hiding something.
She knew Sam Jason better than herself some days.
Before she could worry too much more, he pressed his lips into her ear, not for a kiss but more like he still needed a moment. The intake and outlet of his breaths grew quieter, the hitching stopped, as he took a few seconds. When he seemed calm and in control again, she prompted him for more.
“Hey, whatever it is,” she said and pulled down on his massive shoulders, taking more of the weight he still tried to save her from most nights. She’d found the perfect spaces allowing her to feel all of his beautiful mass and still breathe underneath. They fit just right, he fit just right as his orgasm evened out and she felt his abs and buns squeeze a few more times before coming to a sated stop.
“No. No. I just realized how much I love you.”
“Oh. Well, duh.” But with him laying so close, surely he’d feel what those words had just done to her, how rocked her heart had just been, how joy had just shot to every pore, every freckle, every finger and toe. She remembered to breathe.
Sam laid one perfect, soft kiss to the side of her neck, just to the side of her baby hairs.
“And how dumb I was not to have made you promise to marry me first.”
Marry her best friend? The one she’d loved and dreamed about since turning thirteen? The one who was all man now. A man who was her partner, who worked as long if not longer shifts than she did? The one who’d gifted her parents back the home they’d secretly bartered for her education? That Sam Jason?
“Yes.” She ran her hand up the back of his military-length shaved hair. His whole body shuddered. “I mean, I thought you’d be in uniform when you finally got the balls to pop the question, but I guess luck just isn’t a lady tonight.” She had to fight to control the happiness and the gigantic grin trying to burst from her mouth.
She felt him reach down and when his hands came back up, he had the white suspenders from his old Navy dress whites Stay costume. He took a second to gently wrap her one wrist with one of the elastic ends and then pulled the other end around his and tightened it, barely, with his teeth.
“How’s that?” he said in his sexy, deep voice.
“You’re perfect, and I think you might have missed the part where I said yes a couple seconds ago.”
Now their laughter filled the apartment. Now they were home. Now this was real.
The End
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