by Kim Black
“What the… are you freaking crazy Em?” he retorted while holding on to his now reddened face.
It serves you right, I thought to myself. I had wanted to do that to him since we’d first broken up. Many nights, I had laid in my bed crying, wanting so bad to hurt him like he hurt me and today he was so lucky that we were seated in the car or I might have just kicked the crap out of his blasted boner, making sure that he wouldn’t be able to use it ever again.
I had to admit that a small piece of me was slapping Julien as well, but that was a battle for another day, right now I had to deal with the past bastard who had screwed me over.
“Get the heck out my car! You think you can just show up and bam, everything is fixed? You’re some cocky piece of work aren’t you Adam? Well save that crap for someone else. Beat it!” I ordered, unlocking the car door and pointing out.
He stared at me at first and then slowly made his way out of the car, but not before saying something completely unexpected. “I know I don’t deserve you, but I need you. It feels like I have been breathless since you left and I… I realized that who I thought I was…” he trailed off and then paused, looking down at the ground.
I had never seen him this way before. The Adam I had known and loved was cocky, confident… an ass! But this person before me seemed a little different; on the surface he was the same but… I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
“I am nothing without you. Just please think about it. There’s more to the story than you know, but telling you now would only hurt you more, so just know that I love you and would never intentionally hurt you. Please just… think about it,” he continued, bringing me out of my reverie.
He turned and walked away, hands still clutching his bruised face, defeat causing his shoulders to slouch. Who the heck was that guy? What did he mean by there was more to the story?
Instinctively I got out of the car, wanting to call after him. I needed to… to what? I wasn’t sure but when I did call out for him, he was too far to hear me and my heart plummeted. A swell of emotions took over as tears flooded my eyes. He had somehow placed me back in time, a time where my heart yearned for him and that was too much for me to handle. I had spent the last year determined to put him behind me and in one conversation, everything I had done fell to the waste wayside. What is happening to me?
I watched as he disappeared, feeling lost and sobbing now into my hands. As a child I never cried, but since coming into adulthood, men had broken me down and made me someone I couldn’t begin to recognize.
“A boyfriend I assume?” I heard from behind me and right then, in the parking lot of my job, I wanted to die. Julien!
JULIEN
I had just arrived at Emily’s job when I spotted her in a car with some Backstreet Boy wannabe, holding her hand against his chest. Frozen, I watched as he seemingly pleaded with her. Who was this man? And how could Emily be upset with me when she herself apparently had a boyfriend?
A pain surged within me when she fled the car in attempt to call after him and when she broke into tears, anger streamed from my pores. Was this the same woman who accosted me verbally for having a wife? Unwilling to listen to me and stormed out of my home, refusing to speak to me?
I had spent the entire afternoon calling my contacts in the restaurant industry and finally found out where she worked. Practicing in my head the whole way over what I would say to her as I handed her two dozen long stemmed roses. All of this to find that she had been dishonest herself, making me feel… what is this I was feeling?
I wasn’t the jealous type so that couldn’t be it, I was sure. Jealousy was for insecure men; men who were lacking and I knew that I was definitely not one of those men, but the feeling coursing through my body was foreign to me and I didn’t like it. Mince! Dang!
I wanted to scream, yell, drive away and forget all about her and her silly looking boyfriend, but I couldn’t. There was something that made me possessive of her; something inside of me that called out for her. She was mine!
“A boyfriend I assume!” was all I could muster to say through my clenched jaw once I reached her, my heart pounding roughly against my chest, drowning out all the noise around me. How could she do this to me? Did we not have something special? This woman… she had somehow gotten to me, weakened me and brought out a side of me that I didn’t know existed. I wanted to yell at her and hold her all at once, taking her from the possibility of being with this other man and keeping her all to myself. Showing her what she had reduced me to and punishing her with the growing boner in my pants, which stood at attention as if saluting its master. A slave, she had made me her slave.
“What are you doing here Julien?” she asked when she spun around and then bolted past me towards the car.
Maddened by anger, I reached for her arm and pulled her to my arms, holding her in place as my eyes burned through her. “Who was that man Emily?” I demanded, my anger only growing with every passing second.
She looked up at me, eyes still red from fresh fallen tears, but no words came out. Instead she finished me off without so much as opening her mouth. She pulled me into a hug and held on, my body instantly coming undone by her embrace. You drive me mad woman…
Anger now somewhat deflated, I relished the feel of her warm skin against me. Her breasts were pressed firmly against my chest and I could even feel her hardened nipples through the light material of her blouse. My face somehow found its way to the crook of her neck, nose smothered by the sweet enticement of her perfume. Her hair was dancing in the wind softly and time and space disappeared.
Mine, she was mine. Mon amour.
EMILY
I wasn’t sure what happened exactly, but when Julien pulled me into his arms, roughly and with jealousy, I… pulled him in. I didn’t know how to explain the need I had for him at that moment but I knew that I did in fact need him. I wanted to bury all of the emotions I had been feeling, replacing them with one specific need; a need I knew only he could fulfill. Was that selfish?
“Follow me to my house,” I finally said, not asking but commanding, breaking the tenderness of the moment. This was no time for tender. I needed rough, hot and steamy, that was all.
He didn’t say a word, but the soft and defeated look in his stunning gold-grey, piercing eyes, quickly changed to determined desire when he pulled away from our embrace, scanning my body lustfully. I backed away slowly, giving him more time to admire, watching as he took a long hard swallow. He was hungry and so was I.
When I got into my car, he moved swiftly to his and two seconds later we peeled off into traffic. I could feel my body yearning for his touch for the entire ride, my panties wet in anticipation; memories of our night together causing my nub to pulsate in need, pure animalistic need.
It was true that I hadn’t processed all that Charlette, his wife, had said. I was still upset that he hadn’t confessed his unique situation during our intimate conversation that night but right now my head was turned off to everything but the throbbing between my legs. I needed a release, an escape from wives and ex-boyfriends; from life itself. The minute that we parked the cars in front of my apartment complex, I considered that Julien had probably never stepped foot in a neighborhood like mine. It wasn’t the absolute worst but it definitely was far from the mansion that he lived in.
I exited the car and walked over to him, grabbing him by his silk blue tie and led him to my door. As we entered, Julien, a little predictably, was all over me, tugging and pulling, kneading my skin with his strong hands. We were still tangled together, his lips devouring mine, as he kicked the door shut. Oh how I missed you!
Reluctantly, I pulled away, prying his greedy hands away, and pulling on his tie as I led him into my bedroom. I could feel his intense eyes probing me from behind. Yes, Julien… this was now my show, I’m in charge, I told myself. That first night he was the one who conquered my body but tonight I would seek my revenge on him, exploring him completely.
I brought him to the side of the be
d, pulling on him so that his face was inches from mine. I brushed my lips lightly against his as I said, “Don’t move.”
I slid my body onto the queen sized bed, facing him. I loved the animalistic and passionate desire in his eyes as he watched me.
“Slowly take off your clothes Julien,” I commanded.
He groaned softly as he did as he was told. He unzipped and dropped his pants, letting them fall to his feet. His erection sprung out from the confines of his boxers, engorged and ready for attention; and oh what a delightful sight it was! Built perfectly it was long and thick, jerking eagerly as I looked him over. Each time it twitched, my mouth watered at the thought of taking him into my hungry mouth. He removed his pinstriped navy jacket and tossed it aside before finally taking off his shirt and tie, standing completely nude before me. The sight of him melted my insides and a flow of liquid oozed freely between my legs.
“Do you want me Julien?” I asked as I moved closer to the edge of the bed. I watched as his breathing increased, his eyes barely open, but still intense with greedy, lusty desire. The unhinged animalistic man, that had taken me so roughly before, was near the surface and burning to take control but I was not ready to let him take over just yet. Slowly I undressed, leisurely unbuttoning my shirt and slipping my skirt off. I made sure to linger longer than usual, watching as his breath caught in his throat each time an article of my clothing was removed.
“Emily…” he groaned as my bra came off, almost sounding like he was in pain. I left my thong panties on just to extend his torment. He had to wait just a little longer for that. This was definitely my show now and I wanted to take full advantage.
“You didn’t answer my question Julien,” I teased as I nested my legs in between his, inching closer and closer to his engorged thick erection and taking him into my hand. My eyes never left his.
He hissed in agony. “Yes I want you Mon chaton, my kitten. Why must you torture me so?” he said as his eyes closed tightly, tilting his head back. I knew that men like Julien weren’t used to relinquishing power to their women. He was the dominator, but not tonight. Tonight, he would submit first and maybe, just maybe, I would restore the balance of power.
My hands were still on him as I stroked his manhood softly; inching closer, my mouth hovered over him, allowing my hot breath to caress his mushroomed head, causing him to let out a deep, guttural groan.
“How much Julien? How much do you want me baby?” I asked while looking up at him through my lashes. Before he could open his mouth to answer, my lips took him whole. My tongue massaging him with purpose as his body went rigid in agony and pleasure. Oh how I missed him, I thought again.
Slowly I worked him, sucking, and licking; taking him deeper and deeper as his hands found their way to my hair, and guided me down his thick, lovely shaft. His sharp indrawn breath pleased me as I took him in all the way. I knew he was close because a small squirt of liquid caressed my tongue, letting me know I had to stop. I pulled away, letting out a popping sound from the release of suction.
“Don’t,” he cried out, wanting for more.
“Ah, patience Mon amour,” I giggled as I recalled him saying those same words to me when I whimpered for more from him. I felt powerful, sexy and I loved it!
Realizing my chosen phrase, his lips curled up, “Mean, mean woman you are Emily…” he teased.
Slowly I turned over onto all fours. I liked the obedient Julien but it was time to summon the primal animal within him and I knew just what would do the trick. I perked my ass up in the air, giving him a lovely view, my mound wet and dripping with excitement. Come for me Julien, let that animal out.
He groaned and slowly walked up to me, attempting to grab me, but I moved away, “Tsk, tsk, tsk… Didn’t I tell you not to move,” I said, my face turned to him with my ass still in the air. “You don’t want to get punished, do you?” I scowled playfully.
To my surprise, he stepped back, although I could see I was testing his patience. It wouldn’t be long before that primal animal inside of him came rushing to the surface, commanding its power back and taking me just the way it had before. I had just a few more minutes so I had to make it count. Determined, I brought my hand to my mound, caressing my nub as he watched, with his chest flaring up and down, and his eyes seemingly mesmerized.
“Tell me Julien, do you like what I’m doing?” I asked, half teasing but fully aroused.
He grunted, “Ah huh…” his eyes were fixated on my swollen mound as I teased my aching nub.
It was now or never. I slid my finger through my silken folds, feeling my body clench around it, moaning in enjoyment and felt him itching to move closer but halting. I pulled my finger out of me and brought it to my mouth, licking it painfully slow, and tasting my sweet essence. Bingo!
JULIEN
It pained me to stand there watching as she pleasured herself, tormenting me and turning me on each time her finger slid in and out of her. And then, just like that everything went dark, she brought her finger to her mouth, licking her own juices and I lost all control. I couldn’t wait, and couldn’t just stand there and not take her as mine. I needed to be inside of her, needed to feel that beautiful mound of hers clench around my shaft as I pounded all of her troubles away; and all our of troubles away.
I grabbed her by the ass, flipping her over and then kissed her, hard! Our tongues dancing in unison as my hands travelled down her sexy body, finding the small neat landing-strip sized patch of hair, my fingers parting her dripping folds, and caressing her with gusto. She felt so wonderful.
Breaking the kiss, I pulled her to the edge of the bed, kneeling before her sweet smelling sex, and inhaled deeply to take her all in. I took her into my mouth strong and demanding, claiming it for myself as she gaspeds and panted, her hands running through my hair. Her face was priceless as my tongue entered her warm place; she thrashed and thrust her hips, developing a rhythm of her own as my fingers took the place of my tongue. Returning my mouth to her swollen nub, I pounded her with my fingers, watching her face as she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Yes, Mon amour. Let it all out!
“Yes! Julien… Oh my God yes!”
Her moans grew frantic, signaling me that she was near her release but just before her sex began to pulsate against my fingers inside of her, I pulled away, standing to my feet.
She whimpered. “Why… why’d you stop?” she asked between breaths, her eyebrows frowning in the most adorable way.
“Mon amour, I have thought of this moment since our last time together. I want you to come with me inside of you,” I roared as I slowly climbed her beautiful soft body, my eyes never leaving hers. My mind desperately wanted to separate sex from any feelings that I may have had for her but it was useless. I couldn’t deny that she made me feel things that I had never felt before. She tortured me in the most agonizing way and yet thrilled me just the same; shattering the man I had been my entire life and exposing something deep within me. It scared me, I could admit that… well not to her but I at least I could admit it to myself now. The thought of being with her and the thought of her walking away all summoned the same fear… What am I going to do with you Mon amour?
She gave me a small, wicked smile and shifted so that she was comfortable, “As you wish Julien. Do with me whatever you want.”
There laid my little vixen, completely wonton and primed just for me. I needed to have her, needed to feel her again. The way her body responded to me was all I could think about after she left me, and though I couldn’t explain it, being with her again felt like it completed me in a way. She was like a drug that I couldn’t get enough of.
I entered her in one powerful thrust, filling her completely. She screamed in pleasure, gathering fists full of sheets into her hands. Every care or fear fled my mind, and I felt nothing but her warm, slick, dripping mound welcoming me home. I wanted to savor this feeling. Ahhh, my Emily.
I didn’t want to rush this; I wanted it to last as long as possible. The thoughts of Emily leavi
ng me the other morning still lingered in my mind even as I assaulted her sex. If she would decide to leave again, or rather have me leave since this was, in fact, her home, I wanted to imprint this moment into our minds, knowing that no matter what, her body would always remember me.
She quivered under me as I picked up speed, her breasts jiggling from the pounding of our pelvises. Her fingers now clawing at my shoulders as I hovered over her, a mere two inches from her face. “Oh Julien… Julien… I love the way you feel inside of me,” she screamed between moans, as she dug her nails into my sweaty flesh.
She squealed when I grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. “You love having me buried deep inside of you my Emily? Tell me you love it” I whispered against her cheek softly yet in a commanding tone, all the while pounding her cervix, bringing her near her end.
“I… love it… Julien…” she whispered back, panting and moaning with each thrust. Her eyes closed shut; and her brows frowned as she bit down on her lip with force. She was gorgeous.
The throbbing against my cock signaled me that she was near her climax and simultaneously trigged my own climax. She arched her back and rocked her hips against mine.
“Yes… yes… oh my God, yes!” she screamed as the waves crashed between us. Her hands were clutching onto the silk sheets, and our eyes were connected as our bodies ascended high above.
“Je t'adore mon Emily. I adore you my Emily.”
“Right back at ya,” she moaned as she descended down, her breath slowing along with mine.
Chapter Seven
“Be thankful for what you have; you'll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don't have, you will never, ever have enough”
~ Oprah Winfrey ~
EMILY
Julien was confusing to me. One minute he was like an animal, taking me hard and strong making me bite my lip to keep from screaming his name and then the next it was as if he was making love to me, looking deep into my eyes as we reached our peak. It was unsettling because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to make love. Why couldn’t this be just sex, just two people giving each other what they needed at the time? You know you’re full of it Em. You know damn well you want that man. Stop fighting it.
