by Dawn Doyle
E: I’m on my way. X
N: I can’t wait. Be careful. X
Emily took the I-90 across Mercer Island and Lake Washington, turning onto the I-405N towards Nick’s apartment.
Pulling into the building’s garage, Emily parked next to Nick’s car and got out. As she walked, she noticed a strong storage cage and inside was a motorbike. Nick’s bike.
“I’ll take you for a ride on it if you’d like.”
Emily jumped.
“You nearly gave me a heart attack!”
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” Nick laughed. “I didn’t want you down here all by yourself, so Roger told me when you pulled in.”
Cupping her face, Nick gave Emily a kiss so gentle she lost her mind for a moment.
“Ok, I forgive you.” She breathed.
“Good. Here, let me take that for you.”
Nick took hold of Emily’s bag and took her hand, leading her to the lift.
He took a key out of his pocket and put into the button panel before pressing his floor number. He lived at the top, and it was extra security to keep unwanted visitors from that floor.
As soon as the doors closed he was on her, backing her into the wall and kissing her senseless. Pressing his thigh between her legs, the seam of her jeans rubbing against her. Like that was his purpose.
“I missed you.” He said, gripping her behind and pulling her hips into him, rubbing his thigh onto her again.
“I missed you too.” She replied, out of breath. Nick had kissed it right out of her.
“You did?”
Emily nodded.
“Good.” He gave a short kiss before the lift doors opened out to the square room that was his own hallway that led to his front door.
As Nick opened the door, Emily was hit with the delicious smells of food and her stomach growled.
“I’m making us dinner.” He smiled, leading her further in and closing the door behind him. “Ok, I didn’t make it but I ordered like a professional.”
“I’m starving.” She said. Her eyes roaming up and down his body.
His black track pants hanging low enough that she would see his V-line if he removed his navy blue, V-neck T-shirt that was enveloping his hard body.
Nick’s eyes widened and a smile crept across his face.
“You’re killing me, Emmy, Seriously.”
He dipped his head and kissed her neck where it met her shoulder and Emily moaned.
“You’re so goddam sexy.” He growled into her ear. “Those jeans look amazing on you, by the way. I can’t wait to peel them off.”
Emily had worn her light blue denim skinnies and a black, long sleeved batwing top. The neck wide enough to expose a shoulder. She loved how Nick’s eyes had run up the length of her body. It made her feel beautiful and seductive.
Nick ran his hands down her back, to her arse and pulled her to him, feeling his hard bulge against her.
He closed his eyes, releasing her.
“I should give you a tour of my home before we don’t make it anywhere else” he teased.
Fine by me!!
Nick showed Emily the closed doors by the entrance. One was the main bathroom and the other a girls’ bedroom.
“This is Cora’s room. When she stays over, that is.”
The room was a mixture of pastel colours and the single bed in the centre, back wall, had white net curtains surrounding it. The bedding white with pink and purple hearts covering it.
To the right stood a white vintage style vanity table, complete with chair, and it had various makeup and brushes on top.
“You did all this for your sister?”
“Actually, she designed it. I just bought it.” He said shyly. “She gets that from my Mom. She’s an interior designer.”
Emily smiled.
“What?” he asked, blushing.
“You’re really sweet.” She beamed.
“Nah. As her big brother I have to do that for her.”
“Does that include makeovers?”
Nick laughed loudly.
“Yeah. I guess it does. Anyway, there’s more to show you.”
Picking up Emily’s bag, Nick led her back through the living room and she looked around the space. It was gorgeous.
“Where’s your bedroom?” she asked. There were no other doors leading anywhere.
“Upstairs.”
Nick turned a corner where a set of stairs were hidden out of view.
“Upstairs? This isn’t an apartment, it’s a house!”
Nick laughed again.
“I suppose it kind of is.”
They went up the stairs that were covered in a cream carpet, and the floor opened to a short hallway, the laundry room to the left.
“Here’s my bedroom.” Nick opened the door, next to the room and Emily gasped.
It was a huge square room, three white walls, the fourth with floor to ceiling windows that could see down on to the living room and also out the other windows, looking out on to the Lake.
The king size bed, in the back centre, was covered in chocolate coloured bedding with a thick cream edging along the top and bottom edges. The pillows were reverse. Cream coloured with the oxford edges, chocolate brown.
The floor was the same walnut as below and the bed frame and headboard looked to be the same wood.
Cylindrical lamps stood on the matching nightstands with a dresser at the foot of the bed.
Walking through the door to the left of the bed, Emily had entered Nick’s bathroom. A huge glass walk-in shower with a rainfall shower head above, and water jets down the side wall. Large beige tiles covered the whole room. From large squares on the floor, to rectangles on the walls.
The door from there led to a huge walk in closet.
All of Nick’s suits and shirts were pressed and hung up. His ties organised onto a tie rack and his shoes all set out underneath. The other side had his casual clothes, keeping work and home separate.
“That’s everything.” He said as she stared at the pictures of him and his siblings on his dresser.
“Does Ryan stay over?” she wondered where he would stay as Cora had the other room.
“Not any more. In my old place, he did but as he got older he stopped. Cora stays a few times a month. Especially when my parents are both working late or out of town. Ryan sometimes watches her when I’m away too.”
Nick, the successful business man, babysitting his little sister. It was so adorable Emily couldn’t help the big grin on her face.
“That’s so nice of you.”
Nick’s face flushed again, as Emily praised him for taking care of his sister.
“Let’s go downstairs. The food’s getting cold.”
*****
After a Chinese takeout of noodles, vegetable spring rolls and veggies in black bean sauce, Nick washed the dishes and Emily tidied the wrappers away.
“Do you want to watch TV?” Nick asked, wrapping his arms around Emily’s waist from behind her. Her pert ass pressing into him.
“Where is your TV?” she asked and he laughed.
“It’s in the living room, of course.” He replied, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa.
Sitting down, he pulled Emily down onto his lap, his arm over the tops of her thighs with his hand holding the side of her ass, and picked up the remote. Pressing a button, the wall parted in two places, disappearing into hidden recesses in the walls.
The Xbox one, WiiU and PS4 were there too, on the shelves in the hidden unit.
“Oh my God!” she whispered. “That’s boss!” she said, eyes wide as she watched the huge TV turn on. “Was that like that when you moved in?”
“Actually, no. It was my Mom’s idea to have it hidden away, so my Dad built the wall out to fit everything in and then constructed the recesses for the wall panels. Originally, I just had the TV on the wall. In fact, my Mom and sister pretty much designed the whole place.”
He couldn’t take credit for how amazing his ap
artment looked, and it did, because he didn’t do anything.
“Seriously? You didn’t pick out anything?”
“Well, my mattress, that’s about it.” His Mom had tried to pick that too but he insisted on choosing his own.
“Well, it looks gorgeous. It’s cool that your Mum’s a designer. You can’t really go wrong with that.”
“Not really. The color’s are ok, but not my favorite.” He said, gazing into her beautiful eyes.
“What’s your favorite?”
“Blue.”
Emily smiled, her cheeks flushing.
Nick cupped her face with his hand and pulled her mouth to his, his tongue seeking entry. Emily opened to him and sucked his tongue inside, his pants growing tighter by the second.
Her lips were perfect for him. So soft, full and sweet.
All mine.
He raised his hand further, his fingers tangling into her light brown hair, the loose strands pulling back away from her face as he combed through.
Emily placed her hand along his jaw and caressed his stubble, tickling his skin, causing him to break out in goosebumps.
Suddenly she pulled back, gripped the bottom edge of her black top and lifted, pulling it over her head.
Nick was hard as stone as her breasts bounced before him, encased in pink lace, with white bows in the centre.
Dropping his head, he kissed across the swells and darted his tongue out to lick her cleavage.
Emily’s breathing deepened and Nick could see he hard nipples protruding through the fabric.
Cupping his face, Emily brought his head back up to her mouth. Gently kissing him before getting off his lap, still holding his hand.
She guided him up and then tugged at his shirt, lifting it up and he bent so she could remove it completely, as she walked backwards in the direction of the stairs. He kissed her again once more before she had to turn to climb the stairs.
Nick placed his hands either side of her hips as she stepped, running his hands over her ass, feeling how her muscles contracted beneath his palms.
He didn’t give her any time when they reached the landing, as he pulled on her waist band and popped the buttons on her jeans, pulling down the zipper and hooking his thumbs inside to pull them down her legs.
He kissed his way down her body, her stomach, her hips and her legs as he removed her jeans, revealing a thong to match her bra. Emily tangled her fingers through his hair as he went.
He loved how she did that.
Just her hands anywhere on him was heaven.
Emily stepped out of her jeans and took a step back, and he kicked them to the side. Nick felt her hand on his cock, over his pants. She stroked up and down then pulled on the sides of the fabric.
Down they went, but she didn’t have to pull far. They were loose and just fell to the floor.
“I need to be inside you, babe, I want you… now.” He said, stepping out of his sweats.
They continued their journey into his room, kissing each other, hands feeling each other’s bodies.
Nick reached to the clasp on Emily’s bra, opening it, pulling the straps down and tossing that too.
He groaned as the pain from the need to be in her ran through him when he looked down at her large, perfect mounds. The pink of her nipples teasing him, begging for his attention.
He cupped his hands around them and softly pushed them together, pressing his lips to each one, sucking a nipple into his mouth and gently nipping with his teeth.
Emily cried out as he did and she took him in her hand, stroking his cock.
“Nick!” she breathed, he could feel her shaking in his hands, her breathing erratic as he teased her orbs with his hands and mouth.
He wanted to pleasure her. To make her feel everything that she had been missing. She was never going to miss a thing ever again. He was going to give it to her over and over for as long as he lived.
He wanted her forever.
I love her so much.
Nick reached down and pulled the covers back on his bed, guiding Emily down where she stood, the backs of her knees against the edge.
As Emily lay back, Nick knelt down on the floor. His lips on her breasts, replacing them with his hands as he moved to her smooth toned stomach.
He kissed over the creamy skin to her belly button and down to her curls. Removing her pink lace thong as he went.
“Emmy, you don’t need to cover your mouth.” He said then darted his tongue out, and ran it over her hard nub.
“Nick!” she squealed. “Oh God!” her back arched and Nick stroked down her folds with his finger, her legs trembling.
He lifted a leg and placed her foot on his shoulder, the pink nail polish on her toe nails sparkling in the light.
Nick kissed along her inner thigh, his stubble brushing against her skin. Gently stroking through her soft folds, he pushed his middle finger inside her and she gasped. Pulling out, he pushed in a little further feeling the warmth and the wetness growing.
He neared her centre and closed his mouth around her bundle of nerves and lightly sucked.
Emily’s back arched off the bed and she moaned out loud, his own arousal increasing with hearing her in pleasure.
Swirling his tongue around her clit, he continued to pump his fingers in and out. He ran his tongue up the length of her, from entrance to nub and Emily cried out.
She tasted clean and sweet and he loved it.
She clamped around his fingers as he stroked her, and he knew she was close, he circled her clit and sucked.
Her breathing stopped.
“Oh… Nick…ah!” she screamed and her inner walls gripped his fingers tighter, her orgasm soaking his fingers as she came.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. His dick was about to explode, he had to be inside her.
Lifting up and moving above her, Nick looking into her climax hazed eyes and smiled. He would never get tired of making that happen.
Hooking his hands under her back, her pulled her further up the centre of the bed, took himself in his hand, and guided to her entrance before pushing into her.
Emily’s hand wrapped around his back, her nails scraping his skin.
He broke out in prickles and his cock jerked inside of her as she gripped him tight inside.
So tight.
He continued pushing until he was buried deep inside of her, making her take a deep breath and releasing it with a moan.
Emily ran her fingertips over his back and swirled upwards until she threaded a hand into his hair.
She lifted her head and kissed him. Licking across his lip, asking for entry. He parted his lips and her tongue found his. They mingled together, lips nipping and sucking.
Nick pulled out of her, just a fraction, and pushed right back in.
Emily softly bit down on his lip, as she whimpered. The sounds coming from her tipping him further over the edge.
He continued to stroke in and out, his movements increasing, pulling out further until he was driving into her fully and deeply.
Nick’s skin was damp with perspiration from trying to control himself and hold back, his heart thundering and pounding in his ears.
Just looking at Emily in her aroused and passionate state had him holding on by the skin of his teeth. Her breasts bouncing against him, her legs gripping him and her hands holding on tight not wanting to let him go.
“Nick… oh God, yes!” She squealed, high pitched, her legs quivering as they held tight around his thighs.
She reached down, her hand gripping his ass, holding him, feeling his thrusts as he made love to her. He growled like an animal, breaking their kiss.
Breathing heavily, their mouths almost touching, Nick watched Emily as she looked into his eyes, the blue now a small ring around the large dilated pupils, and knowing his would be the same.
“Emmy.” He whispered against her lips. “I… I…” Nick stopped himself from saying anything else, he tensed his jaw as Emily’s insides clamped around him. Her he
ad fell back into the bed as her cries became louder.
“Oh… God! Nick!!! AHHHH!”
Nick buried his head into her neck as she screamed his name loudly.
He latched on to her neck with his lips as he let go of his control.
Feeling the rage of sensations crashing over him, burning through his body causing every muscle fibre to contract, he released into her with everything he had.
Emily’s nails dug into his skin as she came, only increasing the pleasure further. Releasing her neck, he cried out her name too.
“Emmy!” his voice sounded strangled as everything in him had constricted.
Emily’s vice grip released and he slowed his movements, both of them coming down from their world rocking orgasm.
Getting their breathing under control, Nick pushed Emily’s hair back and she pushed his back too.
“My Emmy.” He whispered.
“My Nick.” She whispered in reply, and his heart hurt hearing her say that.
He was so happy in that moment. Both declaring that each owned the other. And she did own him. Every part of his whole being. He was hers and she was his.
Nick softly pressed his lips to hers and slowly pulled out of her; Feeling the loss of her immediately.
“Come on.” He said, holding her hands and pulling her up. Leading her to the bathroom and into the huge shower cubicle.
Once the water was warm, they stepped inside, washing each other.
“Oh my God!” she said suddenly with a smile as she spotted the products in the shower, and pointing to a bottle. “That’s what you smell like. Baby shampoo!” She shook her head as if finally realizing something she couldn’t figure out.
“What?”
“You smell like baby shampoo all the time. Your car and your office smell like it too.”
“You said my car smelled nice the night I took you home from the club.”
“I know.” She said embarrassed.
