Red Crystal Romance: #1 Emma

by Diroll-Nichols, Karen

  It was the low groan in the silence of the room that made her look up, the smile she offered him sweet and inviting. She had opened two buttons of her bodice, a faint sheen of moisture coating her brow when she turned to face him. She laid the pencil aside and closed her book, her hands held out to him.

  “All finished with business?” She asked, her next question hesitant. “You won’t tell me why they keep returning.”

  “I don’t know, Emma, not positively. We’ve made guesses and believe me when I say they do not portray either of our parents in a positive light,” Lucas admitted, forcing his mind to something other than the rise and fall of her breasts. His palms itched at the memory of them and how sweetly they filled his hands. He could almost feel the small ripe berry of each nipple between his thumb and finger and how her body reacted and arched for more. “You’ve set up a nice workspace for yourself here.”

  “Somehow it doesn’t surprise me about my father. From what I’ve seen of them both…” she drew in a slow breath. “From what I feel when they’re near… It’s a true wonder either of us became half decent human beings at all.”

  Lucas took one of her palms and urged her to the floor before releasing her fingers.

  “Are you cold?”

  Emma offered a quizzical look. “Not at all. It’s quite nice at the moment.”

  “Remove your dress, Emma,” Lucas turned and closed the door behind him, turning the latch before shoving his hands once more into the pockets of his trousers. He liked the faint blush that struck her cheeks at his words. He savored the hint of uncertainty in her eyes; eyes she refused to break from his gaze. “I won’t ask again. And it will cost you a swat, should I have to help you.”

  Emma nodded and lifted fingers that shook slightly to the buttons down the front of her dress. She fumbled with the small buttons, the sides of her dress falling open with each new one she set free. They ran a few inches below her waist, her dress clinging to her shoulders with its short sleeves when she finished. She looked up at him expectantly.

  “Off, Emma, not merely open,” Lucas reminded her evenly.

  Emma nodded and lifted both hands to her shoulders, giving the top a little push until it slid down her arms and pooled at her feet. She stood before him in a sleeveless camisole edged with lace around the scooped neckline, the firm outline of her breasts visible through the delicate fabric.

  Plump but small, the nipples pebbled, the wrinkled darker circle around each making his mouth water in anticipation. He wanted to wrap his tongue around each one and tug until she screamed her need to him.

  “Untie the drawers and let them fall. Open the camisole and leave it…” Lucas walked across the room, stopping when she turned. “Face the door, Emma.”

  He moved behind her, his hands on her waist and then sliding up her rib cage to cup a breast in each one. Her breathing quickened and she swayed a little against him as the fine fabric slipped down her long legs to the floor. His hands stroked over the silken skin, down her hips to her thighs and back to her waist. He pulled her against him, a move that made them both groan aloud.

  “The camisole, Emma,” he reminded her gruffly. Her behind rubbed against his cock, stroking it through the fabric of his trousers. “I want you…I’ve never known such a powerful need before.”

  “It isn’t a bad thing,” Emma whispered back, relaxing against him and opening the small ties down the front of her camisole. Her head fell to his shoulder and he nudged her with his face until he took her lips in a deep, hard kiss, their tongues fencing and thrusting passionately.

  Lucas gave into the need, his hands caressing across her stomach. One went to tease and arouse a pebbled nipple while the other cupped the soft mound. His fingers stroked through the swollen center, the hot wetness coating his fingers.

  “Emma…my Emma…I want to bend you over the stool and fuck us both into unconsciousness,” he whispered, nibbling his way along her throat at the same time he thrust two fingers into the wet channel. Her gasp bit into his senses as strongly as her muscles grasped his fingers, tugging them and pulling them deeper.

  “Yes…I love the way you touch me, Lucas…”

  “I want to taste you,” he rasped against her throat, licking his tongue to her ear and biting down. “Leave the camisole…I like you in lace…” he moved in front of her and pulled one of the hardback chairs over and sat her down. Before she could blink, he was on his knees, pushing her legs apart and staring at the plump, soft folds swollen and waiting for him.

  Her nectar glistened around the fat, richly pink petals that made up her labia, smeared there by his fingers. He moved closer, inhaling her scent and groaning at the hard lurch his cock gave, demanding to be released inside her.

  Lucas licked along the outside, taking each fold into his mouth and savoring the salty-sweet taste. He moved his tongue up her slit, millimeter by millimeter, parting her lips around it and spreading her juice up. He came close to her clit, the one place he knew she wanted him to lick, before returning to the small panting opening and licking in the same manner.

  This second time he went a little bit closer to her clit, but still avoided it. Emma groaned in frustration and tried to force his head to where she desperately wanted it. Lucas deftly avoided her efforts to make him lick her clit and instead made his way back to that taut opening and licked up, stopping just under where her clit poked out.

  He could feel her thighs straining, desperate for one lick, one suck, one anything to get her off. Lucas could hardly wait any longer himself, so he decided it was time. He poked his tongue into her opening and moved it in and out like a mini-cock before tracing it up into her wet folds. His tongue played with the folds, feeling them squish beneath it, before continuing upwards to her clit.

  He licked over it quickly, just one time, and paused. He raised his head to look up over the soft mound with a faint covering of tiny hairs growing in. When he looked up further at her, he saw her hands gripping the edges of the seat, her fingers tense and eyes closed.

  A faint sheen of moisture coated her face, her lips were parted and she was trying desperately to climax from his teasing. She was obviously in agony, a delicious agony, that is. He returned his attention to her clit and found it sticking out from under its hood, desperate to be paid some attention.

  Lucas surrounded it with his lips and sucked on it lightly, then with increasing force. A nip of his teeth here, a stronger bite there. Emma's thighs squeezed around his head, locking him in place. He worked as much of the clit into his mouth as possible and then started flicking it with his tongue. The dual stimulation became too much for her and she let out a feral noise, evident of her orgasmic peak.

  “Lucas! Please…oh, please…just a little more…”

  “What of a lot more, my sweet?”

  Lucas breathed heavily against her mound, his mouth working her clit until he felt her muscles tightening around his tongue, felt the sweet flow of heated syrup over his lips and heard the primal sound of his name echoing breathlessly around him.

  One hand moved to open his trousers and shove them aside before pulling her from the chair to sink astride him.

  Emma was still breathing raggedly and Lucas decided he could wait no longer. He positioned her, his hands tight on her waist as he lifted her above him.

  Emma moved her hips, sliding her body over his and feeling the hard length of his cock tease her clit until she trapped it at her opening and he drove his throbbing cock into her.

  Lucas knew he wouldn't last long, especially with the squeezing of her cunny around his cock. He ached so hard, but wanted to get in at least a couple of thrusts before letting loose. He pushed hard into her, as deep as he could go, and withdrew quickly before thrusting into her, hard again. He gave up trying to hold out and started pumping into her furiously, desperate to cum. He could feel his cum boiling in his balls, desperate for releases. But he started to feel squeezing around his dick.

  Was his sweet Emma spending again?

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p; He looked up at her. Her hands were flat against his chest and she moved her hips, driving him deep inside of her and trying to slow him down a little so she could enjoy it, too. He slowed a little, but not much. She pumped her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, until they worked like a well-oiled machine.

  She squeezed around him, lightly at first, but as they continued, the pulsing became stronger with each thrust until Lucas was battling to stay inside of her. Suddenly, he felt the most powerful spasm around his cock that he knew she had spent before her breathing or shout had given her away.

  He pounded into her and used her contractions to finish him off.

  A pure shout of triumph filled the room, his hips arching off the concrete and into her softness as she gripped him with a pulsing heat that pulled and twisted him as none had ever done before. Spurt after spurt came from him, coating her insides and mingling with her own wetness.

  Emma hastily opened his shirt and fell against his warmth. Their hearts beat against one another, his arms holding her close and one hand stroking along her back.

  “Lucas…that was amazing…I’ve never felt so alive…so very sexy and wanted in my life,” Emma breathed against his chest, her tongue out and tasting the male salty flavor coating him.

  His Emma. Sweetly uninhibited and loving and completely, solely his.

  He pulled her close, his mouth brushing over the top of her head.

  “I had no notion of ever being in this position before,” he murmured with a deep chuckle, peering into the dark bottomless eyes when she raised her head. A soft languid hunger burned in her eyes and made him sigh. “We are on the floor of the utility room.”

  “I noticed. It’s a little rough on a girl’s knees,” Emma murmured but settled back against his chest with a contented sigh.

  He swore and tried to move. He shoved his hands against the concrete but found himself staring into a pair of wide brown eyes.

  “Emma, I am so sorry…”

  “Lucas…I was teasing…I’m alright…”

  “I don’t know what comes over me. One minute I’m a sane, rational human being and the next thing I know, I’m on the floor…” Lucas peered over the palm that abruptly covered his mouth.

  “Please don’t apologize. Please, don’t ever apologize for what just happened between us. I would have this kind of romance and…and passion all of my life,” Emma whispered. “I want your passion. Anytime and anyplace we happen to be. It fills me with an amazing joy to know you…I feel alive, Lucas. Please don’t take that from me.”

  Lucas felt his heart almost stop at the sight of tears filling her eyes. His fingers shook as he lifted his hand and took her wrist, his lips brushing a kiss to the soft center of the palm on his mouth.

  “I feel humbled…and crazy at the same time…”

  “We were just married. I think we’re permitted crazy for a while. Maybe even an entire week…” Emma teased softly.

  Lucas let himself relax. On the floor of her new workshop.

  “I feel a lifetime will not be enough, Emma St. Christopher,” he offered no protest when she slid higher and kissed him, soft and tender. Slowly she teased him with her lips and tongue, until he could hear their breathing and felt his body reacting to everything about her.

  But this time it was slow and gentle; tender touches and sweet caresses. He lost his shirt and, the wisp of a camisole fell from her shoulders. They lay together on a pile of discarded clothing a long time later, supping in drafts of air and staring at one another in the shadows of the sconces.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Night had taken over by the time they collected all the clothing and made their way to the bedroom. Emma washed quickly and found a soft clean gown to drop over her head before dashing down the hall to Lucas’ room. She stared at her new husband and sighed. He wore only a pair of pants that hugged his hips. His feet were bare and his chest exposed when she walked up behind him and let her hands stroke along his sides and onto his shoulders.

  “If you continue that, we’ll completely miss the evening meal,” Lucas warned, though his voice told her he might not mind so much.

  “Perhaps we should bring the food to my room and feed one another there…”

  Emma smiled at him when he turned. She loved the flair of fire in his eyes as he let his hands caress over the soft gown she’d put on. She knew the instant he realized there was nothing beneath the fabric but her and she laughed, dancing quickly out of his hold and tugging on his hands.

  “C’mon, Lucas…I should feed you to keep your strength up.”

  Emma stirred and wiggled, a long contented sigh easing free with the faint light of day that filtered into the room from the east. Something had wakened her and she knew immediately when she moved toward where the warmth used to be.

  “Lucas?” The faintest hint of panic was in her voice when dark eyes popped open and her head was up instantly from the pillow to peer around. “What are you doing?” She peered over at the man holding a pair of pants in his hands, his dark blond hair disheveled and a slight hint of stubble on his face.

  “Going to my room, Emma. Nancy will be here…”

  “No,” Emma scrambled to her knees, ignoring her nudity.

  “Emma,” his voice was soft, the corners of his eyes crinkled as he dropped the trousers and slid over the bed.

  She watched him stretch out in front of her and raised her palm from her thigh to stroke over his face.

  “No, Lucas. I want you with me. I want to be with you,” she hung her head. “I’m not very good at being British.”

  Lucas laughed and propped himself up on one elbow.

  “My sweet lady-wife…no, you are not good at being British. But you are amazing at being yourself and I want nothing more from you than that in our life,” he took her hand and kissed the soft center.

  “I don’t want separate sleeping places, Lucas,” she continued stubbornly. She didn’t know why she was there. She didn’t know how long it was for but she knew she was going to take each and every minute of the happiness that had been generously given to her. “Can’t we…can’t you…” she looked around the large room and focused on the wall to the next empty room. “Move…and make an arch between them. You can put your clothing and shaving thing in there. Please…I don’t want to be sneaking around the halls like I’m doing something wrong just to be with you. What if I have a nightmare and…and you’re not here with me?”

  “There would be no one to sooth you,” he murmured, his hand running along her thigh, fingertips stroking over the barest hint of her cunny trapped in between.

  “Exactly.”

  “We shall simply inform Nancy not to enter our chamber without knocking and receiving permission,” he said, heat flooding through him at the glorious smile he received. “I shall speak with a carpenter and we’ll arrange things in the room to put in a nice decorative arch for us.”

  Lucas found himself on his back when she flung herself forward, arms around his neck and her mouth hard against his.

  “You’ll do this for me?”

  “My sweet wife…I’m discovering there is very little in this world I would not do for you.”

  “Thank you, Lucas…thank you,” she whispered against his mouth, her fingers sunk against his scalp as she proceeded to show him just why he wanted to remain with her.

  When the sun finally burnt away the marine layer that had settled over night, it was promising to become another quite warm day. Lucas came out of his room with his shirt half buttoned. His hands fell to his sides, his head shook and his voice raised.

  “Emma! Desist immediately!” His bellow was deep and forceful. Long legs carried him down the hall, shirt tails flying in his wake. “What the devil do you think you’re doing?”

  Emma frowned up at him.

  “I’m putting this trunk in my workroom,” she finally said, standing before him in just her drawers and a fresh camisole with very miniscule sleeves and a tantalizingly low front that framed her br
easts and made him shake himself. She ran one finger down the unbuttoned opening of his shirt. “You look incredibly sexy all unkempt.”

  “And you are going to drive me mad,” he gripped her wrist and pulled her against him. “Leave this and do not attempt to move something heavy again. Tell me or Nancy or Harris and we will have it moved for you.”

  “Lucas, I’m perfectly healthy…”

  “Would you prefer it that I fix that for you and you not sit for a week?”

  “Promises,” she mumbled and sighed. “Yes, sir.”

  “Did you forget your dress?”

  “I was distracted,” she informed him, turning and retreating into her bedroom.

  Lucas followed behind, absently lifting the glass of fresh juice that Nancy had already left for her and took a deep drink. “I’ve checked the wall and I think we can easily put in a nice wide archway here for us and have a combination sitting room/dressing room.”

  “I never really understood why a couple wouldn’t share a bed all the time,” Emma stood staring at the large collection of day dresses and fingered the fabric. She selected the lightest one and worked the buttons open.

  “Some women wouldn’t want their husband with them at all times,” Lucas said carefully, watching the puzzled look on her face. He sighed. No hints or allusions or subtle nuances where his Emma was concerned. “Perhaps during your menses, you would prefer to be alone.”

  “During…” Emma stared up at him. “Seriously? Do you believe I’m contaminated or contagious?”

  “Of course not!” Lucas gaped at her. “I studied how the human body functions. I know what occurs and why. This is hardly the dark ages, Emma.”