by Stone, Holly
He released her hands as he descended, covering her abdomen in tender kisses and love bites. His tongue teased her navel, hot and sensual as he tasted her skin, languid and slow.
From her navel, he kissed up the center of her stomach to the edge of her breast, hand moving to envelope and squeeze, caressing her tenderly, gently. Emma sighed softly at the contact, her back arching as she pressed herself closer to his touch. Gripping him by the shoulders, she tried in vain to press their bodies closer together.
"Slowly," he repeated, leaning down to kiss her soft breasts. His tongue licked around each of her nipples in turn, teasing them until they were aching and hard.
Jared's head dipped lower, his hands running down her sides over her satin-covered hips and down the sides of her thighs. She lifted her hips as he tugged the fabric downwards, leaving her clad in nothing but the silk of her panties. His lips trailed over her skin, laying teasing kisses over her knees and then higher, up the inside of her delicate thighs. Being with him was like coming home.
"Look at me," he entreated her as his thumbs hooked in the band of her panties, dragging the scrap of fabric down her legs. His eyes never left hers as he stood and ditched his jeans, leaving only his boxers in place.
"You’re so different," she whispered, and his eyes met hers as liquid as metal and hot as lava. “But just the same.” His eyelids lowered as if he were savoring her words, then he kissed his way up her legs.
“I want to look at you, baby,” he said, reaching down to grip her knee, lifting her leg, opening her to his view.
His hand reached towards her pussy, teasing her labia apart to reveal the swollen pink flesh of her clitoris and inner lips. The first touch of his finger made her arch off the sofa. When she looked down at him she could see his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers, swollen and hard in arousal. Finally his mouth descended on her, heated and eager as he began exploring her with his tongue.
"Jared," she gasped at the contact, reaching down to grip his shoulders. Fueled on by the sound of his name, he repeated the movement, eliciting a light moan from her. It felt so unbelievably good she couldn’t help the way her hips swayed up and down in response.
He continued to lick and nibble the sensitive flesh of her labia, the tip of his tongue pressing lower to tease around the entrance of her pussy. Emma gripped him hard enough that her nails nearly drew blood, his hold on her trembling knee still firm.
"You smell so good," he growled softly, pulling away at last to look down at her. He knelt between her knees, gazing at her as she stretched along the length of the couch.
She didn't answer, only reached for his boxers, dragging them slowly down his hips. The turgid head of his cock sprang free, hard and proud as it stood to attention. Her hand grazed over his shaft, light and shy as she touched him for the first time.
Jared groaned at the contact, his hips jerking under her feather-light touch.
"Oh," he said, quietly as if he couldn’t quite believe what was happening between them. She couldn’t either, and it was then that she realized that when something has been a fantasy for so long, it still holds a dream-like quality even as it finally becomes a reality. “Can you feel what you do to me?"
His cock throbbed against the palm of her hand, soft skin over hard flesh. She caressed him with fascination, marveling at the heat of him and the masculine scent. Her thumb brushed over the weeping head of his shaft, smearing the clear fluid and sending a shudder coursing through his body. The sensation reverberated through his hips, making him thrust forward into her hands.
"Careful," he warned, pulling her hand away gently.
Emma smiled, delighted that her inexperience didn’t seem to be affecting his responsiveness to her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him down to press their bodies together. Her mouth rose eagerly to steal another breathless kiss from him, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"I waited so long for this," she panted between kisses, eager to press their bodies closer together. The heat of his body enveloped her, radiating from his broad chest and arms in waves. "Make love to me, Jared. Let me show you how much I feel for you."
He was positioned so close to her entrance, it wouldn't take much to penetrate her. Still, he resisted, leaning down to caress her jaw. With one hand he lifted her mouth to his, gripping his shaft with the other and teasing the head of his cock between her slick labia.
"Look at me," he whispered, releasing his shaft to grip her by the hip. She stilled in his arms, realizing this was it. All the waiting was over. Jared was finally home. When he eased the head of his cock into her pussy, she sucked in a sharp breath. Nothing thicker than fingers had ever penetrated her there. The sensation of his hot flesh, thick and hard as it began stretching her, made her keen softly. She clung to him, her soft breasts pressed against his hard chest with each shuddering breath, and her hips twitched against his grip as he began to slide inside.
"Take it slowly," he instructed softly. With each fraction of an inch that he sank deeper into her, she could feel his cock pulsing and eager.
After eight years of waiting, Emma had little intention of taking her time. Her body was alight, fire coursing through her veins as her heart beat fiercely against her ribs. It felt so good, the sensation of him filling her was everything she'd dreamt and fantasized about for so many years.
"Give it all to me," she whispered, shifting her hips.
Jared's breath hissed from between his teeth as he sank fully inside. His eyes met hers, liquid and dream-like as he began to move. Fluid and natural, her hips rose to meet the rhythm of his thrusts. “I’ve imagined this so many times,” he said, thrusting slowly, taking her ardently, sensually. Each passionate kiss inflamed them further, until he was thrusting steadily, pressing deliciously against her swollen clit.
"Don't stop," she panted. Her legs tightened around his waist with each thrust, wanting more pressure, more friction.
"I've no intention of stopping," he assured her with a husky laugh. "Not until I feel your body let go."
"Oh God," she groaned.
It didn't take long before her moaning became more audible, and Jared kissed her silent as the tension built in her body. His hand snaked down between them, exerting a divine pressure over her clit as he stretched her tightly around his cock.
“That’s it, that’s it…don’t stop,” she stuttered as an orgasm, so blindingly intense, broke over her. She went limp in his arms, eyes shut tight as she relished every second of the pleasure he’d given her. The rhythmic clenching of her pussy seemed to drive Jared wild. His thrusts became erratic, his breaths shallow pants against her ear.
"Let go," Emma whispered. “Give me what’s mine.”
And he did. His thrusts ceased as he buried himself as deep as he could go, gripping her hips hard in his hands. Their tongues tangled as her body twisted beneath him.
"Oh fuck," he swore between kisses. "Oh fuck."
His cock throbbed and pulsed madly as he came, the hot load of his semen exploding inside her. He slumped against her, the weight of him deliciously overwhelming as the release of so much pent-up tension seemed to sap him of his strength. A feeling of intense peace suffused Emma. Now that she’d finally managed to get him to see sense she was never letting him go. No one would ever come between them again.
10
The humid air settled around him like a warm, damp cloak as he swung the axe against the dead tree at the end of the garden that had been bothering him for months. He wasn’t sure why he’d been charging around the place, filling holes, painting over chips, sanding down the rough banisters and finishing just about every job that needed completing. Well, Emma had teased him that he’d been bitten with the ‘nesting’ bug, but he didn’t buy it.
Jared glanced up to where she was sitting, rocking backwards and forwards on their porch swing, reading a trashy novel. Her ankles were so ridiculously swollen from the heat that he’d ordered her to rest.
He swung the axe again, f
inally breaking through the last of the wood and watching as the tree tumbled backwards. Resting his tool on the ground, he rubbed his friction-chaffed hands on his jeans.
So much had happened in the last eight months that he sometimes had to just stop and marvel at it all. He looked over at Emma again, her blonde hair fluttering in the gentle breeze that caressed his own sweaty skin.
She was like an angel.
A very swollen, very slow-moving angel.
Jared grinned, still feeling unbelievably smug that he’d managed to take Emma’s virginity and impregnate her that same month. Just thinking about the first time he’d felt her body succumb to his had his cock twitching in his boxers.
And they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other since.
It was hard to believe they’d come so far, meeting each other through such strange circumstances and almost becoming stepsiblings. They’d fallen in love regardless of the situation and had been forced apart for too long.
But things were good now.
When he looked down at his hands he rarely thought about the bad that they’d done. They no longer felt like weapons capable of harm. Now his hands brought joy and pleasure. They soothed and massaged his very pregnant wife. They caressed the skin over her stomach that was protecting their child. They showed love. They worked to support his family.
In just over a month they’d cradle his baby boy.
He was a husband and soon he’d be a father.
Once his hands had been capable of terrible violence, but Jared hoped, more than anything, that they’d never be forced to act that way again.
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Hi! I’m Holly Stone. I live, work and write in London. Writing isn’t my day job but I love creating characters enough to do it in my spare time. When I’m not working, writing or parenting I’m reading, day dreaming about my next book and trying to stretch time like elastic!
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Acknowledgements
Thank you to the amazing people in my life who have shown support and enthusiasm for my little dream.
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