Emerald Eyes

by N. Michaels

  “There.” He murmurs.

  Eric leans down to kiss my cheek and then whispers, “I want you to wear this tonight, and only this, nothing more.” His hot breath tickles my ear and I shiver as my core tightens with hunger.

  I feel my panties dampen and I expel a sharp breath. We need to get out of here. Now.

  When Eric returns to his seat, I see the knowing white-hot hunger in his eyes. He knows what he did to me, but he is not unaffected. Eric’s breath comes faster and his demeanor is sharper, like a predator on the hunt.

  “Let’s get the check.” I say breathless.

  “You read my mind.” Eric rasps and signals the waiter.

  While we wait for the check, Eric’s Blackberry buzzes. He looks down at it then frowns. “It’s Max.”

  “Take it.” I say.

  Eric picks up the call, “Max.”

  Eric’s frown deepens while he listens, then he looks up at me. “He can’t get your car into your building. He says he needs a key.”

  “Tell him to call Laura through the intercom. It’s right by the gate.”

  Eric relays my words to Max then pauses to listen to his response. Shaking his head, Eric looks at me again, “He tried it, no answer.”

  She’s probably out again. Damn.

  “Umm…” I try to work my brain at who might be able to let him in.

  “Max, just park the car in front of my building. Give the keys to Charlie.” Eric commands.

  He waits for an answer then says, “Thanks again, Max.”

  Eric hangs up the phone and looks up at me, “Don’t worry kitten, your car will be safe.”

  I immediately relax and smile, “Thank you.”

  “I got you, kitten.” Eric murmurs then kisses the inside of my wrist again.

  After paying for dinner, Eric takes my hand and leads me out of the restaurant. Feeling fuzzy from the wine, I miss a step and twist my ankle.

  “Ooh… mother…” I winch, bite my lip and breathe through my nose.

  “Are you hurt?” Eric kneels down and gently massages my ankle.

  “No. I just twisted it. I’m fine, really.” I look down at him, smiling.

  He rubs my ankle one last time, then rises and swoops me up, holding me like a bride.

  “Eric! Put me down!” I whisper sharply.

  “No. I got you. You’re not putting pressure on that foot until I examine it closely.” He winks.

  I glance around us, at the people who are smiling and clapping at us. Some of them even shout, ‘Woohoo!’ ‘You go girl!’ and my favorite one, ‘Now that’s love!’

  Eric holds me with ease and makes his way to the car. I press my face to the crook of his neck, a little embarrassed, but mostly just wanting to get closer to him. Eric’s intoxicating scent flows through my nostrils and I inhale deeply, relishing the masculine scent of him.

  “I love how you smell.” I murmur.

  “I smell?” he asks amused.

  “Mmhhm… best scent ever. If I could, I would sniff you all day long.”

  Eric’s chest rumbles with his laughter and I join him. There’s something about the sound of his laughter, the moment he releases it, it captivates me, heals me, making me the happiest I’ve ever been.

  “You says the weirdest things sometimes.” Eric unlocks his car, then opens my door and places me on the seat. His handsome face is an inch away from mine. “But that’s another thing that made me fall for you.” he whispers then leans in to kiss me.

  My hands grab the lapels of his jacket and I pull him closer to me, wanting to feel his body flush against mine. When the throbbing ache between my thighs becomes unbearable I pull away, panting.

  “Get me to a bed and fuck me.” I whisper breathlessly.

  Eric’s eyes narrow slightly with my command and he whispers, “As you wish.”

  After he rounds the car and slides into the driver seat, I ask him, “How come you don’t have a driver?”

  Every wealthy guy I know has a driver.

  “I used to when I was a kid, but once I learned how to drive, I refused to have someone drive me around. I like driving too much.” He shrugs.

  “See, if you had one, we would have been fucking in the backseat by now. But you don’t, which means I have to sit here and writhe with need.” I squirm on the seat and tightly press my thighs together, hoping the pressure will give some relief to my pulsating clit.

  “Hmm… what an interesting idea. Then it settled, for future dates and nights out, I’ll have a limo pick us up so I could fuck you six ways to Sunday in the back.” Eric husks, and then places his hand on my thigh.

  His hand moves under my dress and slides higher. I gasp and stop his hand.

  “You’re driving. No.” I shake my head.

  We’re not going to be one of those couples that were dumb enough to get ‘down and dirty’ while they were still driving and then ended up dead.

  Eric growls with frustration but lowers his hand, placing his palm on my knee.

  After a few moment of silence, Eric glances at me, “I almost forgot, open the glove compartment.”

  I tug on the small handle and open the compartment door.

  “See that small silver box?”

  I look into the small space and find it. I take it out for him.

  “No, it’s for you.” He smiles.

  “Another gift?” I smile back.

  I open the lid and find his apartment key attached to a golden tiger keychain. I grin and look at him.

  “Thank you.” I whisper.

  He gave me his key. He’s opening up to me.

  My heart swells with the joy that is radiating through me.

  “I never gave it to anyone, kitten. Only you. I want you to know that.” Eric glances at me as his hand tightens on my knee. “Ah, God. I can’t wait to come home after a long day and find you sitting in my office, in your high heels and nothing else.” Eric groans.

  “Drive faster.” I breathe out, hot, wet and bothered.

  Eric brings us to his building within six minutes. I’m sure he broke a few traffic laws, but at that moment I could not have cared less. By the time we turn to enter his garage, my ankle feel better, and I notice my car parked on the street across Eric’s building.

  Thank God for that.

  Before heading to Eric’s apartment, we stop by the lobby.

  “Good evening, Charlie.” Eric greets the doorman.

  “Good evening, Mr. Miller. I’ve got a key for you.” Charlie smiles politely and opens a drawer at the reception desk. He takes out my car key and hands it to Eric.

  “Thank you Charlie. This is Katherine, my girlfriend.”

  I smile at Charlie, “We’ve met before, when I came over. Lovely to see you again, Charlie.”

  “You too, Miss. Katherine.”

  Eric hands me my key and I drop it into my purse.

  “Good night, Charlie.” Eric says as he drags me back into the elevator.

  I wave to Charlie and the moment the doors close, I attack. I push Eric against the wall and pull his mouth down to mine, kissing him with abandoned hunger. My tongue circles his fervently while I bring myself as close as I possible can to him.

  I’ve wanted to taste him all night long.

  My hands tangle in his silky jet-black hair, gripping the roots, but then Eric’s hands move to my waist and he pulls me away, breaking the kiss.

  “There’s a camera.” Eric husks, his breath coming hard and fast.

  “I don’t care.” I whisper.

  I’m beyond caring about an audience or anything else. I just need him.

  I hold Eric’s gaze and watch how his eyes darken with desire. He turns us around so I’m against the wall and he is covering me from the camera with his big masculine body. Eric pins me down with his weight, leaning into me, letting me feel just how hard he is, how hard I make him.

  “You drive me mad. You unravel me in every fucking way.” Eric husks between kisses.

  I moan my response and dig m
y hands under his jacket, dying to feel his naked skin. His hand grabs and lifts my thigh, wrapping it around his waist. Eric bends his knee slightly and grounds his raging erection into my throbbing clit. I moan with pleasure and his lips take mine into slow erotic kiss, leaving me without my sanity.

  The intensity of my feelings for him scares me. I’ve never loved a man like this. I feel like I would die without him. He’s my lifeline, my everything.

  Sudden irrational thoughts of losing Eric cross my mind, cutting right through my soul. My heart thunders in my chest and I feel like I can’t breath. I fear I couldn’t survive without him. That’s how far I’ve fallen for him.

  “Wait, wait.” I mumble and turn my head.

  My chest heaves with the urgent breaths I take. I need a moment to put those scary emotions away. It’s too much and I feel lightheaded.

  “What’s wrong?” Eric pants and turns my face to his.

  At that moment the elevator doors open and Eric lets go of my thigh and holds me close, leading me into his apartment. After locking his door, Eric turns to me and I find his eyes filled with concern.

  “What’s wrong, kitten?” he asks again, caressing my cheek.

  “Nothing. I just needed a moment.” I exhale a long breath. “It too much sometimes, how deeply my feelings run for you. I feel like I’m going to explode.” I whisper.

  “Look at me.” Eric commands with a gentle voice.

  I lift my eyes to his and find warmth in them.

  “I know how you feel, kitten, I feel the same way. I need you so much it hurts, an hour away from you and I feel numb, I can’t think, I can’t work. All my thoughts are always on you. I’m addicted to you, obsessed about you.” He nuzzles my temple with his nose.

  Eric takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. The moment I walk in, I stop in my tracks. The only lighting in the room is coming from lit candles that are placed in random locations around the room. There are roses everywhere, petals on the floor, in vases, petals on the bed, and the sweet perfume blossoms through the air, and I notice a soft song playing through the sound system, completing the romantic setting.

  “Wow…” I whisper. “This is by far the best first date I have ever been on.”

  Eric wraps his arms around my middle from behind, pulling me closer to him. When my back is tightly pressed against his hard muscled chest, he places a kiss on that sensitive spot below my ear, then whispers, “And it’s going to get a whole lot better…”

  Excited, I shiver in his arms.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  Eric reaches for the zipper on the side of my dress. Slowly, he pulls the zipper down while his sinful mouth kisses and nips my neck. I feel myself getting wetter, my breasts turn heavy and my nipples tighten into hard peaks, straining against my bra. Blindly, my hands seek his belt buckle that’s pushing into my rear. I run it through the loops and throw it on the floor when it’s completely free.

  “I didn’t think you’re a hearts and flowers kind of guy.” I say gently.

  Eric bends down a little, grasping the hem of my dress then pulling it up and off of me.

  “I’m not. But then again, I was never in love.” He rasps.

  I don’t think I will ever tire of hearing him say that.

  Eric comes around to face me and I find him fully dressed, where I’m only clad in my ruby-red lace boyshorts and a matching lacey bra.

  “These have to go.” I breathe out.

  I start striping him, kissing the smooth tan skin I expose, flickering my tongue over his flat disc nipples, all the while Eric’s hands slowly roam over my body. It feels like he’s cherishing me, worshiping me, memorizing every curve and dip of my body. Eric’s deft fingers find the hooks of my bra and he tugs it open with practiced ease. He lets the lacey undergarment slide down my arms before tossing it away. Our hands explore every plane of each other’s body. Our lips melt into a sensual kiss and our tongues slowly tease and caress. I realize suddenly, that Eric is being the gentlest I’ve ever felt him. He’s taking his time, his touch is still demanding but it’s light and tender, and he doesn’t even notice it.

  ‘Only with you’, Eric said, and now I believe him… now, I see it.

  He picks me up and gently places me down on the bed. He kisses my eyes, the tip of my nose, my lips and then slides lower, to my neck and between my breasts. His wicked tongues flutters over my tight nipple, sending waves of heat to my core. I moan and hold on to his hair like it’s my lifeline.

  “Beautiful, so beautiful.” He murmurs.

  Eric continues south, kissing and nipping down my abdomen while his hands squeeze my breasts in a tormenting pattern, softly at first then firmer, inflicting a mixture of pleasure and pain. When he dips his tongue inside my belly button, my hips buck up with surprise.

  “Eric…” I whimper.

  “Soon, kitten.” I feel his smile against my skin.

  His hands leave my breasts and he hooks his thumbs under the sides of my lacey panties. Eric pulls them down, slowly kissing down my thigh then leg and when he reaches my feet, he removes them. He then unbuckles my sandals and slowly massages my soles and somehow, I feel as though his touch is inside me, pressing all the right buttons. I fist the comforter as I moan with pleasure.

  “Did you know the feet have erogenous zones?” Eric’s voice is low and smooth like a tantalizing caress.

  “No…” I breathe out.

  Eric glides his hands up my calves and whispers, “So are the back of your knees,” his thumbs glide against the back of my knees with slight pressure, and I fight the urge to clench my thighs together. “Your inner thighs.” He continues, trailing his hot wet mouth up my thigh, making me tremble with the desperate need to feel that masterful mouth on me.

  “Oh God…” I whimper.

  “But the most erogenous zone is right here.” Eric’s hot breath fans across my wet and throbbing sex. He flickers his tongue over my clit and I cry out.

  “Eric, please…” I beg.

  Satisfied with my begging, he finally covers my sex with his mouth, devouring me with long hungry licks. His tongue pushes inside me, shallowly teasing me, in and out, driving me crazy.

  “More… oh God… more.” I gasp, knotting my fingers in his hair.

  “You’re a greedy little kitty.” Eric husks.

  “Yes. Please more, I need more.”

  Eric moves his mouth to my clit and sucks on it slow and hard. He pushes a finger inside me, teasing me and then another, stretching me, fucking me with his skillful fingers. I feel my legs stiffen and my breath comes out hard and fast.

  “God, Eric, yes… just like that.”

  My moans and pleas fuel Eric’s relentless thrusts and when he adds a third finger, I feel the first jolt of my release and with one last hard pull on my clit I reach my bliss. I cry out and convulse around his fingers as the searing pleasure shoots out of my core into every cell of my body. His fingers leave me and Eric climbs up, covering me with his body. He holds his weight on his forearms and takes my mouth in a wild, passionate kiss. I taste him. I taste my own arousal as his tongue explores my mouth with deliberate strokes and I deepen the kiss. My hands move to hold his back and out of the haze of lust, I suddenly hear the song that is playing softly.

  A man sings about his desire for his loved one to settle down with him, to hold him. It’s beautiful, the lyrics and the beat penetrate my soul, filling me with warmth and love, and it’s everything that I want with Eric.

  “What’s the name of this song? It’s beautiful.” I whisper against his lips.

  “Kiss me,” he pants.

  I smile, “I will, but only after you tell me.”

  Eric smiles back at me, “That’s the name of the song. It’s called, ‘Kiss me’ by Ed Sheeran.”

  “I love it.” I whisper. I love you…

  Our eyes lock and I watch so many emotion pass through Eric’s tantalizing eyes, so much desire but also so much tenderness and love.

  In unison, the song and Eri
c say, “I’m in love now.”

  I gasp at the intensity of his words, which hits me like a force of nature. My heart slams in my chest and tears sting my eyes. Somehow, I find my voice and whisper, “Me too.”

  Eric lowers his lips to mine and kisses me slow and tender, licking and stroking. His hand glides down the side of my body, heating my skin with each advance. When his warm hand reaches my thigh, he wraps it around his hip and with one swift motion he slides in, burying himself inside me to the hilt, pushing me up the bed. We moan simultaneously at the feel of his thick hardness plunging into my soft body.

  “I want to lose myself inside you.” Eric rasps into my ear.

  “Yes… please.” Is all I manage to say, I am so lost in him already.

  Eric sets a slow but deep pace that matches the beat of the song, rocking my heart and soul, undoing me completely. His lips move from my neck, to that sensitive spot below my ear then finally, he comes back to my lips. Stealing my moans and gasps. His kiss feels as though he needs them.

  Eric’s hand leaves my thigh and slides up, over my perspiring skin. It reaches my breast and he kneads it with slight pressure. His wicked fingers find my taut nipple and he pinches it hard, bringing me to the edge with a mix of pain with pleasure. I cry out his name, feeling the tightening pull in my womb, the tremors in my legs and the tension in my back as it arches off the bed.

  Eric presses his forehead to mine, “Open your eyes, kitten.” He commands urgently.

  I force my eyelids to open and focus on the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, pure and majestic like the waters of the Caribbean Sea. Eric looks deep into my eyes, into my soul with so much vulnerability in his eyes, it takes my breath away. He sucks in a desperate breath then whispers, “I love you.”

  Eric closes his eyes and kisses me before I have a chance to say it back to him.

  Oh God…

  His thrusts come faster, deeper and harder and I moan into his mouth as he claims my body, my heart and my soul. I feel him thicken and harden inside me, his magnificent body shudders in my arms as he races towards his release. Eric’s groans of agonized pleasure resonate through me, pushing me over the pinnacle of extreme pleasure and I feel my body explode with euphoria. I clutch him to me, holding as close as I physically can.