“Blake,” I breathed out, the tightening in my heart of anticipation deflating at the sight of my ex-boyfriend. “What are you doing here?”
He stepped further into the entryway. “I didn’t want to leave things like we did last night…”
I furrowed my brows, trying to understand what he thought was going to happen now that is any different than last night. “Blake, I think I was pretty clear last night.”
He shook his head. “I know you were, but now you’ve had a night’s sleep. And...well, Dylan is gone. I saw him leave for the airport earlier this morning. Did something happen between you two?”
Dylan was at the airport?
I lifted my chin, irritation swarming me at his question. It wasn’t any of his freaking business. “Excuse me?”
Blake shrugged his shoulders. “I just think...you might be feeling a lot of emotions right now. I’m here for you. I want to help.”
He wasn’t entirely wrong. I was feeling...a fuck ton. But Blake was the last person I wanted to see or lean on in this moment.
“Please leave, Blake,” I told him, attempting to push the door closed again and usher him out.
His hand on the door stopped me. “Emma.”
“I think she made herself clear,” another voice said, coming from behind Blake.
I lifted my gaze past Blake’s shoulder to see Dylan standing in the middle of my walk way, a bag slung over his shoulder.
Blake whirled around to face him. “What the hell are you doing here? I saw you leave.”
“I changed my mind,” Dylan replied, walking past him and moving into the doorway.
I stepped back to allow him in, and also because I really didn’t want to be part of whatever male showdown was about to happen at my front door.
“Emma,” Blake tried again, looking past Dylan to get to me. “Do you really want someone who would just abandon you like that? Up and leave the morning after?”
I narrowed my eyes. “And what exactly do you think you did to me months ago?”
A blush crept up Blake’s cheek and he glanced between Dylan and I. “Fine. You two can have each other. Have fun always knowing you’re getting my sloppy seconds, Dylan.”
Anger flared up in me and I almost stormed out just to punch him, but Dylan beat me to it. His fist landed on the side of Blake’s jaw so fast that none of us had seen it coming. Blake staggered backwards, rubbing his jaw and glaring daggers at us.
“Get the fuck out of here and never come back,” Dylan warned, then stepped inside and closed the front door behind him.
My mouth was hanging open as I just stared at the man I loved in my front foyer.
“Emma, I’m sorry about all of that.” Dylan shook his head, as if he was ashamed for everything that he’d just done. But, hell, I wasn’t. Blake had had that coming for a long time and it was about damn time that someone put him in his place. I just kind of wish it had been me.
“Don’t be,” I assured him, then gestured to his bag. “Do you, uh, want to put that down here? Or I can put it somewhere?”
He placed it on the floor by the front door, and I felt a sadness swirling in my stomach that the move seemed...temporary. Like he was already planning to leave the moment he got a chance. Truthfully, I didn’t know what the heck he was planning or why he was here, but every hope inside of me had come to live with a fever.
“Can we...can we talk?” I finally ask.
He nodded his head and walked over to the couch in my living room, taking a seat in the corner and crossing his ankle over his knee.
Unsure what was expected of me, I awkwardly followed him and sat at the opposite end of the couch.
“So...you’re here?” I started, even though that was already obvious. “I, uh, I looked for you this morning, but the hotel said you’d checked out.”
Dylan just stared at me, a soft look on his face that wasn’t particularly intimidating and yet, somehow, I still felt like a bundle of nerves.
“I tried calling,” I added, because the silence was bothering me now and I was beginning to feel a little desperate and pathetic.
“I know,” he replied, speaking finally. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees. “Emma, I...I came back to tell you something, but now? Seeing the thing with Blake just now? I’m feeling very confused as to what’s going on.”
“Tell me what?” I asked.
“I ran into Sandy at the airport. Your cousin?”
I nodded, though I still had no plans to talk to that bitch anytime soon either.
“She mentioned that she caught Blake last night with a bartender near the venue. Hooking up.” Dylan paused for a moment and his eyes never left my face, as if he was studying for my reaction.
“Okay…” I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to respond. I certainly wasn’t surprised at the news, though it did make me feel a small tinge of pity for my cousin. Clearly she was experiencing first hand what I already knew about Blake.
“So I came here to tell you that you made a mistake. You picked the wrong guy. Not only has he been hooking up with your cousin--which you already knew--but now other women? You deserve better than that,” Dylan said in a quick rush, like it was some Band-Aid he was trying to rip off.
I frowned, because it seemed like he thought I cared about any of that--or about Blake. And I didn’t. Not for a second. Hell, days ago, maybe I would have. Maybe seeing Blake’s philandering ways would have bothered me and hurt my feelings, but all I wanted now was him to be out of my life.
“Seeing him here...seeing you kick him out,” Dylan continued. “I’m guessing you figured some of that out already.”
I nodded. It was certainly no secret to me.
“But knowing you still spent the night with him? Still chose him over me? Even with all that broken history?” Dylan shook his head. “I’m not sure I don’t feel more hurt now than I did last night.”
“Wait...what?” Now I was the one who got to be confused...and a little hurt. “You think I spent the night with Blake last night? I told you that there was nothing between us.”
“Emma, I saw you together.”
I waved a hand in front of my face. “No, what you saw was a goodbye. It was closure and an end to Blake and me. Not me choosing him over you. And he didn’t spend the night here. He showed up minutes before you did, trying to get in when I kicked him out.”
Dylan’s frown deepened and he shook his head. “What?”
I moved closer on the couch to him, wanting to feel him, to touch him, to make him understand that all of this had been a stupid mistake. “Dylan, I’m sorry I kissed Blake. Looking back on it, and on how it must have seemed to you, I’m so truly sorry. It was probably the wrong thing to do and I shouldn’t have let it happen. But I don’t want you for a second to think that it meant anything more than goodbye.”
“You don’t want to be with Blake?” he asked.
I shook my head furiously. “Not even for a second. But I do...I do want to be with you.”
A small smile played on the edges of Dylan’s lips. “Is that so?”
I nodded and then pulled myself flush against his side. “Can we move on from this? Can we try again?”
Dylan paused for a moment, as if he was deep in thought, but the smirk on his lips was a dead giveaway to his true feelings. “I guess we can give it a sincere shot this time. But...on one condition.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“We finish your list.”
Chapter Four
Dylan
In one swift move, I grabbed Emma’s waist from where she was sitting on the couch next to me and I lifted her onto my lap so that she was straddling me.
“Ah!” She shrieked slightly, laughing as I placed her against me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and my lips found hers.
Kissing her again was like breathing--so necessary and I’d been dying without it. Her mouth formed to mine in perfect unison and my hands slid to the back of her head, pulling her tighter against
me. It didn’t take long for her to start to move against me, grinding her hips down on mine. Little moans left her throat with every kiss, suckle, and nip between us before I found my way down her neck and to her collarbone. She threw her head back, exposing more skin to me, but it wasn’t enough.
I gripped the hem of her shirt and slid it up over her head, then threw it across the room. The lace bra she was wearing was delicate and soft and my hands fit perfectly over the cups. Her nipple was pressing hard against me and there was no doubt that she was already as turned on as I was.
“God, Dylan…”
Her hands slid down my neck, my chest, and further south. She pulled at the button on my jeans and then her fingers slid inside the band of my boxers. Freeing me, I sprang out of the confines of my clothes and in between our bodies.
When her palm wrapped around me, my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head. She felt fucking amazing--warm and inviting--and it took all my self-control not to just fuck her hand right there and then.
But I had other plans for her hand…
Lifting her against me, I stood up with her in my arms and walked us to the bedroom. I’d been here only briefly, but it was hard to forget the simple layout of her place.
With a gentle toss, I placed Emma on the bed in front of me. She landed gently on the mattress, her eyes roaming my body with a look of hunger that hit me in my core. Quickly, I rid myself of my own shirt and tossed it to the side. Next, I pushed my pants down my legs and stepped out of them.
“Come here,” she beckoned me with both the come hither tone of her voice and the movement of her finger. She patted the mattress beside her and then pushed out of her own jeans and tossed them off the bed.
Laying in front of me in only her bra and panties, she looked absolutely delicious and I knew that there was no way I couldn’t taste her right then and there. I reached forward and grabbed the top hem of her panties and yanked them down her legs in one rough move. She gasped, but I didn’t stop my mission. Pressing her knees apart, she was completely exposed in front of me.
Glistening, beautiful--I wanted everything she had to offer, and I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want to go home today, or in a few days, without her by my side.
Hell, I think I’d always wanted that, even when I’d thought she didn’t want me.
But she was here now--mine--and I wasn’t going to let go.
Getting on my knees, I pulled her hips to the edge of the bed and placed her directly in front of me. In one long, slow breath, I blew air against her core and she nearly bounced off the bed in response.
“God!” she shrieked.
I held her tight so she wasn’t going anywhere. My tongue touched her next. Long licks against every part of her as her hips bucked against my face with every motion. Groans and moans left her with every new sensation and it wasn’t long until she was trembling beneath me. When I pulled her clit between my lips and sucked on her, she fell apart around me.
A low guttural sound came from her as she pulsed and shook against me until after what had seemed like minutes, she finally settled back into the mattress.
I climbed back onto the bed on top of her, pulling her up farther with me so her legs were no longer hanging over the edge. My mouth found her nipples next, pushing her bra down until they were free and I could run my tongue around them. She moaned lightly, clearly still exhausted from moments ago, but more than ready to keep going.
My hand slipped down between our bodies, finding the apex between her legs once more. I slid a digit inside her and she groaned, tightening around me and shivering as my thumb swirled over her clit.
“Turn over,” I told her, removing my hand and sitting up on the bed. I pushed my boxers down my legs and tossed them away from us.
She looked up at me, eyes heavy and slightly confused. “What?”
“Turn over,” I repeated, motioning for her to get on her stomach. “And up on all fours.”
She smiled mischievously, as if she knew what I was doing. She had no idea.
Quickly, she flipped her body over and pushed up on her knees. Wagging her ass in my face, she turned her head around to look at me over her shoulder. “Like this?”
I grinned, loving the image before me. “Perfect.”
My hands ran across her ass cheeks, cupping her and squeezing lightly. Then, I pushed her knees apart farther on the bed and let my hands roam up the inside of her thighs. I felt her breath hitch as I got closer to her, but then she completely gasped and shook forward when my finger took a turn swirling around her anus.
“Dylan?” she asked questioningly, her breath quickening.
“Do you trust me?” I asked her.
She nodded, then groaned lightly as I placed my tongue where my finger had just been.
“Grab the lube,” I told her, motioning to the night stand where I knew she kept it.
Emma reached forward and pulled out the small bottle, handing it to me. I poured a generous amount between her cheeks, feeling her shiver beneath me. My finger returned and I pressed slowly, gently inside her.
She groaned and tightened around my finger. It was barely anything. Just an inch or so, but it was enough to make her press further against me and want more.
I obliged her request and carefully moved farther into her, making gentle circles as I went. I stretched her slowly and cautiously, all the while checking on what she was thinking and feeling--what she wanted and needed.
This was her bucket list--or fuck-it list--item and I wanted it to be everything she’d fantasized over.
It only took a few more moments until she was panting and bucking her hips backwards, her lips murmuring for me to keep going...more.
I’d known after the first time I’d played with her ass that this would be something she’d enjoy, but damn...I hadn’t realized the extent of it. She was literally begging me for more and I wanted to give it all to her.
After some time slowly opening her up, testing her limits, and her still asking for more, I decided she was ready.
She was ready for me.
Grabbing the lube, I applied more to her ass crack, letting it drip down slowly. I then applied some to my own dick and used my hand to coat myself fully. When everything was slick and ready, I positioned myself at her tightest entrance.
She glanced at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide as saucers. “What are you doing?”
“You said you trusted me,” I reminded her. “Has that changed?”
“No.” She shook her head emphatically, assuring me that it hadn’t. “But…”
“You’re nervous?”
She licked her lips, then nodded.
“You can handle it, baby,” I assured her. “You’re ready.”
She visibly swallowed, then nodded her head again. A small wiggle of her ass was all I needed to know that she wasn’t just ready...she was excited.
Gently, I pressed against her tight hole and moved slightly farther and farther with each passing moment. She tensed at first, tightening around me so hard as if her body was both embracing me and rejecting me at the same time. Light groans left her lips and she gasped with every deeper movement. I felt her shiver against me, her head falling backwards.
“How do you feel?” I asked, concerned for a moment that maybe it was too much.
“It hurt at first,” she said, breathy and tired. “But now...shit, it feels amazing.”
“Is that so?” I paused and let my palm come down hard against her ass, a loud slapping noise echoing in the air.
She moaned and bounced off the bed just slightly. “Don’t stop,” she begged.
The woman was a minx and I couldn’t believe any asshole had been so foolish as to let her go. I couldn’t believe I’d almost been so foolish as to let her go. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what the hell I had been thinking. Going the rest of my life without this? Without her?
It seemed impossible.
I’d only just begun to taste her, but I never wanted to stop.
&n
bsp; Deciding to test her limits, I pressed in again, but harder this time. Farther. Stretching her wide around me as I buried the remainder of my dick in her hot, tiny ass. A small shriek left her as she froze, her body adjusting to the sudden invasion.
“Holy shit,” she panted, maneuvering her body to make room for me as she widened her stance and leaned back against me.
I wanted to tell her she was doing amazing. I wanted to tell her that this was everything I had dreamed of and more. I wanted to tell her that her ass was the most perfect thing I’d ever felt in my life.
But I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t form words. My mouth froze and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I reveled in the sensation of her tightly wrapped around me. It was pure bliss. I’d had anal sex before. This wasn’t anything new to me. And yet...it was.
With Emma, everything was different and new. Sex wasn’t just an exchange of orgasms and bodily fluids. No, sex with Emma was an experience in every realm that one can feel. It was physical, sure, but it was also emotional, full of every thought in the world and nothing all at once, and there was something spiritual about it, too. There was something about the moment where we both transcended to another plane, another level, another height of being that wasn’t possible with anyone else.
And it hit me in that moment. The moment my climax began barrelling through me with no warning. The moment I groaned and gasped and every ounce of my soul spilled into her.
I was blissfully in love with this woman.
I had been since the moment we met. I could try to leave. I could try to forget it, but it was never going to forget me. She was the woman I’d waited my whole life for, and I hadn’t even known I’d been waiting.
But I’d wait another lifetime if it meant she was mine.
Chapter Five
Emma
I am currently experiencing a level of tired that I didn’t even know existed. Dylan and I have been having sex for thirty-six hours straight. I don’t know what it was, but a hunger opened up inside of me and it just could not be satisfied. Every time we orgasmed together, perfect and blissful and full of promise about how we’d always make each other feel, I found myself shortly after wanting to go again.
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