HAPPY FOREVER AFTER

Hands grasping his shoulders, Emma eased down his length, and though the drugging pleasure had his eyes nearly closing to savor the tight, smooth fit of her sex, he kept his attention on her.

Because nothing-not the rippling clasp of her body, the quiver of her thighs, the sight of her taking him-could compare with the slight widening and darkening of those beautiful eyes.

Those eyes conveyed how much she craved him, needed him.

Those eyes gave him all of her. And he wanted it all.

Except for the very fine tremble of his tautly controlled muscles, he held completely still. Allowing her to claim him at her own pace. Even if each second she took to inch down threatened to send him careening into insanity or orgasm-whichever came first.

Finally, she sat on his thighs, and he was fully embedded inside her. And still he wouldn’t free her from his gaze. Not when, in this moment, sur-rounded by her sweet flesh, everything seemed clicked into place.

“Fuck me, Emma,” he whispered. “And don’t look away from me.”

Sliding her hands over his shoulders and into his hair, she grabbed fistfuls of the strands and glided up his length. Air kissed his tip before she sank onto him again, swallowing him in the firmest, but softest heat.

Again. And again. She released him, took him. Eased off him, claimed him. She rode him, rising and falling over him, driving them both toward the rapidly crumbling edge of release.

Her cries mixed with the litany of his own and still she continued to look at him. Letting him see what he did to her. Gifting him with that. Electric pulses zipped up and down his spine, crackling in the balls of his feet. He couldn’t hold back much longer. He wasn’t going to last.

He loosened a hand from her hair and tucked it between their undulating bodies and slicked it over the top of her sex. Once, twice. A third and a pinch.

She flew apart with a scream, stiffening, her sex gripping him, milking him. Daring him to dive into the abyss with her.

Grabbing her hips, he slammed into her, plunging so deep he almost doubted he would ever find his way out of her.

Her arms closed around his shoulders, cradling him as he bowed his head, groaning out his release into her neck. He inhaled her thick, heady scent as his body calmed and his breathing evened. His senses gradually winked back online after pleasure short-circuited them.

Silence filled the interior of the car. Carefully, he withdrew from her.

Emma didn’t look at him, paying undue attention to pulling down her dress and settling it around her thighs.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice seeming overly loud even to his own ears.

“Yes,” she said, still not glancing in his direction.

“Dammit” he said, then pulled her toward him. Emma was surprised when she felt her body react to him… Again. She couldn’t get enough of the man obviously.

“What?” she asked.

“I’m not letting you do that again. You are not going to push me away this time because I’m not going to let you.” he replied.

Emma smiled, “I’m not pushing you away”. She said, She cupped his face then she kissed him. He returned her kiss. Slowly, softly, with a gentleness that made her knees weak. His tongue touched the inside of her lips, and she breathed him in, met his caress with one of her own.

The car stopped in front of her apartment. “I have to go. Good night, Daniel” she said and stepped out.

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Emma had just finished working and shut down the computer. She was in her bathrobe, the blue one that always made her think of home. She had scrubbed her face, and even given herself a little facial, and her bathtub was full, waiting for her to sink herself down to soak.

She sighed. All was right with the world, if one ignored the persistent, nagging Daniel thoughts that continued to plague her.

But, what did she she expect? That he would sleep with her, renounce his former life, eschewing all starlets as so much nonsense, and beg her to be his, only his?

Right. Like that was gonna happen.

She shook her head, mystified as usual by her own mind. Where was her logic, her reason? The common sense God gave a goat? She had made her decision. She needed to stop thinking about him, for heaven’s sake.

Like that was gonna happen, either.

She put on music, and adjusted the volume to perfection. Then she went into the bathroom. She looked at the tub. Time to relax, she thought.

Just as she put her right foot in, the doorbell rang. She cursed, wondering who it was. If it was Monica, she could call later. If it wasn’t… It had to be. Karen was on her honeymoon. No one else came over.

The bell sounded once more, and she donned her robe again. She had to tell Monica to get lost, then continue with her spa treatment. Nothing felt better than pampering herself, except being pampered by someone else. She flashed on Daniel, and for a silly moment, thought it might be him at the door.

Yeah, right.

After unlocking the bolt, she swung the door open. “Monica, I’m just about to get into the bathtub-“.

It wasn’t Monica.

“I should have called,” Daniel said. “I wouldn’t want to keep you from your bathtub.”

“It’s you.” Emma said clearly surprised.

“Yes, it is. But I also have wine.” He held up a bottle, which Emma didn’t look at. She was too busy being mortified by her bathrobe.

The bottle came down to his side, and his smile faded. “Look, I’m sorry. I had no business dropping by like this. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”. He turned, but Emma caught his hand.

“No, it’s okay. You just surprised me. Come on in.” she said.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“What about your tub?” he asked.

She grinned. “It can wait. Why don’t you find the bottle opener in that top drawer.” She nodded to the kitchen. “I’ll uh, be right back.”

“You’re not going to change, are you?”

“I’d thought about it.” she replied.

“Don’t. I think you look great.”

Emma coughed out a burst of laughter. “Well, we both know what you are here for.” Then she winced, wishing she could take it back. Jeez, why the hell did she say that. She was about as subtle as a Mac truck.

He blushed. She watched it happen. Daniel Rohan’s cheeks got pink, as did his neck.

Wow.