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“Ouch! Damn it, Emily…”
I’m aroused again. Emily is squirming to get out of my grip, but I hold on for dear life. I kiss her again. She’s not fighting me anymore. The feisty woman who a mere second ago was trying to claw out my eyes suddenly stops fighting back, kissing me passionately instead.
My head is swimming as I hold her body close to mine. I can feel her chest heaving from the exertion of fighting me. I have to have her. I refuse to back off this time. I’ve wanted Emily since the moment I saw her photo on my desk, and now is my chance to show her just how I feel about her.
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EMILY
This is insane! What am I doing? I don't want to give myself to this man. He’s the enemy, for goodness sake. Everything in my mind is screaming at me not to give in, but my body is so not on the same page.
Lucas’ body is pressed so firmly up against mine that I’m barely able to expand my lungs. I’m out of breath from fighting back, or is it because my heart is racing out of control from the excitement of being in his arms again?
Lucas is strong. He’s holding me off the ground with such ease. I like this way more than I thought I would. I couldn’t fight him off if I tried. Not that I have any intentions of being anywhere but in his arms right now.
Lucas stops kissing me and looks into my eyes. What is he waiting for? Permission? I don't want to give it to him. Why not? What’s wrong with me? Am I afraid that if I actually say the word yes out loud, the fire will extinguish itself?
When I was a teenager, I’d read the occasional romance novel where a poor young girl would be helpless as the hero ravages her without her spoken consent. Bondage for newbies leaped to mind while I devoured the sex scene pages. Now, here I am, the helpless young thing, desperate for the sexybad manto take meagainst my will.
I close my eyes so that I don’t have to deal with the question looming in Lucas’ eyes. Rather than speak the word, I kiss him harder. It’s the cue my excited lover has been waiting for. Lucas takes off my belt while still holding on to my wrists with his strong hand. Next, he ties my hands together in front of me. I keep my eyes firmly shut. This is new to me and very exciting.
Neither one of us utters a word. Every cell in my body is screaming for my lover’s touch, and I’m breathing so fast you’d think I'd just run a marathon. Lucas turns me around so that my back is toward him before he runs his hands along the front of my body, gently squeezing and teasing as he goes.
I’m about ready to scream out for him to take me, but I hold my tongue, afraid to ruin the moment with mere words. The man with the golden fingers pulls the hair tie free, causing my hair to cascade down my back. He takes a handful and puts it to his nose, breathing in the scent.
Lucas moves my hair aside, giving him access to my neck, which he maps out inch by inch with his tongue. My skin breaks out all over with goosebumps. My nipples are hard as pebbles under his fingers as he tweaks them gently. I moan under his firm touch. The sensation is exquisite.
Lucas has me pinned against the cold wall now. He’s reaching around me, unbuttoning my shirt, while I’m floating in the sea of darkness behind my fluttering eyelids. I gasp as he pushes my skin against the cold, plastered bricks. My response excites him. I know this because he’s grinding his hardness against my back.
Next, my excited lover pushes up my bra, freeing my breasts so that he can explore their nakedness with his fingers. He nibbles on my earlobe, his breath warm and rapid against my skin. The anticipation of having his fingers explore my waiting core is building steadily as Lucas teases me with every subtle movement.
I don’t know how much longer I can stand because my legs are fast becoming like jello. Lucas is taking his time. I cannot touch him the way I want to with my wrists tied together. It’s deliciously frustrating. Who am I? What is this man doing to me?
I can’t bear it any longer. I want him to sink his fingers into my core. I’m desperate for his touch. Lucas, sensing my frustration, pushes my legs apart with his knees and slips his hand down the front of my jeans. He feels around until he finds what he’s been looking for since the moment we first kissed.
“Uhhh!” I gasp as his fingers caress and tease.
“You like that, do you?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I whisper back, grappling for air.
He pulls away his hand abruptly, leaving me desperate for his touch, while he unbottons my jeans and slides them, together with my panties, to the floor. I step free of the clothes and stand with my legs apart to make room for my lover.
But Lucas isn’t done teasing me yet. Instead of sliding into me, he drops to his haunches and uses his tongue to pleasure me. My legs are buckling. I can’t stand any longer. The pleasure has me shaky and unsteady on my feet, so Lucas stops, picks me up, and lays me down on the plush rug.
I open my eyes and stare up at the man who has me completely at his mercy. His eyes are on fire as he slowly removes his shirt, then his pants, and finally his underwear. Lucas’s body is magnificent. He has a tattoo of an eagle in flight on his left pec and a scar on the side of his belly button.
I cannot look away from his nakedness. His shaft is all I can focus on. He grins proudly at me, enjoying every moment of my desire for him. He kneels down next to me, hooks his fingers into the belt looped around my wrists, and moves my hands up beyond my head. I’m stretched out as if I’m on a medieval wrack, naked and exposed. I open my legs to make space for his body.
This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for. I’m burning with desire for Lucas; all of him.
“Tell me you want me,” he purrs.
I’m not ashamed to tell him how much I want him. I’m looking at timidity in the rearview mirror at this point. All I can think about is the throbbing ache that only Lucas can satisfy, so I open my mouth and let out the words.
“I've never wanted anyone more than I want you right now, Lucas,” I utter unabashedly.
Before I know it, he’s inside of me. The pleasure is indescribable. It’s as if I’ve been asleep all my life, and now I’m awake. Lucas fills every inch of me with his manhood. He moves with such skill that I’m breathless. We’re kissing now. I wish I could dig my nails into his flesh as we grind together, but my lover keeps me stretched out. The vulnerability is exciting.