HAPPY FOREVER AFTER

Emma was dying. And living. Flying. Spinning.

Both crying in frustration and shouting in pure delight as she climaxed again and again.

Over the next hour, as Daniel, with his incredible mouth, his miraculous hands, continued to touch, kiss, taste every inch of her body, she found herself unable to do a single thing but enjoy it. Rational thoughts drifted away. There was only sensation.

No decision to arch up when his tongue scraped across her nipple, just a primal need to have him suckle her again. No conscious awareness that he intended to make the most intimate love to her with his mouth, just the shocking delight of it when his tongue slipped between her wet folds and unerringly delved into her core.

“Oh, God, again?” she groaned, disbelieving as the pressure built, then roared into heat that rushed to every other part of her. She had not known she was physically capable of such continuous delight. The waves kept coming, relentlessly, like the pounding of the surf on a shore during a wild winter storm. They built, took her high, threw her over the crest into wild orgasm.

Then eased back down, only to start building all over again with a stroke here or a kiss there.

The man had to be the world’s greatest lover.

“I have to be in you now, Emma,” Daniel said.

“I would say it’s about damn time,” she gasped. “But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I have loved every single minute.

“I know,” he said smiling. No cockiness. Just pure, sultry self-confidence. He slid up her body, moving over her. She kissed him, licking into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue but not giving a damn.

Emma had been dying to experience some of what he had done. To touch, to stroke, to taste him.

He had ruthlessly stopped her every previous effort to do so in his determination to please her. Now, the incredible willpower seemed to have finally left him. He was almost beyond rational thought, too. Emma pushed him onto his back, rolling up to kneel beside him, staring at the immense chest, the wiry hair surrounding his nipples. It trailed in a thin line down his flat stomach.

Her mouth hadn’t experienced the pleasure. That was about to change. She reached out, tentatively, touching the head of his cock. He sucked in a harsh breath.

Almost dazed with need, she brought her finger to her tongue and tasted it.

“Emma” he said

“Shh” she put a finger on his lips. No talking right now.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Laughter danced in his eyes, but didn’t spill from his mouth. No, his mouth was too busy emitting a deep, guttural groan as Emma reached down, taking his cock in her hands.

Her hand shook as the side of her pinky brushed against the smooth, incredibly soft skin.

Some anticipatory devil made her close her eyes, wanting to delay the delicious moment. Not just because of how incredibly hard, aroused, throbbing and proud, he was, but at the pure masculine beauty of him.

Still kneeling at his hip, she smiled, almost purred, really, as she stared greedily at him.

Reaching out, she stroked him, one long caress along the back of his erection, then delicately touched the taut sacs beneath. He hissed. She remained undeterred.

Spreading her hand wide, she encircled as much of him as she could, then slowly moved closer, her mouth going wet with hunger.

“Emma” he said again

“Not a word,” she reminded him.

Then there was no more talking, just the sensation of her lips sliding over the smooth round head, her tongue moistening him enough so she could take a little more. And a little more after that. Not oblivious to his clenched fists or the rock-hard muscles in his stomach, that said he was fighting very hard to remain in control.

Emma showed no mercy. She liked how he tasted. She liked how he felt in her mouth. She liked the scrape of his hard-yet-soft flesh against the insides of her cheeks, and the tiny groan he made when she took him all the way, as deep as he could possibly go.

That was when he lost it. Without another word, Daniel pushed her away. He grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her up, flipping her on her back so fast, she didn’t even have time to process the change in position.

“Uh-uh. I don’t think so.”

Emma put on an intentional pout, liking that she had driven him to such desperation. She loved that she had made him lose that control he was always so proud of.

“But I was having fun.” she said

“You can have more of that kind of fun later.” he grunted. “I’m not coming in your mouth. I want to do it inside your body.”

“My mouth is part of my body,” she said, smiling.

He thrust a thick, hard finger into her dripping sex, making her gasp and arch against his hand.

“Here,” he said. “I want to be here.”

“You have been there before.” She said, Grinding her hips against his hand. Trying to get his fingers even deeper inside her

“doesn’t matter” he replied

Another finger joined it, and he moved them in and out, slowly making love to her.

“You like that, Don’t you? ” he askedContent protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Emma nodded. Unable to find words.

Daniel kissed her, hard and deep.

“Being inside you drives me wild, I have never wanted any woman as much as I want you” he admitted. “I wanna stay very still.” His whiskey tone promised incredible delights, seducing her word by word. “inside you, feel you wrapped around me. Not moving, just savoring.”

“Not moving?” she repeated

The idea of trying to remain still when that was inside her was beyond comprehension.

“Not a muscle,” he growled. “I wanna go slow this time. Take my time. Not until I feel capable of really getting started.

Getting started?. Oh, my. As if she hadn’t already had more orgasms in the past hour than she had had during her entire relationship with her previous lovers.

She grabbed the box of condoms, removed one, then opened the packet with her teeth. When she took his erection in her hand, their gazes met again for a moment.

She slid the condom on him, taking her time, playing her fingers along the ridges of his cock. Her fingers grazed his balls again, and his eyes fluttered shut as he expelled a sigh of pleasure.

He pushed her legs apart, far enough apart to accommodate the breadth of him, and Emma arched up, opening herself in welcome.

Daniel kissed her tenderly, whispering soft words against her mouth.

“You are mine, Emma,” he said. “Mine”

Slowly, with more of that unbelievable restraint he seemed to have by the barrel, he eased into her. Just the tip of his heat, then an inch more, and even more after that. Until, finally, he plunged deep, drawing a deep, guttural gasp from both of them.

Just as he had promised that evening, he filled her completely.

She whimpered, needing to move, overwhelmed by how damn good it felt. Her muscles reacted, squeezed, milked him deep inside.

“Wait, Dammit babe” he growled.

“I’m not moving, she protested in her own defense.

“The hell you are not.” he said

She squeezed again, helpless against her body’s instinctive response.

This time, he didn’t order her to stop, he merely distracted her by lowering a hand between them. Tweaking and toying with her throbbing clit, he brought all her focus there.

Filled by him, covered by him, touched by him, everything came together once more and within moments he had her crying out as she came again.

“Mmm,” he groaned, his eyes closed, obviously feeling the involuntary clench of every muscle she had.

Finally, when she had begun to feel somewhat sane again, Daniel pulled out, slowly, slid back, just as slowly, going a little deeper, stretching her a little wider, driving her out of what was left of her mind.

“Now, baby” he whispered hoarsely, sounding as if he was finally letting himself go completely, “now we are getting started.

His lips explored her breasts and her belly. Her hands threaded through his thick hair. He raised up on his forearms and looked at her, as if he needed to.

Now that he had been inside her. He didn’t want to let her. Never wanted to let her go. He couldn’t imagine the thought of any other man touching her that way. She was his. He thought.

He fucked her, slowly, easily, kissing her with those quick, nipping kisses she adored, watching her in that intense way he had, making love to her.

They spoke in half finished phrases, because a hot intense passion stole away their words, their thoughts, their breath.

It went on forever, this loving, an eternity with him inside of her.

Soon they weren’t doing it slowly, but rolling together – her on top, moving with him, then him driving her forward, their legs tangled at first, then changing positions again.

She could feel her release coming on. He gripped her hips, held her still and thrust into her hard and fast because she begged him to.

His name was on her lips when she came. He held onto her, said her name, too, in a long drawn out breath and came hard and fast.

Then they lay there, each lost in a world of dreams that come true. His chest was heaving, his heart pounding against her own. He rolled off her, then pulled her against his shoulder and stroked her head with a hand.

Emma sighed, then curled into him, her cheek resting on his chest.

She fell asleep