Saving Emmy by Rayne Lewis
Chapter 24
Please, say something.
Ember heard his words. They were a whispered plea. She didn’t reply. What would she say? Could she say? No words seemed big enough, or strong enough, to say what was buried deep within her. Just now a revelation, a realization bubbling to the surface, percolated in her soul.
This was Eli. This was her childhood friend. The boy who knew her deepest secrets, the man who knew her deepest wounds. The man who held her after deployments and the man who comforted her in her deepest misery. This was the man who would go to the ends of the earth for her and the one who would protect her with his life, if need be. This was Eli.
She met his eyes, seeing turmoil running deep within them. She needed to answer him. Actions spoke louder than words, so before she could think better of it, she lunged forward into his space and plastered her lips to his. He loved her. And at that moment, she knew she loved him, too. Always had. She was blind to it until he opened her eyes. Tore open his soul. Melted her heart.
Yes, she loved him.
The force of her body crashing into him knocked him back. He threw his arms behind him and caught himself, then settling back against the corded muscles of his shoulders.
Ember adjusted her body to his, straddling him, her skirt pulled taut over his muscular, steely thighs. She’d caught him by surprise but after she settled in, he brought his hands to her face and wove his fingers into her hair. She cupped his jaw, feeling the prickle and softness of his short, trimmed beard beneath her fingertips. Foreign carnal wanting bubbled up from her soul and into her kiss as she cupped his short hair and fisted the neck of his tee.
At first, their kiss was closed, drawn out, her mouth pressed firmly against his. But, his tongue swept across the seam of her lips, begging for entrance, and she obliged. The kiss deepened. Tongues dueled for urgency, sliding over one another. He gripped her hair, using the ember locks to turn her head this way and that to his liking. She moaned from the back of her throat, lighting up her senses and pushing them to the brink of passion. Things escalated, heating quickly, and need raged between them. They were lost, wrapped up in each other, both giving and taking equally.
“I love you, Eli.” She barely broke the kiss and her words came out on a breathy cry. “I love you,” drenched in lust, love and need, “my God...I love you.” Each word hitched. Truth reigned.
He pulled back and saw tears in her eyes, identical to the tears pooling in his. Their heavy breaths mingled. His breath was hers, and hers was his. At that moment, there was no one else, they were one. Time stood still and he swore....no, he vowed, until his dying day he would remember this very moment. The moment his Red loved him back.
Eli slowly lowered back onto the blanket, using his arms to steady them both until he was lying flat. The sight of Ember astride him made his blood burn like fire. He trembled with every breath. Every heartbeat sent passion raging through his veins. He pulled her chest to his and she willingly went; his arms enveloped her body and cradled her tenderly. His lips brushed against hers keeping their kiss light but her salt laden tears traced the curves of her swollen lips and he tasted each one.
He sucked her tongue that sinfully teased him and she didn’t hold back. Hands roamed freely, each grasped for the other when the kissing wasn’t enough.
Eli turned them with ease. He lay atop her, settling his body between her splayed legs. Her skirt rode high but the flouncy material covered her decency. His arms caged her and he rested his weight on his forearms, careful not to crush her. He knew she could feel his erection between them. His cock throbbed with his racing pulse. He pulled back and stared into her eyes. She stared back. They both knew where this was heading, and neither wanted to stop.
Eli’s hand crept beneath the hem of her dress. His fingers caressed her bare skin, grazing her panty line. She closed her eyes, waiting for his fingers to cross the line.
“Say you want this, Red.” His words were breathy, each word fanned across her face as he tipped his forehead to hers. “Tell me you want me,” he panted. “Tell me you need me.”
Her eyes closed.
* * *
His words were a prayer. A prayer she needed and wanted.
Opening her eyes, she saw his were still closed. His jaw clenched, holding back his desperation. He lowered his head, resting it in the crook of her neck. “I can stop now. I won't push you to do anything you don’t want to do or anything you're not ready for.”
She ran her hands through his hair and he thrust his head up. She whispered to his soul, “Take me with you.” She locked her lips over his and he tasted like heaven. Everything she never knew she wanted was contained in that kiss. She reached beneath her skirt and pushed her fingers alongside his. She looped her thumb beneath the elastic string of her thong and shimmied a fraction before Eli lifted his weight enough that she could pull the elastic over her hip.
Eli didn’t waste time. He propped himself up, sat back on his heels and assisted her, removing the pesky thong. The material skimmed down her legs and she pulled her feet through the almost-nothing lace then spread herself before him. Eli brought the panties to his face and inhaled. Ember went still, lay frozen, staring up at him. The thought of someone sniffing her panties should have appalled her, but the sight and sound spurred her on.
He lowered the pink thong and deftly shoved it in the pocket of his jeans. He pushed the button of his jeans through the buttonhole and pulled his zipper slowly down, as if giving her time to tell him to stop. His eyes never left hers and with a single look she silently told him, yes. Yes, she was wanting, and yes, she was willing.
He fisted his tee behind his neck and pulled it over his head in one motion. The his glorious chest muscles appeared and he was absolutely gorgeous. No two ways about it. She’d seen him without a shirt before. Countless times, he’d been bare-chested at her parent’s house, in the pool or helping her father with chores, splitting wood, baling hay or working in the yard or barn. But now, seeing him in a new light, his pecs on display, he was mesmerizing. A god of Eli. A god to Ember.
She explored. His skin felt like velvet. Smooth. Silky. Steel. The cords of his neck flared and ran flawlessly to his shoulders. The tips of her fingers tracing his skin left behind lines of acid fire, her tips burning with each inch she explored. She trailed down his breast bone, between the furrowed muscles of his pecs, his skin taut and strained over each curve of his chest. She traced a divot on his shoulder and one on his side, the puckered scars of old wounds. There were many to explore, some deep, some small, but now wasn’t the time to find and explore each one. He was a gorgeous sculpture of perfection hovering over her.
As she took her time, his arms shook with the strain of holding himself while she perused and trailed the back of her hand over his rock hard abs. Sculpted. Chiseled. A masterpiece. He was exquisite.
The excitement made the group of muscles quiver with each of his anguished breaths. Her eyes fell and followed the trail of hair starting just below his navel. It was fine and sparse and disappeared beneath the open button of his jeans. His muscles quaked and her hands shook as she slid them lower and met the coarse parted material. She paused, meeting his eyes before delving eagerly beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Smooth, warm, velvety skin met her fingers. She encircled his cock head, caressing the softness then drew her hand lower. She gripped his shaft. It pulsed and wetness moistened his slit. The coarseness of his pubic hair brushed the back of her hand and she wanted to explore lower, feel the weight of his balls, but the restriction of his jeans and boxers, coupled with her hand’s awkward angle between them, made the task nearly impossible.
* * *
Eli groaned as her flesh met his. His hardened length pushed up and it felt like she was strangling him. He could feel himself leaking onto the tips of her fingers and knew she could feel it too. He needed to best the situation before he embarrassed himself like a prepubescent teen. He wasn't going to blow. Not before he had her screaming his name. But, when Ember pulled her hand from his cock, fingers wet with his precum and brought it to her mouth, he did everything within him to hold back his release.
Holy, Mother of God!
He lost his mind when her tongue teased her fingers and swirled around the dainty tips. Then, she sucked them between her lips and pulled them out clean. Curiosity and satisfaction written all over her face.
God, almighty, have mercy.
Ember pushed against Eli’s chest, her legs still splayed to him. He arched back, as she continued to push until he came to rest flat on his back again. Straddling him, she stared down, and he caught the fire in his eyes. She unsaddled him and pulled at the waist of his jeans, tugging, trying to pull them free. Eli complied. Sitting up, he unlaced his boots, took off his socks and removed his jeans, leaving his boxer briefs on. She grabbed the hem of her dress, crossed her arms and pulled it up over her body, letting her full breasts bounced free of their confines. The dress fluttered to the ground behind her and she shook out her ember curls like a ravishing beast.
Eli’s dick pulsed and he took a few needed deep breaths. She was a goddess of beauty; his Aphrodite and Venus. A blush reddened her skin but she had absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. When she went to cover herself, he caught her wrists, revealing her breasts and she opened her arms, exposing herself to him once again. He rubbed the back of his knuckles over her gorgeous nipples and she shuddered. He did it again, then pinched the tips lightly. She moaned and pulled back but not far enough to lose his grip. He added more pressure, and when she closed her eyes and moaned wildly, he couldn’t control himself.
“Ember.” Sitting up, he leaned in and put his mouth over her beaded nipple and sucked. She let out a whimper and watched him gently tongue and suckle the hardened bud. Her breathing sped up. He sucked and nipped, pulling her taut nipple between his teeth, just like he did in his dreams. The voyeuristic sight had her panting when he went from one breast to the other, all the while teasing and plucking the exposed nipple while swirling his tongue around the one he feasted on.
Eli pulled back, his breathing just as erratic as hers. “I can’t do this.” He panted the words between breaths.
“What?” Her hand came up and covered her chest.
“No, no.” His breaths were heavy. “Not, ‘I can’t do this,’” he gestured between them, “I can’t do this.” He pointed to her chest. “If I keep this up, I won’t last...and God knows I want this to last.”
* * *
Ember went from humiliation, to a temptress grin, and pushed Eli back down on his back. “My turn to play.” She stopped straddling him and pulled at the waistband of his boxers. “Off,” she commanded. He lifted his hips, sliding and kicking them down his legs, which probably wasn’t the sexiest striptease, but urgency beat flare.
Her confidence was shaken when she saw his size. His purple cock head lay heavy against his stomach, almost reaching his navel. She steeled herself and stared at his cock. It was huge. It was the only cock she’d ever seen in person. He was never going to fit. Her vibrator, Clyde, was only a clit stimulator. No wonder it was a novelty and had never made her orgasm. Nothing ever penetrated her. She started to hyperventilate.
“Red, come back to me.” Eli’s voice brought her out of her panic. “If you want to stop just say the word and we’ll stop.” He propped up on one elbow.
She didn’t want to stop and shook her head. “Lay down, Eli.” She was going to do this; wanted to do this. Eli’s gaze measured her, making sure she was good, then laid back. She straddled his lower thighs.
With trembling hands, she gripped him and heard his intake of breath. She felt a surge of power; she was in control. She lightly stroked him, watching the taut skin move and slide with every push and pull of her hand. Eli laid his head back, his eyes closed, concentrating. He was letting her explore. She watched the head of his cock drip with precum when she brought her hand to the tip. It swelled and the mushroom head darkened a deeper purple.
She wanted to taste him. She’d seen it done in videos. Hell, Maven talked about giving head more than she’d like to remember. She even gave Ember a tutorial using a burrito, showing her the ways to caress, suck, tantalize, and hide her teeth. And, how to always, always, pay special attention to balls.
Men liked their balls.
Liked to have them sucked, caressed, teased, fondled and slightly tugged. Ember wasn’t sure about that last one, but didn't dare to ask Maves to elaborate; God knew she’d be off on a tangent. She was a plethora of information.
Pulling up, she watched a bit of precum well to the surface, then leak down the head onto her hand. She got a small taste earlier and decided she was just going to go for it. If she was doing it wrong, Eli would tell her.
She bent forward and licked the tip with the flat of her tongue, and his taste exploded in her mouth. Every taste bud opened and enveloped his essence. It was erotic as hell, spurring her on.
Eli bucked his hips when she covered the head with her mouth, making sure her teeth didn’t touch. His moan filled the air, and she felt herself pulse and moisten. Could this turn her on as much as him?
“Em…” His voice was heady.
Ember looked up at him using only her eyes, his head still in her mouth. She felt him pulse, bringing more saltiness to her tongue. It seemed he was hanging on by a thread. His legs trembled and every cord in his neck strained.
“Red, you don’t have to...I’m not going to last.”
She pulled off him with a powerful pop and Eli dropped his head. She saw his fists grasping the blanket.
“You don’t want me to?” Her voice held dismay.
“Em, please, I’m begging you...if you don’t want me to cum, babe, have mercy...please.” He sounded almost frantic, “Baby, please.”
She swore she could see his soul as he looked at her with pleading eyes. She grabbed the base of his cock, opened her mouth, and pushed him to the back of her throat. Eli’s moan was mournful, and she gagged, but didn’t let up. She had no idea if she was doing it right, but she kept on, pulling her lips all the way to the head, sucking in the wells of her cheeks, and pushing down against the resistance. Her gag reflex eased, and she took him as deep as she could. What she couldn’t go down on, she stroked with her hand, pushing the base towards his sack as she drew up to the head. His balls hung loose but heavy. She repeated the motion a few more times and saw them draw up under the base. His thighs tightened and his butt clenched. She felt him tapping on the back of her head but she kept going with more vigor. She felt like a goddess, holding him at will.
“Em...Emm...Emmy, pull off, I'm going to cum!” His voice begged, so she pushed down all the way, as far as her throat would let her, taking him deep, then swallowed, constricting his engorged head with the muscles deep in her throat, vicing around his cock head, then she gently squeezed his balls.
He let out a guttural roar and exploded like a cannon. A rope of cum shot against her throat, pushing the soft tissues, causing her to gag and pull off his dick. She pumped him with her hand while she spit. His hips pushed up with the next spurt and Ember was mesmerized. She went back down, swallowing just his head, and felt another rope dance across her tongue, salty and warm. He went slack and his legs continued to quiver. She lapped at him, twirling her tongue, staying only at the head, afraid if she went down she’d gag again. When she licked him clean, she dropped his cock then trailed the stream of cum that jetted onto his stomach and chest.
Eli lifted his head and watched her tongue trail along the line of his cum.
Having him watch her was sexy as hell. So erotic. So taboo. She felt herself clench and gush.
Oh. My. God.
Her wetness coated Eli's thighs, and suddenly she was embarrassed. Pushing herself up, still straddling his thighs, she met his eyes. His normally slate-blue eyes were dark as sapphires. For a moment she was unsure what he was going to do, but when his lips crashed against hers, she melted in his arms.
Deep thrusts of his tongue had her begging him to take her. Do anything; she didn’t care. All she wanted was for him to touch her, to be inside of her. She moaned, but with his mouth on hers, he ate her passionate shriek. When he broke the kiss and lowered them to the blanket he cradled her close to his chest and hitched her leg over his.
They lay in silence listening to each other's breaths, coming down from their high.
“Where did you learn to do that?” Eli’s voice broke the stillness, wonder and humor in his tone.
Ember tucked her head into the valley of his arm and asked, “Do you really want to know?” The apprehension in her voice was clear.
Silence.
He stiffened. “Please don't say a word if it’s another guy’s name.”
Ember felt a spike of anger. Didn’t he know she’d never been with a guy before?
“You know, I’ve never been with, um...I’m—”
“I’m not insinuating you’ve been with someone, but I’m praying there is another way you learned how to make that luscious mouth into a sinful vixen.”
“Maven.”
The silence was deafening.
Ember raised her head to look at Eli but his eyes were already fixed on hers.
“Maven?” He raised his eyebrow, a trait of his she loved, and she giggled. “How is that girl making her way into the most mind blowing moment of my life with the girl I love?”
The girl I love.The words fluttered like butterflies in her soul. He was still waiting for her answer. She suddenly felt embarrassed. Five minutes ago, she was shameless, and now she was blushing.
“Well,” she swallowed, “it was Margarita Monday—”
“Oh, God, that explains it.” He let out a low laugh that rumbled in his chest. “Any story that starts out with, ‘It was Margarita Monday,’ has to end badly, especially with Maven in the mix somewhere.”
“True, but you should probably be thanking her.” She took in a deep breath for courage. “She was telling me about her, um… ‘exploits’...and, um, was telling me the ‘procedures’ she uses to, um, getaguyoff.” She buried her head into his side.
Eli kissed the top of her head and, again, he let out a rumble of his laughter.
She continued, “Well, I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant, so Maven was Maven, and showed me her technique on the Grande Burrito.”
A laugh erupted so deep in his chest it made her cheek bounce on his pec and it was a glorious sound. He had an amazing laugh. Deep and husky, almost like a song when he let loose.
“She didn’t hold back either. Got right into it.” Ember laughed at the memory.
“Did it leave money on the edge of the table before it left.”
“No, but she got her meal for free...and the waiter’s number.”
That did it. They lay there laughing, both naked as the day they were born.
Eli played with the strands of her hair as they came off their high. He repeated the words she would never get enough of, “I love you, Red.”
He flipped her to her back and laid feather-light kisses along her neck. She craned to give him access, reveling in the moment. Never in a thousand years would she have ever thought she’d be here. The man she was looking for, praying for, was with her all along.
He made a necklace of kisses across her throat and then in the swell of her breasts, causing her body to zing.
His shoulder muscles quaked as she ran her hands over his taut skin and she heard the undertones of his moans as he explored her breasts. Her skin burned when he licked a path through the valley of her cleavage and buried his head between the mounds, pushing them together and feasting from nipple to nipple, never leaving one unattended. He nipped and bit at one while rolling the other between his fingers, tugging until she winced. He was like a maestro, tuning an instrument to perfection, coaxing and playing with mastery. Watching him worship her body made her euphoric. Eli left no flesh untouched, kissing every inch of her. He nipped the underside of her breasts, then licked a pathway down the center of her stomach. He nestled in her trimmed curls and she held her breath when he slid his nose down the apex of her thigh, first one side, then the other. She blushed, but the intimacy of it turned her on.
He parted her legs farther apart, applying light pressure to each inner thigh until she opened wide enough to accommodate his large frame. Then she draped her legs over his shoulders. She could only see the top of his head. Her heart thundered against her chest and she waited for his next touch, but when it didn’t come, the anticipation was both exhilarating and almost painful. Then, she felt it. A light wisp of air as he blew across her most sensitive place.
Holy shit!
How could something so light, feel so magnificent?Again, he wafted his breath over her clit and she felt herself dampen all over again. The flat of his tongue lapped her from ass to clit causing her to grasp the blanket like a lifeline, twisting it in her fists. Eli laid his hand above her mound and gently pushed down holding her at his will. He used the thumb to pull back her protective hood and volleyed between tonguing her clit and licking her folds, nibbling each side and licking straight up the center. Then, he speared his tongue in deep.
The sensations overwhelmed her. It was like a symphony of instruments being played on one body. Each area a single sound, but together, together it was a musical masterpiece. With the need and want rising to a crescendo, he pushed his broad middle finger into her center and she flew. His finger was thick, pushing and receding, repeating the motion with one drawn out pull and then a quick upward thrust where he held it in the deep. She felt his four remaining fingers splayed snuggly against her ass.
Oh, God. I can’t breathe...
“Breathe, baby. I need you to breathe.” Eli murmured against her thigh, gingerly placing small pecks here and there as he spoke.
She took in a few panting breaths. Eli was so attuned to her he could read her thoughts, knowing what she needed before she did.
“Deep breaths, baby, come on….deep breath for me.” His words would have been calming, if he would’ve given her a reprieve, but he kept pushing and pulling, ratcheting up his speed as he coaxed her.
“Deep breath...good girl, that’s good.” He breathed the words over her clit, then lashed it a few times for good measure.
Her mews and whimpers became moans of ecstasy within minutes. The gates of rapture called to her. And, when he pushed in a second finger, scissoring to stretch her, she gushed with wetness, dousing his hand. He added a third and latched onto her clit and she lost it, convulsing again, and bringing another gush, then three. He was relentless and drank from her like he was dying of thirst.
She thrashed and cried with passion and he relented, pulling his fingers from her and unabashedly licked them clean, hungry for her taste. He brought her back to earth whispering against her temple, coaxing her from her euphoria.
She didn’t care. She was shameless. Weightless. Sated.
She loved Eli and Eli loved her.