To Save Emmy Page 4
Her fingers did hesitate, and he almost groaned his relief and prayed his next words would bring her to her senses. “Oh, don’t stop now, Emmy,” he continued his tone as cruel as he could manage, his mouth hard as he forced a thread of disgust. “You might as well get used to it. This is how a man talks to a whore.”
“Is it?” she returned, obviously unhappy with his biting words and suddenly crass attitude. “And a whore? How does she talk to a man?”
Nick ignored the question. “If you’re going to do it right, let’s see a little cunt. A nice bushy one, as I remember. Later, we’ll shave it up a bit. I do love shaving a lady’s cunt.”
Emmy gritted her teeth and wished she knew words equally as unkind and callus. “Make up your mind. It’s either a whore or a lady. One can’t be both.”
“Oh but you can and apparently you are.”
His harsh words caused her a moment’s insecurity. Her eyes widened with indecision, her fingers stilled in shock.
“They say the Arabs shave off all hair. I prefer a little myself. Just enough to cover the slit. It makes a woman a bit more mysterious. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Emmy frowned puzzled then surprised at the picture his words invoked. Shaving? She hadn’t imagined such a thing. She watched him for a long moment. A pulse throbbed in his forehead, another in his throat. His mouth was hard, obviously angry, but his eyes were filled with a longing that rocked her senses. He might try to disguise it, but it was suddenly all too obvious that he wanted her.
She grinned, and Nick knew he’d gone too far. She’d taken to the idea or, at the very least, knew what he was up to. He cursed himself for every kind of fool. Why hadn’t he stopped at her hesitation?
“I hope you packed a razor then.”
Her fingers continued down her dress, disposing of every button. Inch by incredibly lovely inch, her body became visible to him. He was done for. There was no way he could resist.
He shook his head in wonder. Only a few days ago, she didn’t know how to kiss, and now, she was artfully, purposely, seducing a man, half exposed a true wanton. She was so good at it she might have been doing this for years. Nick had never known such excitement.
The material lay against her skin, parted but unopened, and he heard some damn fool say, “Is that it? Aren’t you going to pull the dress aside? Show a man exactly what he’s getting?”
And she did just as the voice suggested.
Nick sucked in a sharp breath as his gaze moved over her. His insulting comment was off the mark. He’d said her breasts were nice. They weren’t. Just as he remembered, they were gorgeous. He clamped his fingers into fists lest he reach out and touch her.
“You like them?” she asked while pulling the fabric out and open.
Nick couldn’t control his groan. All was lost. There was no going back. “Take your hair down.”
Emmy smiled, as she went about the chore. There was no denying she’d won. It was clear in his eyes, his tone.
“Now show them to me, lift them.”
She did as he asked.
He had to twice clear his throat. “Now run your hands down your body. Show me how you touch yourself. When you’re alone in your room, show me what you do.”
Emmy had never touched herself and wondered if she could now. She hesitated at a loss, not knowing what to do.
“You’ll need to play with your pussy for me.”
She shrugged. Her gorgeous breast shivered with the motion. “I don’t…I’ve never…” She was obviously unhappy at the command. “Nick, I don’t know how.”
He smiled. “That’s my job, isn’t it? I’m going to show you how.”
Still, she hesitated.
“Emmy, do you want to learn how to seduce a man or not?”
Her cheeks warmed a bit, but she forged on. Her hands slid from her breasts over her midriff and belly.
“Slowly,” he counselled. “The slower you go, the more a man wants it.”
Nick knew, with every word spoken, he sealed both their destinies. She was his for the taking. She didn’t know it yet, but he was the only man who would ever see this. “Now your pussy. That’s it.” He shuddered as he fought to control his need. “Run your fingers through the hair.”
Emmy did as she was directed and knew some surprise that she enjoyed the touch of her own smooth fingers even as she longed to feel rougher skin.
“Now open your legs. Beautiful. Take your hand away and let me see.”
She did.
“Scoot your hips forward so I can see more.”
She moved forward, allowing him to look his fill, and he loved every minute of it.
With his hands on her knees, he parted her legs further, delighting in the luscious sight of pink, moist flesh beckoning to him. “Very pretty. Now, I’m going to show you how to play.” His hand slid up her leg. Achingly slow.
Emmy could hardly stand it. A pulse pounded in her throat, stealing her breath. God, but she wanted him to touch her. She ached for him to touch her. She never realised her soft cry of longing as it was torn from her lips.
Nick grinned understanding the eagerness in her cry, feeling it in her tense muscles. “The longer you wait, the better it feels.”
She struggled to breathe and choked out, “It couldn’t feel better.”
She sighed when at last two fingers dipped into her warm juicy tunnel then up a bit to her clit. She jumped and he smiled. “Sensitive, am I right?”
“Very.”
He played with her, and very nicely Emmy would have to admit, before pulling his hand back. He moaned his enjoyment as he licked the taste of her from his fingers, and Emmy groaned as he tutored, “Now you touch it, Emmy. Let me watch you play.”
“I thought you would,” she said, showing clearly her disappointment.
“Oh I will, believe me, only I want to watch you for a bit.”
And she did as he directed. It took hardly a second before she smiled, obviously enjoying the fact that he watched. Tentative at first, her movements slowly grew more certain, and the effect was purely delicious. Emmy had never imagined anything could feel so good. Slippery, hot and wet, she loved it.
“At night, when you’re alone, you can do this.”
Her breathing began to grow stilted, her voice unsteady as she asked, “Do I have to wait for night?”
Nick chuckled softly. “Feels that good, does it?”
“Mmm…” she groaned softly, loving her own touch as her fingers grew more expert at giving herself pleasure.
He kissed her knee, his mouth burning through her stocking. And where her stocking ended, he slid his tongue up her thigh to the sweet beckoning heat beyond.
As she continued to play, he bathed his tongue in her hot juices. Licking at her, sucking, eating of her what he could like a man starved for nourishment. He spread her legs wider, leaving no part of her untouched. His tongue shot deep into her hot tunnel, and they both moaned at the pleasure as he wiggled his tongue and tickled her there.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “Oh my God. I love this. It feels so good.”
“All right, that’s enough. Let me finish for you. You just lean back and enjoy,” he said just before his tongue came to lick and tickle and drive her beyond the edge of madness.
“My God,” he moaned, as he moved to the floor to gain some comfort and quickly realised comfort wasn’t likely to be had within the tight confines of the carriage floor. He didn’t care. He sat between her legs his legs folded as best he could and knew the prize she offered was worth any discomfort. Holding her ass, he brought her hips to his mouth. “I can’t begin to tell you how good you taste.”
She groaned as his mouth ate at her, drinking in her juices, delighting as his tongue drove her wild. “Nicky,” she murmured then instantly forgot what she was going to say. “This feels…this feels…oh God.” It was beyond her ability to say more. She felt his mouth curve into a smile against her flesh, and she wiggled her hips, silently pleading for him to never stop.
She was struggling for every breath then frowned as her stomach began to cramp. Did that feel good? She forced herself to think on it and thought perhaps it did. She wondered why. Cramps didn’t usually feel good. What was happening to her? She forgot her question as the sensation strengthened. Her entire stomach tightened. Something was happening. “Nick, I can’t. Wait. Something is wrong.”
He lowered her so she knelt over his hips, his folded legs behind her. His finger replaced his tongue, and his mouth was at her nipple now, biting her hard. She gasped again, her head falling back on her shoulders, her mind swimming with glorious sensation. She couldn’t take it all in.
“Nick, please,” she pleaded as an aching need slowly grew stronger, only she didn’t know exactly what she needed.
“Mmm…” he murmured in response, loath to release her nipple. “What?” he asked, while never easing his finger’s play at her clit.
“I think you should stop. My stomach is starting to ache.”
“Is it?” He smiled into her innocent eyes. “That means you’re close to coming.”
“Coming?” Emmy questioned with a frown, having never heard the expression before. “Where am I going?”
He laughed as he nuzzled his mouth into her neck. “Trust me. I won’t let you get hurt.” Nick opened his trousers, releasing a huge, aching erection. He lowered her just a bit, spreading her legs until she almost sat upon him. “Feel that?” he asked as the head of his cock played against her hot, wet tunnel.
She nodded.
“That’s my cock. He wants to come in. Only he can’t until you’re ready.”
“He?” she asked with a smile, having immediately picked up on the use of the personal pronoun. “Are you sure it’s a he?”
He laughed. “Take my word for it. He’s a he.”
“So he wants to come in, does he? He’s a rude little fellow, I’d say, poking at a lady like that. Where’s his invitation?”
He eyed her threateningly. “What do you mean little?”
Emmy laughed and leant back, her elbows on the seat behind her, totally and lusciously exposed to his view. “Perhaps not little, but he’s definitely rude.”
“And you’re a gorgeous woman.” His hands slid over her from neck to groin, as if he couldn’t decide what to touch first. “And this is his invitation.”
She smiled even as she wondered where she got the courage to kneel like this before a man, totally exposed to his view. “Does he know that?”
“I’m afraid he does. And he’ll never calm down now that he’s seen you.”
“He can see? What an amazing little fellow.” At his playful glare, she quickly amended with, “I mean he’s an amazing fellow.”
She felt his erection shift just a bit against her. “I’ve been told it hurts the first time,” she said a bit more seriously.
Nick nodded. “I’ve heard as much, but he won’t hurt you.”
“How could you know?”
“I’m going to make sure of it. Once I show you the pleasure, he’ll be where he wants to be, and you won’t even have realised it.”
Her look was filled with doubt. “Being that he’s already seen me, do you think I might see him?”
Nick nodded, shifted her so he could rise from the floor, allowing her to see him in the soft light of the lone candle.
Emmy’s eyes widened with surprise. “Oh my, he is big, isn’t he?”
“Not too big for you.”
“Nick, I don’t know.” She shook her head. “He looks so angry.”
“He’s not. I promise you, he’s not. He only wants to get to know you.” Nick sat again and guided her back into place. “Don’t be afraid. I promise this isn’t going to hurt. Here, let me just put his head inside, and you can tell me what you think.” Nick eased his cock into her wet heat, making sure only the head was embedded. “How does that feel?”
“Mmm…lovely.”
“Now let me finish what I started, and he can get really comfortable.”
She smiled as his fingers returned to her pussy and played. “Will you really shave me?”
“Would you like that?”
”I never thought of it before, but I think I might.”
He smiled. “I believe you are the most adorable woman I’ve ever known.” His smile grew a bit more wicked. “Perhaps there is a razor at the cabin.”
Her head fell back as she leant away from him. Her words were slightly slurred as she slipped deeper under his deliciously sensuous assault. ”I can’t tell you how good this feels.”
Nick grinned. “Are you sorry I kidnapped you?”
She laughed, her eyes twinkling with deviltry and arched her back for his pleasure. “Ask me again later.”
“I always knew you were a brat.”
“And you’re a bully. I think that makes us a perfect pair.”
He pulled her against him and kissed her deep, long. His mouth was hot and hungry, his tongue leaving behind her own taste as it ravished her mouth, searching out every dark honeyed corner, drinking of her essence. He was breathing hard and fast as he pulled sharply away. “We might have to get married.”
She moaned as he left her mouth aching for more. “I love it when you kiss me like that. And why? Do you think you’re expecting?”
Nick laughed. “I’m expecting all right. I’m expecting you’re going to love this, and I won’t be able to service you as often as you want if we aren’t living together.”
“It’s hard to concentrate on what you’re saying when you touch me there.” She moaned. “Oh that feels lovely. And you know for a fact that I’ll be wanting your services?”
He chuckled softly, knowingly as his mouth sucked in one lips then the other only to leave both and slide to her neck, her chest and finally took the soft flesh of her breast deep into a fiery wet pit of pleasure. “Absolutely.”
She gasped as the sucking sensation seemed to emphasise the growing ache in her belly. “And you suppose you’re the only one who can do this?” she asked just before she moaned, “Oh my God, I can’t believe how good this feels.”
“Take my word for it, no one else is ever going to.”
Emmy opened her eyes then moaned as they helplessly fluttered closed again. “If you’re expecting me to argue with you, you’ll have to wait ‘til later.”
Nick smiled. If she thought he’d let a delicious little piece like her escape him, she’d best think again. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she was going to marry him.
“Mmm…” she murmured as the pleasure filled her. “I love this, Nicky. I can’t tell you how much.”
“I know. I love it too.” He leant forward and paid equal attention to her other breast, sucking the lovely, pink nipple deep into his mouth.
She gasped at the heat of him. His mouth was so hot. God, she loved it so much. Lights flashed behind her closed lids. Pleasure suffused every inch of her body. She couldn’t concentrate, for one delight seemed to roll into another until every inch of her body hummed with desire. She couldn’t imagine anything better and frowned as the cramping began again. A tight knot formed over her stomach. It spread, intensified, grew tight, tighter. Surely, it couldn’t continue without causing damage. The more he sucked the harder the cramp. And yet the harder the cramp the more she craved it. She leaned into the pain, unable to stop the wanting. The heaviness that settled over her stomach grew to mammoth proportions and slid up her body to her throat. She could barely breathe. Her hips tilted slightly as she groaned, “Oh my God, Nicky.”
“Is it happening again?” he asked unnecessarily, for he knew it was. She was burning for him, and he thought he’d never see a more beautiful sight. She’d ruined him for any other.
Her head fell back, her lips parted as she struggled
for air. Her body tightened to the breaking point.
“Oh God,” she gasped as she was suddenly poised on the agonising edge of explosive ecstasy. “My God,” she groaned again even as her breathing grew to short almost useless pants, a guttural sound of pain escaped her throat, and she wondered, albeit fleetingly, who was making all that noise. Her heart was pounding. She couldn’t get a deep breath, and she didn’t care. She couldn’t stop. She needed, needed, oh God, she needed. “Nicky, help me. Please help me,” she somehow managed as she mindlessly strove towards the pleasure.
His mouth held firmly to hers, absorbing her cries, her moans of delight, her desperate aching need for something she couldn’t name. Her body stiffened. Harder, harder she strained towards the need, unsure if it promised pleasure or pain and knowing it was too late, that it no longer mattered. She had to have it. And when it was finally upon her, she cried out, the sound muffled against his opened mouth as the cramping broke into a thousand shards of white-hot light and the beauty of it nearly shattered her soul as it tore at her in desperate aching waves of wonder. She couldn’t bear it, and she never wanted it to stop. Devastated, a mindless craving creature, she could only gasp as wave after wave of tormenting rapture engulfed her body, her mind, her very soul.
She fell against him, never realising she was no longer kneeling but sitting fully upon him, that his cock was nestled deep inside her, her face snuggled into the warmth of his neck as she struggled for every breath.
Long moments passed before her desperate gasps turned into steady, deeper breaths and he asked, “Did you like that?”
“Like what?” she teased.
He tapped her naked rear in warning. “Emmy.”
She could only moan for an answer as her muscles continued to contract and aftershocks of pleasure pulled at her insides, driving him nearly insane as they squeezed and released and squeezed his cock again.
“I can’t believe it,” she murmured sleepily. “Oh my God, do you realise how many years I’ve missed. I could have been doing this for—”