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By Bonnie Williams
Episode 15
Getting Carried Away
Though her eyes were closed, Emma knew Blake was taking her to her room, yet she still gasped when he nudged her back and they both tumbled to the quilted bed cover.
Pumpkin growled in protest when she was evicted from her napping spot.
“Emma, what you do to me.” He kissed her, placing hot, wet kisses, to her lips and neck, her earlobes and eye lids.
“I didn’t do anything,” she sighed, half teasing, half delirious. “You’re the one that was banging on my front door.”
“That’s because you were driving me insane with worry.” He punctuated his reason with an open mouth kiss to the hollow of her throat. “I must have called you fifty times today.”
“I know. I was avoiding you.” She moaned when he trailed his lips and tongue from her throat on down between her breasts. But that wasn’t enough. “More…”
“Why were you avoiding me, honey?”
“Because, I…um…oh, God!” She grabbed fists-full of his hair when his mouth encircled one erect nipple, licking and suckling, turning it into one hardend peak before moving to the other. He pinched the abandoned one with his thumb and forefinger, sending waves of pleasure pulsing down her belly and between her legs until she was writhing with need. She wanted him inside her, but he was moving agonizingly slow. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
“Mmm,” was all he said, making her last comment seem obtuse. He released her breast from his lips and moved up to place his mouth to hers once more, shifting his head to deepen their kiss. Emma felt drunk with desire. The musky male sent of his body was intoxicating. “Oh, I want you. I plan on showing you how much.”
The words, the sexy tone of his voice, felt like a gentle stroke to her naked skin. She could feel his desire for her against her belly as his erection strained against the zipper of his jeans. She wanted to release him and stroke him until he was as crazy with need as she was. But he had her caged to the bed with his weight, unable to do anything but feel.
Blake shifted, parted the silk robe from her body, leaving her skin exposed and vulnerable. She watched as he studied her body, his gaze hot and intense. Emma tried to reach for him, but he grasped her wrists and held them above her head, causing her back to arch. She heard a low husky groan from his throat as he looked up from her body, to her eyes, grinning with approval.
His large hand slid gently across her skin, around her breasts, finally gliding down her belly. Heat exploded throughout her body when his hand cupped between the apex of her legs. She arched higher as he held her hands up, driving her crazy for release. “Blake, please…” She tugged at her wrists, but he was relentless. “I want you naked with me,” she begged. “Let me help you,” she said. This time he devoured her—his mouth to hers.
Blake thrust his tongue between her lips just as one long finger slid inside her moist heat. She gasped from the arousing intrusion, but it still wasn’t enough. Soon his hand began moving, fast and rhythmic, while his mouth and tongue mimicked the act of lovemaking. Emma cried out as she came—wave after sensual wave of heat so intense she thought she might burst from the pleasure of his ministrations.
After, when her breathing returned to normal and she could open her eyes, Emma looked up at Blake and offered a sated smile. But she was ready for more. She needed more.
Her hands came up and eased the zipper of his trousers down, her gaze never leaving his. Soon, his erection sprang free from his briefs and into her waiting hand. She relished the feel of him, all silky smooth yet hard and impossibly big. She felt him shutter and groan as she stroked lightly, testing, feeling his length, pleasuring him as he had explored her.
“Emma…” His voice was hoarse and compelling and gave her the encouragement to continue.
She’d never held a man’s penis in her hands like this before. It was thrilling to know his pleasure came from her attention. “I want to please you,” she whispered. “I’m not very good at this, so would you tell me if I’m doing this right?”
He groaned again. “Honey, any better and I’d explode.” This time when he kissed her, it was more hungry and savage, both devouring while delaying the moment when his body would join with hers. “I want to be with you,” he said as the anticipation grew. Emma sensed she was leaving him nearly crazy with need. “Inside you.”
“Yes, Blake…hurry.”
“Emma? You hooo.”
The thunderous sound of knuckles to wood had both Emma and Blake jerk forward. Emma’s head knocked squarely into Blake lip. “Ow!”
“Oh, God—“
“Emma, darling are you in there?” Neither Blake nor Emma had time to take cover when Emma’s mother burst through the bedroom door.
“Mother!”
“Holy hell,” Blake muttered as he grabbed for the zipper of his pants. Emma wisped the bedcover up to her chest, effectively covering anything important, however, not enough to conceal their activities.
Her mother held the doorknob and propped the other fist at her waist with a scowl on her face. “Well, I did knock. Your front door was unlocked, for heaven’s sake.”
Emma saw the moment of recognition on her mother’s face when her and Blake’s eye’s locked.
“You!” they said in unison.
“You two know each other?” Emma felt like she’d missed the party. Horrified she said, “How do you know each other?” When they ignored her questions, she growled and pulled the quilt over her head.
“That’s your mother?” Blake looked like a caged animal ready to make an escape. He raked his fingers roughly though his disheveled hair as he paced the floor, then briefly glanced at Emma before looking her mother in the eye, and waited as if expecting a challenge.
“You know this is exactly what I’d have expected from you, Mister Kinsey. However, screwing my daughter won’t get you any closer to me, or my decision. So you can end the charade before Emma gets hurt.
“Excuse me? But can one of you answer my question?” She threw the cover off her head, the stare-off between the two. Emma noticed Blake’s lower lip was bleeding.
“Oh, his family and I go back a long way, don’t we Mister Kinsey?”
Blake said nothing. And Emma’s heart sank.
“But you, darling. I expected you to be more cautious with the men you allow in your bed. I warned you about him—“
“Mother,” Emma spoke harsh under her breath. “Please go into the living room and wait for me.”
“But—“
“Please, Mother,” Emma pleaded.
Her mother gave Blake a harsh and thorough once-over before she turned on her Italian-leather heels and closed the door behind her.
“Emma, I—“
Emma held up her hand. “Don’t say anything, Blake.” She stood from the bed, doing her best to keep exposed skin from his eyes. “Just get dressed and leave.”
“All right, but we’re not done here.” He tried to kiss her before he walked out, but she avoided him.
Finally after what seemed to be minutes, he finally gave up and left the room. When Blake walked out, she suddenly felt abandoned.
She expected a bomb to explode with the two of them in her living room. But when she heard the front door shut without incident, Emma allowed a small measure of relaxation in her shoulders. She threw on her robe, and ran a brush through her hair. It was time to face the dragon.
“Why are you here, Mother?” she said when she came into the room.
“Can’t a mother come by to see her only daughter?”
“You never just ‘stop by’.”
“All right fine. If you must know the awful truth. One of your neighbors saw that Kinsey boy pounding down your door and thought I should be notified in case you were being harassed. One can’t be too careful when in the political arena.” She pulled out a Chanel lipstick and gold-tone mirror, added a dab off nude mauve to her lips. “Really, Emma. Inviting a man to your home
when everyone can witness—“
“You know what, Mother, not everything is about you. Did you happen to stop and think that
maybe Blake is with me because he enjoys my company?”
“I can’t believe this coming from my own daughter. I only have your best interest at heart.”
“No Mom, you don’t.” Emma swallowed hard and boldly met her mother’s gaze. “I like Blake. He makes me feel good about myself. I’m asking you to please not interfere.”
“Very well. But he won’t ever be welcome in my house.”
“Fine.” Emma glanced out the front window. Blake was there, standing in her yard, with his hands jammed in his pockets and his hair blowing across his forehead from the light breeze. Emma’s heart swelled with deep affection.
He hadn’t abandoned her at all.
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