Cafe in the Park (Siren Publishing Classic) (9 page)

He picked up the glasses. “Let’s go.”

She went with him, smiling at his enthusiasm.

The room he led her to was off the hall and cavernous. It was one of the rooms built into the rock. A whole wall was lovely gray stone. They seemed to descend into the room, but Emily didn’t know how that worked. She gasped with delight at the sunken pool where the big colorful fish swam.

Chris placed the glasses of orange juice on a coffee table and took her in his arms.

“You like this place.”

Emily nodded, gazing up into his blue eyes. “I do.”

He led her to the far end of the room. A glass door led to a balcony. Chris opened the door and took Emily out there.

“Wow, this side is quite high up, but how. I thought we’d gone down.”

“Both, partly under and into the rock, and then up again.”

His face so close to hers, the spell of sexual need wove around her.

She kissed him quickly.

He tightened his hold on her hands. He caught her to his body.

She clung to him.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her, lingering until she pressed against him. He whispered, “This is my sanctuary.”

His breath sent waves of sexual feeling from her ear to her nipples.

She nestled against him, craving the oblivion of his kiss and his hands on her body.

He nuzzled down her neck with soft wet kisses. He pulled the straps of her dress down her arms and reached the swell of her breasts with his lips.

Emily held his head to her breast as he moved the lace of her bra and began to suck on a nipple. The haze of sex weakened her and she sank against him to have his masculinity surround her. With each of his sucks on her nipples, her clit throbbed, her stomach tightened, and nothing in the world mattered other than being with him, surrendering to his hands and lips.

He ran his hands along her back and down to knead the softness at the top of her thighs.

He drew back to look at her. The low light on the balcony glimmered on his dark hair.

Emily saw the strange green light she’d seen before flicker in his eyes, and then they returned to their usual lovely blue.

His mouth descended on hers again and she lost all thought. His thumbs stroked her nipples. She pushed into his sexy touch, eager for more. She opened her mouth to his tongue and felt the tip tempt hers. It was electrifying. Just that small tease with the tip of his tongue made her throb between her legs. Her panties were wet through. She heard a low moan escape him. Raw desire coursed through her. She pushed his black T-shirt up his body to trace his muscles.

Chris helped her, pulling it off. He took her hands and put them on his chest as he kissed her again. “Touch me, everywhere. I’m yours. I need you, need your hands on me, need your kisses…so much.”

Emily let herself go. She kissed him hard, groaning every time her pussy throbbed for him. She scratched down his back, not meaning it to hurt, but her urgent need for his cock pounding into her and soothing the ache of need, drove her. She unbuckled his belt and yanked down the zip of his black jeans.

Chris held her head to his, kissing her, groaning, biting in gentle nips at her lips, and thrusting his tongue along hers.

The effect was devastatingly sexy.

Emily thrust her hips helplessly with every clench in her pussy. She grabbed his cock as she revealed it, broke from his kiss, and dropped to her knees. She sucked on his cock hungrily, kissed around the velvet head, sucked again.

Chris’s voice reached her through a blanket of pure lust.

“Emily.” He held handfuls of her hair and raised her up to stand before him. He turned her in his arms, and pulled the zip of her dress down. He unclasped her bra before he turned her again to push the dress and bra off her.

The night air brushed her sensitive nipples. A smell of spruce wafted in on the warm breeze from the huge tree nearby. She leaned back in Chris’s arms as he clasped her around the waist. His cock was hard against her soft ass. She pressed back on him. The idea she could bend, hold the balcony rail, and have him fuck her there, hard, fast, and hot, from behind, sent tremors down her lower stomach.

She turned her face for a kiss.

He held her throat with gentle teasing fingers and kissed her mouth.

Emily reached behind her and tried to ease his jeans further down his thighs. She whispered her need to him as he let her breathe. “Chris, fuck me now, here against the rail. I need you so badly I can’t take it anymore.”

He gasped against her lips. He let go of her, pulled her panties down to her knees, and kissed the curve of her hips.

Emily felt him tear his jeans down his thighs he was so close, and then he was bending her forward. He held her under her stomach with one hand and slid fingers into her pussy with the other.

The relief at having his fingers in her was overwhelming. Her breath left her in a whoosh. She pushed back on them with a deep sigh, but he was pulling out his fingers. It wrenched a groan of disappointment from her. His cock hovered at the entrance of her pussy, and then he was thrusting in. Delicious filling and stretching forced long appreciative moans from her. She needed release so badly she almost begged him to pound into her.

Chris reached down to press a fingertip on her clit as he thrust.

The sensation was exotic. Her legs were weak. Her cream ran down around the tops of her inner thighs. The breeze caressed her nipples. Low moans Chris uttered sent her reeling. She closed her eyes and let raw lust seep over her.

Chris thrust hard and fast, filling her pussy over and over, his fingertips pressing, pinching, and circling her clit.

The orgasm knocked the breath from her when it stormed through her. She already held the balcony rail, and now she hung onto it, her head thrown back as she gasped and moaned.

Chris grasped her hips. It lifted her to his orgasmic thrust. He groaned, too. Groaned and sighed and held her hard onto his cock.

He stilled and pulled her up to clasp her against his body. He kissed the back of her neck, nestled there before he whispered, “Emily, I’m falling in love with you.” He cupped a breast in his hand and tightened his arm that was around her waist.

Emily was awash with love and sex. The feel of his stomach muscles on her lower back, and the muscles in his arm around her was erotic. His cock pulsed in her pussy. She turned her face yearning for his kiss. “I’m falling in love with you, too.”

He pulled out of her with a slow, gentle slide, and brought her to face him.

His kiss sent her mind spinning it was so full of love. She’d never felt anything like it.

They held each other wrapped together in the satin night air.

Slowly, Chris brought his hands up to Emily’s face. He carefully looked into her eyes.
Does she mean it? I need her love so badly. I need my searing loneliness ended by this lovely woman. She’s everything I ever wanted.
“We should go inside.” He kissed her and moved away. His jeans were down around his knees, and he pulled them up in a deft move, then hurried to pick up Emily’s dress.

She’d pulled up her panties when he handed her the dress. Her affectionate smile tore at his emotions as she took the dress and stepped into it.

His heart was fit to explode with tenderness for her. He stepped close and lifted her hair to zip the dress for her. The nape of her neck irresistible, he nuzzled there and felt goose bumps rise against his lips. He let her hair slip through his fingers to feel the softness.

Emily turned to him.

Chris caught her hands in his and brought them to his chest.

She smiled. “Your heart is beating so fast. Are you okay?”

He grinned. “Your heart’s beating fast, too. I think we should go in, drink the orange juice, and snuggle up. It’s got to be nearly two in the morning. You must have been up early for work. Are you tired?”

Emily shook her head. “No, not tired, happy.” She leaned her head on his chest.

Chris gently covered her head with his hands. “You are tired.”

He picked her up to take her inside. He kissed the tip of her nose as she gazed up at him and slid her arms around his neck.

“I could get used to being taken care of like this.” Her voice a whisper, she tilted her face to kiss his mouth.

Chris was already captivated, so her words lit him. A burst of happiness filled him. This was exactly what he wanted, needed in fact. He’d finally found her, the one he’d been searching for. He carried her inside and down to the leather sofa that bordered the sunken pool.

He sat down and brought her with him onto his knee.

Emily snuggled against him. “Tell me about this house, Chris. Did you get it built? Who designed it?”

Chris started to tell her things. He’d designed the house and had it built. They talked quietly to each other, sharing information that would bind them together, all the time stroking each other, an arm, a cheek. They kissed each other, and Chris relaxed into the bubble of tenderness that surrounded them.

Emily fell asleep, resting on his chest. Chris laid his head on the sofa back and closed his eyes. Nothing could beat this.

The night air coming in from the balcony window woke Chris. It smelt distinctively of rain. He stroked Emily’s hair and lifted her head gently with a finger under her jaw. She woke as he kissed her softly.

“Emily, let’s go to bed.”

She stirred. “Okay. Can I use the bathroom?”

Chris nodded. “Of course, and there’s stuff in there. Just use what you need.”

She clambered off his knee, grinning. “Stuff?”

He smiled and pushed her up onto her feet. “Toothpaste and such.” He leapt up beside her and took her hand. His bedroom was on the next floor and had its own bathroom, but he stopped at one of the guest bedrooms and showed her into the bathroom there. “My room is along the hall from this one. I’ll leave the door open for you.” He left her then and ran down to the kitchen. He grabbed two bottles of spring water from the fridge and sprinted up to his bedroom.

He dropped the water on the chest by the bed and hurtled into the en suite. In less than two minutes, he was back, showered, with a towel around his waist and his hair dripping. Emily still wasn’t in his bedroom, and he rubbed at his hair. He ran his fingers through it, then took his towel back into his bathroom. He figured it was nearly four in the morning and he wasn’t tired, but he wanted a few hours cuddling Emily in his usually solitary bed.

He took a drink of water before checking the time on his cell phone.

Emily popped her head around the bedroom door. “I just had to shower quickly.” She smiled as she walked to him wrapped in a towel, her damp hair squeezed and wound in a coil down one shoulder.

Chris went to her, took off the towel, and threw it on a chair near the wardrobe. He kissed her. “You’re minty,” he whispered.

“So are you,” she whispered back, before he took her hand and led her to bed.

“You don’t have to work tomorrow, do you?” He cuddled her against his body.

“No, it’s Saturday. What about you?” She trailed her fingertips over his stomach.

His muscles clenched from the touch. His cock jerked. He remembered his daydream where her delicate fingers stroked and grasped. His eyes closed as she circled the head of his cock. His erection filled out. Pictures of pumping into her wet pussy filled his head.

She stroked the hard length of his cock. “Chris.” She murmured against his jaw and she placed wet kisses along his neck.

The invitation in her tone intoxicated him. He ran his hand over her breasts, her hip, and her thigh. The softness of her skin beckoned for more stroking, for licking. His breathing quickened when he pushed his hand between her legs and she opened to his touch. His fingers encountered the soft folds and lips of her pussy, already wet for him. A sigh escaped him and he lifted her onto his body. He could finger her and kiss her at the same time as she lay over him. A melting feeling crept up his thighs, into his balls and lower stomach. With her tongue in his mouth, and his fingers in her pussy, his low growl of lust escaped before he knew it. He took hold of her, picked her up, and sat her down on his cock.

She enveloped him, squeezed his cock with her inner muscles, held the V of his hips, and started to rock.

Chris enjoyed the sway of her breasts through half-closed eyes. He savored the sight of her rocking on his body. His orgasm teased at him as she lifted and dropped onto his leaking cock. He wanted to watch her. She was beautiful. Her sex scented the air with lust. She circled her hips as she thrust on him. He actually felt her orgasm on his cock, waves and waves of pulsing and squeezing, and he grabbed her hands as she held them out to him. Their fingers locked together as she sighed with pleasure.

When he knew she’d finished, he held her and rolled with her to have her under him. His orgasm burned through him after only the second long slow thrust in her tight, wet pussy. He groaned into her shoulder as his hips bucked and thrust with aftershocks.

Dawn streamed across the sky as he pulled out of her and dragged her possessively against him.