Closer (11 page)

“Michael,” she whispered into the air. “I’ve never needed anyone this way, and I’m scared,” she professed.

That was all Michael needed to hear. He picked her up and said, “Wrap your legs around my waist.” She did and was carried to the bed. He laid her tenderly upon the mattress. He reached down, unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled them off of her body. “Sit up and raise your arms,” he ordered so he could remove her shirt.

She did and then she reached behind her back, and removed her bra pulling it slowly off of her body, teasing him. He groaned and pushed her shoulders back until she was lying on the bed again. He stood to take in his beautiful Emma. He gazed deeply into her bright, electric blue eyes hoping to convey the depth of the feelings he concealed. He reached for the bottom of his Henley and pulled it over his head. Emma stared, blushing at the thought of what might happen. He removed his pants and underwear with one move, stepping out of the pool of clothing at the bottom of his feet. He grabbed a condom from his wallet which laid on the armoire. Stalking her like a predator, he kneeled onto the bed. He began stroking her calf with his rough fingers, his eyes perusing his way up her leg. He crept closer to her sex. He traced the outline of her panties, sliding his finger just inside the lace. She moaned and arched under his touch as he brushed closer to her nub. She gasped when he suddenly tore the panties from her body and brought them to his nose, inhaling her scent deeply into her lungs. When he got his fill, he tossed her panties into the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and pushed her legs apart, never breaking eye contact. He watched her through hooded eyes as he lowered himself to her core.

Parting her folds with his fingers, he startled her when he licked his way slowly from the bottom of her clit to the top. He slid a finger inside her dripping wet core. His erection grew even bigger at the feel of her arousal. He continued circling and licking her clit applying pressure while he slide another finger inside her tight walls. He moved his fingers out slowly and then pushed them back into her again while he suckled on her clit. Arching her back off of the bed, she pushed herself closer to his mouth.
Didn’t she dream of this happening?
She wrapped her hands in his soft, curly hair, pulling his mouth closer to her clit. She moved his head with her hands directing his tongue where to go. She felt powerful, a heady mix of sensations she had never experienced before. This man was worshipping her. At that thought, she felt herself climbing higher and higher until she was at her peak. But before she could climax, he stopped. She moaned with the withdrawal of his fingers.

“We come together, Baby,” he spoke in a husky voice.

He grabbed the condom from where he had laid it on the bed and ripped open the foil package. He unrolled it over his hard cock. He climbed atop her and braced himself with his forearms against the mattress to keep from crushing her and so that he could look directly into her bright blue eyes. He was taken aback by the desire and passion he saw reflected back at him. He had to make it clear to her that she wasn’t just another woman to him. He had to make it clear—she was it for him.

“When I enter you, you’re mine,” he challenged. “That’s it. There’s no turning back. Do you understand? You’re mine.”

“I’m already yours, Michael. Please,” she begged him.

She wanted to feel his body flush against hers. She wanted to give his hard muscles a soft place to rest. She pulled him down onto her so there was nothing separating them, not even air. She couldn’t get close enough to him. She reached up and grabbed his ass trying to pull him closer. He just stared at her. He moved and placed his cock at her entrance. He started to push himself inside of her and she gasped at how large he was. He stretched her walls to the limit. He moaned at how tight she was as he sheathed himself with her. He paused allowing her body to acclimate to his size. She was having none of it. She titled and angled her hips to allow him to fully penetrate her. He was as deep as he could go, fully sheathed. She could feel his balls against her ass. He pulled out and slowly drove into her again and again. Her hands caressed the muscles on his back. She ran her fingernails down his muscles tracing each hard sinew. Cupping his ass, she licked and sucked at his neck. He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her.

“Michael please,” she begged. “I need you harder.”

He pulled himself all but out of her and then slammed into her with a force she felt at the very root of her being. He continued his onslaught into her, slamming and thrusting, driving her higher and higher. She tilted and rocked her hips, rubbing her clit against his pelvis in time with his thrusts.

“Please don’t stop,” she begged.

He was breathing hard against her neck as he slammed into her again and again. The man was pushing her higher than she had ever known. With the last thrust, she reached the pinnacle of pleasure, her body bursting into white stars behind her closed eyes as she melted into the mattress. She screamed his name. He felt her tighten and convulse around his cock and knew she had found her release. He was holding on for his life to make sure he pleasured her so that with one more push, he found his own release in her. She felt his body tense. He moaned her name and dropped his full weight onto her. She continued to caress his back as he came back down from the highest point of his life. Once would not be enough with Emma. Forever would not be enough with Emma.
What was he going to do?
He quickly got up and disposed of the condom. He returned to the bed. He scooted her up so her head was resting against his sweaty chest.

“That was amazing, Emma,” he said as he ran his fingers lazily up and down her arm and that was the last thing he remembered.

∞

He awoke rested and in awe of the woman in his arms. He gently kissed her forehead, and she opened her sleepy eyes. Their eyes met and his light golden eyes expressed his gratitude for her. She smiled up at him and kissed his lips. He wrapped his hand in her hair and brought her mouth closer to his. He deepened the kiss.

Before long, she pulled back and said, “I need to get a shower.”

“I’ll join you. I need one too,” he bantered smiling down at her.

She removed her leg from his and got up, feeling vulnerable. Starting to cover herself up again, she remembered how he called her beautiful and looked at him. It was as though he could read her mind.

“You are honestly beautiful, Emma. I could look at you all day long,” he smiled as she walked to her duffle bag to get her toiletries. “And that ass. The things I want to do with that fine, luscious ass of yours,” he growled in a rough voice.

Maybe she should be afraid, but she wasn’t. The truth was, she wanted anything he had to give her.

He laid in bed and thought about how lucky he was to have found such an amazingly smart, beautiful, courageous woman. She was willing to use herself as bait to catch a terrorist. What other woman had ever trusted in Michael so completely that she would be willing to put her life in his hands? He would value her gift to him as long as he lived. He was going to enjoy Emma with every breath he took. He didn’t know how he was going to convince her but she was it for him. He told her she was his but, for a moment he worried maybe she didn’t take him seriously because they were lost in each other.

Michael felt what it was like to be inside her warm, wet body and knew he had to do it again. He waited until he heard the shower running before getting out of bed. He pushed open the bathroom door and steam billowed out into the small hallway of the hotel room. He pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower. She was lathering up her hair so he took full advantage of her exposed breasts. He bent over and suckled her taut nipple into his mouth gently nipping and tugging at it. His hands roamed the expanse of her body, down her arms, over her stomach, over her ass, cupping and squeezing as he went. He moved to her other breast paying it the same respect. He ran his hand up between her legs and cupped her sex pressing his finger in slow circles against her clit. When she finished rinsing her hair, she splayed her fingers over his broad shoulder muscles. She bent forward and licked the droplets of water from his chest. She bit his erect nipples and swirled her tongue around them. Michael rumbled his satisfaction. She licked her way down onto her knees, the water running in rivulets down Michael’s body. She grabbed his hard, velvety cock in her hands, and he locked eyes with her. She watched him watch her as she slowly brought his cock to her lips. She teased him by licking the velvety tip with her tongue and running his head over her wet lips. She flicked the sensitive underside of his head with her tongue. He watched her as his cock disappeared into her mouth. She pulled long and hard with her mouth using her hand to follow it up. She opened her throat taking him deep inside. He had to control himself and think of anything but what Emma was doing to him or he would come in her mouth. It felt breathtaking when she opened her throat and suckled him. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she continued sucking and pulsing his cock with her mouth and hand.

“Fuck. Emma, Baby, you have to stop. I am going to come in your mouth, and I want you with me when I come,” he told her as he tugged her up.

With one step, he pushed her up against the shower wall, hot water falling down around them. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he commanded as he lifted her into the air. He brought her down and impaled her with his cock. To his surprise, she was ready for him. He slid the entire way inside her going as deep as possible. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist digging her heals into is ass urging him to go deeper. He moved himself in and out of her at a quick pace. He thrust into her again and again. She was meeting his thrusts with an angle of her own. She moved her arms around his neck and held on as he pushed her to the brink.

“Fuck,” she screamed. He smiled. It did something to him to hear dirty words come out of her beautiful pouty mouth. It took all of his willpower to keep from coming.

“Talk dirty to me,” he demanded.

At his words, she went into her head again. She didn’t know what to say. She had never spoken naughty words before, let alone to a man. “You make me feel good,” she said as she felt her face heat.

“Say something a little more dirty to me, Emma. Tell me how I feel inside you,” Michael cajoled.

This time her body was kicking in. How did he feel inside her? How could she answer that question and give him what he wanted? “Your penis feels very good inside of my vagina,” she said with the same amount of trepidation and the same heating of her face.

His rhythm was increasing. He was pulling her out of her head and back into her body. “Tell me. Use dirty words, Emma. It does something to me to hear dirty words come out of that perfect, pouty mouth of yours,” Michael demanded as he pumped with more force than before.

She knew what he wanted, she just had to say it. She mustered up the courage and told him how she really felt, “Your cock feels exceptional inside my pussy.” The bands on her soul finally released as the naughty words left her mouth.

Hearing the nasty words come from her mouth while they were having sex was more than he could take. “Come with me,” he commanded as he drove into her harder and faster.

“I’m there,” she yelled as she shattered into a million tiny pieces pulsating around his cock. He drove into her one last time and his body went rigid with his orgasm.

“Fuck, Emma,” he growled as he found his own release. He kept her pinned against the wall afraid his own legs would give out as he came back down from his high.

He lowered her legs to the floor keeping his hands on her waist to make sure she could stand. He brought his lips to hers and kissed her passionately. He conveyed all the emotion he was feeling for her in that one kiss. She must have felt it too, because she was kissing him back as good as she got. He swallowed her moan thinking about how he could never let her go. Since he met her, he could sleep, three nights now with no nightmares. A life without her was not possible for him. She soothed his soul.

“Emma,” he said her name like a prayer, “I need you to know that I will never, ever let anything happen to you again. I fucked up with Ingrams, but I swear on my life from this point forward, you do not need to worry. They will have to kill me before getting to you,” he continued as he cupped her face in his hands.

She locked onto his eyes feeling the sincerity of his words in her heart. “I believe you,” she said, staring up at him with her sad blue eyes.

She knew he would protect her, but what about after she was out of danger? She got the feeling he lived for danger—he was an adrenaline junkie. What about after her life went back to normal, would he still call her his?

He stood outside of the shower naked, waiting on her with a towel. She stepped outside and he took his time drying her off. “You must be starved,” he said as he dried her feet.

“I could definitely eat,” she responded with a smile as she shook off the melancholy from a few moments earlier.

She thought she should be concentrating on staying alive and free, not whether Michael would want her after she was safe. She needed to be safe in order for them to even have a chance.

They dressed in easy silence. She was beginning to feel less and less vulnerable around Michael. “I’m beginning to feel,” she thought. Why didn’t she notice that before? Feelings were always fleeting for her and she never focused on how she felt, instead focusing on what she thought. Feelings were always a mystery to her. When she heard others talk about their feelings, she never could quite understand what they meant, but she was beginning to get the picture now. Michael was causing her to feel all sorts of ways: afraid, vulnerable, cherished, happy. He was bringing her out of her head. She couldn’t believe it took having a man in her life before she could get in touch with this part of herself.

“Ready to eat,” Michael asked walking to the door.