Third Chance (6 page)

“If it weren’t, I would tell you.” He lifted her chin so she would meet his gaze. “I want truth and honesty between us. I wouldn’t hide something from you that could put your life in danger.”

Wanting to change the subject, Emma forced a smile. “You hungry?”

She could see that he wanted to continue their conversation, but he finally nodded. “Starving.”

“I have beef stew going in the Crock-Pot.” She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss that was all gentle lips and the promise of something more.

“Mmm, that sounds good. But it’s not what I’m starving for.” Before she could ask him what he was talking about, Ryan lifted the hem of Emma’s pretty white skirt and slowly traced his fingers up her thigh, leaving a delicious tingle in the wake of his touch. “Thought about you all day, couldn’t wait to get home to you. Love coming home to you, Emma. For a long time I haven’t had a home, just a place to crash, but with you here…it finally feels like the best place in the world. Like it’s where I belong.”

Emma’s nose burned at the absolute sincerity of Ryan’s words, but the arousal building from his touch, the need his gentle caress sparked within her was soon taking over her thoughts. God, he knew how to stroke her just right, paid attention to body, devoted himself to her pleasure. She’d had men worship her before, literally and figuratively, but never with this intensity. He looked at her as if she’d hung the moon and the stars, and she reveled in his attention.

His fingers whispered over the silk of her panties. “May I?”

“Pleasure me, Ryan.”

Chapter Four

Ryan fought the urge to rip Emma’s little scraps of panties off, to gain immediate access to the soft and wet flesh between her thighs, but he tempered himself. This wasn’t about him, this was about Emma, and he needed to give her some type of relief from her personal demons. She’d tried to hide it from him, but Emma’s agoraphobia was getting worse, and he didn’t know how to make things right. He hated the way she flinched when she walked past a window, how she was constantly on edge and scanning whatever room she was in as if her stalker would pop out from behind the curtains any second.

The need to help her burned in his gut, but he didn’t know how, and it was driving him bug-fuck.

Ryan brushed his thumb over Emma’s clit, hidden behind her panties, soaking in the little sounds of pleasure she made as he touched her. The scent of her arousal filled him as he moved between her thighs, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch. Emma devoted herself totally to the pleasure he gave her, and it was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen. Pink lips parted on a soft inhalation, blue eyes hazy with lust watching his every move, her full breasts straining against her shirt as her nipples peaked. Magnificent, and all his.

Looking at Emma right now, you would never know how much she’d been thrown off her stride by her stalker…if you didn’t notice the small things. Her blonde hair was piled atop her head in a messy, yet sexy bun, and she was as impeccably dressed as always, but her normally long nails had been either bitten or clipped super-short and her nail polish was chipped as well. Though she’d tried to hide it with makeup, she had dark circles under her eyes and Ryan knew Emma tossed and turned at night, in addition to having nightmares that would have her whimpering in her sleep. The only time she seemed to truly relax was when she was in the grips of passion, and he wanted to do everything he could to help her deal with this.

With a gentle touch, Ryan folded her skirt up her long, deliciously rounded thighs and up over her panties, exposing the white satin hiding her pretty pussy. For a moment he sat back on his heels, his shaft an iron bar in his pants, and just admired her. Most women would squirm beneath such scrutiny, but Emma merely settled back into the couch, a mysterious smile curving her pink lips while she let him visually worship her. There was no false coyness with her, no embarrassment over her body or self-consciousness. Emma was a beautiful woman, but her self-confidence made her irresistible. She was the kind of woman men dreamed of having, the kind of woman who would start wars for her favor, and she was all his.

Lifting her left leg he placed it over his shoulder, opening her farther to his hungry gaze. He leaned forward and brushed his lips over the damp softness of her panties and he smiled to himself, loving the scent of her arousal that was all for him. He spread her wider, then began to lick the edges of the silk where it met her legs, those tender inches of skin that made her shiver beneath his lips. His cock ached but he made no move to relieve himself, intent only on her pleasure. Through their physical connection he had the power to take her away from her worries, her stress, and that flat-out did it for him.

“Ryan,” she whispered before lightly raking her nails over his scalp. “Stop teasing.”

He glanced up at her, then slowly tugged her panties down her long legs, pausing to nip at the supple skin of her thighs. Fuck, she was so soft, so feminine. It drove him crazy and made the primal animal inside of him roar to life. It became harder and harder to not just plunge his tongue into her wetness, but he enjoyed the little sounds of pleasure she made as he kissed his way from her knee to her hip, over her pubic bone, then to her neatly trimmed blonde curls.

When Ryan opened Emma with his thumbs, a groan escaped him at how swollen she was, glistening with her arousal. The tip of her clit hadn’t emerged from the hood yet, so he needed to work her harder, take her higher, before he gave her nub any direct contact. Stiffening his tongue, he plunged it into her and got the thrill of her delicate inner muscles gripping him while she sighed and moaned, so totally sexy in her pleasure. His erection pressed against his pants and he knew from past experience that by the time Emma exploded, he’d only need to stroke his cock a few times before he joined her.

The taste of her filled his mouth and he grabbed her hips, holding her still so she could accept everything he had to offer. Ryan pulled back and began to place gentle, sucking kisses on Emma’s labia, taking that plump flesh between his teeth and applying a bit of pleasure. Her reaction was an immediate stiffening before she shoved her pussy against his face with a growl.

“Stop fucking around and eat me.”

He didn’t care if she saw his smug smile as he looked up at her, taking in the flush creeping down her neck to her chest, the way she fisted her hands into the throw pillows on either side of her. “Whatever my Mistress wishes.”

Blue flames shot through her gaze and he swore he felt the wave of power, command, and sexual aggression move through her. A moment later, her hands locked around his head as she pushed him to her sex, directing his mouth to her clit that was now peeking out, begging for his touch. The first lick he gave to that little bud had her leg tightening around his shoulder and when he began to suckle on it she undulated beneath him, totally shameless in her pursuit of an orgasm.

“That’s it…oh fuck…so good.”

All Ryan could do was groan in agreement, licking and sucking Emma until a little tremble went through her legs at each stroke of his tongue. His own arousal was teetering on out of control, but perversely enough, denying himself his natural instincts to bury himself in her warm, wet, perfect little pussy only made him harder. If he was being honest, giving control in the bedroom totally got him off, and he considered himself one lucky bastard to have such a magnificent woman to give that control to. Emma would never hurt him, would never be cruel and manipulative, would never use her power to harm him. Everything she did she did with both of their pleasure in mind. Her cry of relief soothed something deep in his soul as he slipped two fingers into her gripping channel and began to suck her clit in a hard rhythm.

He needed her to come,
now.

Fingerfucking Emma hard enough now to make her tits shake, Ryan tensed as much as she did right before she went over the edge. At the first sucking contraction of her climax around his fingers, he groaned while she cried out, rocking herself against his face while making the most delicious noises. They weren’t the forced cries of fake passion, but true, raw groans and whimpers that were as erotic as hell. Soon Emma’s shudders slowed, and Ryan responded by gentling his mouth and easing her down from her orgasm. She went utterly limp beneath him, trusting him to take care of her. That trust was the sweetest thing in the world, because he knew it was so hard for her to give in like this, to allow herself the luxury of letting someone take care of her for a change.

Ryan was the only one who got the privilege of seeing Emma with her defenses down.

With a last gentle kiss on her flushed labia, he leaned back on his heels and admired her. “Better?”

She didn’t even open her eyes, only smiled with lazy satisfaction. “Mmmm.”

He let her luxuriate in the bliss of her orgasm for a little while longer before joining her on the couch, then gathering her into his arms. “I love you so much, Emma.”

“Come here, Ryan.”

He immediately stood and bit back a growl when he noticed how her gaze went right to his pants. “Is that for me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Slip just your dick out of the fly of your pants, Ryan.”

Swallowing hard, he did as she commanded, hoping she didn’t notice the way his finger shook slightly. She got him so worked up that the level of his arousal was almost as intense as an orgasm. Over the past few weeks, Emma had shown him how amazing it could feel to submit to her and he craved that connection, that bond between them that was stronger than anything else he’d ever felt. Ryan’s cock jumped beneath her regard, then did it again as she slowly turned around on the couch until she was kneeling on the cushions with her legs parted wide and her elbows resting on the back.

Emma’s sex was hidden from his view by her long skirt, but when she looked over her shoulder at him then bit her lower lip, she began to slowly raise it. Though his instinct was to lunge at her and sink his erection in her warmth, he forced himself to stay in place while she teased him. A heavy drop of pre-come gleamed on the tip of his engorged dick when she finally revealed her cunt to him, all wet and pink. The taste of her still lingered on his tongue and he licked his lips, torn between the desire to eat her again and fuck her senseless.

“I want you to sink into me slowly, Ryan, just a little bit at a time.”

His feet had him across the room before his brain even fully finished processing her request. With a low groan rumbling deep in his chest, Ryan rubbed the sensitive head of his erection between Emma’s folds, lubricating himself and winning an involuntary wiggle of the hips from Emma. He sank the first inch of himself into her grasping sheath, a hard burn settling into the base of his spine with each bit of himself that he pressed into her, each contraction of her pussy that squeezed his dick.

Once he was seated all the way inside of her, caging her with his hands on the back of the couch over hers, Ryan pressed his lips to Emma’s temple and whispered, “Heaven.”

“You feel so good, but I want you to take me, hard.”

Ryan hesitated for a moment, afraid of hurting her in the grips of his lust, but she slipped her hand down between her legs, trailing a caress over his balls, then rubbing her clit. Lightning shot through his blood as she rocked back against him then his control snapped. After eating her to orgasm, the slow press into her body, and how fucking good her cunt felt wrapped around him he was already on the edge and feeling savage. He gripped her hips, pulled out until just his head stretched her, then slammed in deep.

Emma’s scream of pleasure made Ryan snarl and he gave into his need, his mind shutting down as his body and his instincts took over. Looking down, he watched his cock sticking out from his still-buttoned pants sliding into her, then pulling back out coated in her shiny cream. Fuck yeah, he was going to make her come all over his dick, soak him in her release. With this in mind, he set up a merciless rhythm, giving Emma exactly what she needed and how she wanted it. Following her physical cues was second nature to Ryan now, and when she tilted her hips back to take him even deeper he responded by burying himself in her and grinding hard, forcing her body to clench up around him to fight what had to be the sting of his dick pressing so far into her that she screamed. The need to climax shook Ryan and he tried so hard to hold back, but the grasping suck of Emma’s sheath was stealing his willpower.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted while rolling her hips in a circle. “Oh, fuck yes. Fill me up. Come for me.”

“Emma,” he whispered before leaning down so his chest was flush to her back, then reached under and helped her rub her little nub while he moved just an inch or two out before sliding right back in.

Emma’s body tensed beneath his, and Ryan held his breath when she bucked against him, her hiss of gratification going straight through him. She rode out her release beneath him, thrusting herself back and triggering his own release. Pleasure speared through his body and now it was his turn to cry out, to grind himself against her lush buttocks while he pinched her clit, startling a scream out of her and another ball-draining massage of her contracting pussy.

His orgasm seemed to go on and on as he emptied himself into her, loving how she now purred and rubbed against him, as affectionate as a kitten.

When Ryan could breathe enough to speak, he growled out, “Fucking magnificent.”

Emma laughed, her chest still heaving as she occasionally shivered. “Indeed.”

Moving slowly, Ryan gently pulled out, then went to get some baby wipes from a nearby drawer. He’d ended up putting a package of them in every room of the house, because Emma loved to fuck him whenever and wherever the urge struck her. Her spontaneity was awesome, but he hated having to trek across his big house and upstairs to get what he needed to care for her. This was another ritual in their relationship, an action of servitude that he loved to give to her. Caring for her made him happy. It was as simple as that, and more importantly, he knew it meant a lot to her as well.