Page 8 of Dark Time

I wanted to involve Emily in that, and I planned to tell her the news, but something still made me hesitate. I didn’t for a second believe she was involved in any trick now, but she was still a Thompson. A disowned one, but still. One of them might contact her, and she might let something slip…

Which was very disloyal of me, but finding out who she was, who she was related to, had really burned me. I didn’t doubt her, not really; it was her vicious troll of a brother who I didn’t trust.

I let him slip from my mind as I pulled into the parking garage and got my bags out of the trunk. I was tired, but not too tired. I couldn’t wait to see her face.

The elevator seemed to take forever to slide down to my level and then, on the way up, I nearly banged on the walls I was so impatient. That wouldn’t help it to go any faster, so I held back. It had been the longest month of my life, but it was done now, and a new part of my life was about to begin.

By the time I slid my key into the door and went into the hallway, I was ready for whatever she had to throw at me. I just didn’t know that something would be her.

“Dylan!” she screamed my name, and all I saw was a white blur and some sort of pink before she was in my arms, wrapped around me as she planted kisses all over me. I fell back against the door, a very happy man.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re here! Am I dreaming? Oh, please tell me this isn’t a dream.” She managed to get a few words in between her kisses, and I hugged her tight. She felt too good to let go.

“I’m really home, baby. Want to let me in so we can sit down?” She slid down and pulled me into the living room.

I could see now that she had on an oversized white hoodie and a tiny pair of pink shorts. Her skin was pale, but I liked that about her.

“I’m glad you’ve settled in.” It had been part of the contract.

“I basically lived here before, so it wasn’t a big deal. I’ve kept my own place, just because … well, I just need to know it’s there.”

She gave me a look that I took to mean ‘I hope you understand’, and I did. It was sensible. We made it into the living room, and she pushed me down on the couch.

“Now, do you want coffee, tea, or me, dear sir?” She gave me a wink and a grin that nearly made my pants spontaneously combust. I’d only just walked into the place, but already I could feel that constant, never-ending urge to have her beneath me take over my thoughts. It didn’t take much to do that when she was around.

I pulled her on top of me and laughed when she bounced a little. I teased at her lips with mine, and my hands cupped around her ass, just to tease her a little. I touched her softly at first, but I changed the pressure as her taste filled my senses. The sensation of having her on top of me, in my hands, made me as hard as a rock, with a deep need to bury that rock. With a low hum, I shifted my fingers to the edge of her shorts so that I could get my hands inside of them. “I was going to give you a surprise, but it can wait for a little while. I’ve missed the fuck out of you, Emily.”

I heard a hum of approval from her and pressed up into her. “I need you so much.”

I broke the kiss and licked my way down her neck. She inhaled sharply as my fingers pressed into her damp heat, and she leaned her head to the side to give me her neck. It was a submissive pose, one that opened her neck to danger, but my teeth would only nip at her skin, not pierce it. With a practiced move, I found the spot she loved to have sucked the most and gave it a quick nip before I closed my lips over it.

She groaned then, and that made cock twitch in my pants. This wasn’t going to last long at this rate, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t get enough of her, and she had obviously missed me as much as I missed her. Her hands rested on my shoulders, but they flexed over and over, as if to urge me on.

“You’re about to get all you can handle of me, Emily.” I pushed her down onto the couch, and she fell without a word of protest.

I whisked the tiny shorts from her body and had my face planted between her thighs in no time. I needed to have that taste on my tongue. I’d dreamed about it, I’d fantasized about it in lonely showers, and I needed it on my tongue now. My own pleasure could wait. For now, having her scent on my tongue as she rode my face was enough.

“Every single inch. After I make you come.” I breathed over her bare skin, and I felt her shiver around me.

With a gentle finger, I explored her before I opened her to my mouth. My tongue took the place of my finger, and her taste flooded my mouth. She tasted like the food of the gods, and I took a moment to enjoy the taste of her on my tongue. Like a fine wine, I let the flavor of my woman fill my head. Or I did until she protested by clamping her thighs around me head.

With a knowing chuckle, I slid a finger inside of her and looked up just in time to watch her reaction. She moved so sensually, from the way her back arched to the way her breasts pressed against the cotton of her top. Her head was tilted back, but I could see the way her tongue came out to wet dry lips and when her hands came up to cup her breasts. I’d taught her that, to be a woman, to take what she wanted, and to touch herself without shame. Her hands pushed the top out of her way, and I moaned in helpless pleasure as her fingers tweaked at her rigid nipples.

I wanted her, I had to have her, and soon I would. When she’d flooded my mouth with her juices and screamed my name, I’d give myself exactly what I wanted; those sweet clinging walls of her wrapped around my aching dick.

I licked at her clit exactly the way she liked, until her hips moved in time with my tongue. Her breathless pants became much quicker, and I knew she was close. Even with our nightly talks, the dirty chats, and the orgasms she’d brought herself to while I watched, we still needed this. To be able to touch each other.

When she made a surprised sound, a sound of wonder and relief, I let her flood my tongue and ride my face. I moaned against her slick flesh, ready to have her, fuck, so ready to have her.

She hadn’t completely come down yet, but I couldn’t wait any longer. As soon as she’d sighed in a certain way, the way she always did, and I knew she was almost done, I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me.

I slammed into her, hard, without mercy, her hips clamped in my hands. I fucked into her hard and fast without taking my eyes off of hers. The love in her eyes broke something in me, something I didn’t know was even there, until I saw that look.

“You are mine, Emily.” I felt her delightful grip at me, pull at me, and I wanted to stay inside of her forever. I moved, a deep thrust that made us both gasp, but I couldn’t stop the words that forced themselves out.

“I’m yours, baby. So fucking yours.” I pulled her up so that she could push down onto my dick while I impaled her from below.

“I’m yours, Dylan.” I saw the love in her eyes, only stronger. She gripped her walls around me and moved her hips in time with mine. “For eternity.”