Page 39 of An Impossible Love
“There just seemed to be blood everywhere, like it was raining. Zach… he dropped. He’d taken a bullet straight to the chest. My driver screamed off, and I couldn’t see what was happening after that. I’m so sorry, Emmy.”
Even after all these months, it hurt like hell. Emmy closed her eyes, willing the tears to stay back. Her Zach, her best friend, her love. Gone, ended, stopped—just like that. Suddenly the loss of Zach along with the residue of shock from her attack began to weigh down on her, and Emmy excused herself.
She went back to her cabin and curled up on the bed, finally letting the tears come. She didn’t notice the passing of time until she felt two strong arms slide around her, and she was drawn close to Orin’s chest.
“Kevin told me what you talked about, and he was worried he’d upset you.” Orin murmured against her temple. Emmy closed her eyes and let herself be held. Right now, he wasn’t the president—he was a man who had come to comfort his lover. She tilted her face up to his and felt his lips against hers, gentle and loving.
They kissed until they were breathless then Emmy reached down and pulled her T-shirt up over her head. Orin’s eyes searched hers. “You’re sure?”
She nodded. “I need you, Orin, please.”
Orin kissed her again, unbuttoning his own shirt, and then they were stripping each other quickly. Orin lifted her legs over his shoulders. “I want to taste you, pretty girl.”
He buried his face in her sex, and Emmy moaned as his tongue lashed around her clit, teasing it, making it rock hard and uber-sensitive. “Orin, I want to taste you, too.”
Orin turned his body so she could take his cock into her mouth as he continued to pleasure her. Emmy slid her tongue down the silky shaft, feeling how hard the muscle underneath it was, how it quivered as she caressed and sucked on him. She loved his salty skin, the way his cock shuddered when her tongue teased the sensitive tip.
With one hand, Orin was teasing her nipples, each in turn, until they were rock hard; with the other, he slid two fingers in and out of her sopping wet cunt until she was bucking against him, coming hard as his cock pumped thick creamy cum onto her tongue.
Emmy swallowed his seed as Orin righted himself and kissed her, his hands pinning hers to the bed. “Christ, Emerson Sati, I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you…”
Emmy rolled a condom down his cock, quickly, urgently, needing him to be inside her, and when Orin thrust into her, hard, she cried out in ecstasy.
Their gazes met and held as they made love, Orin slamming his hips against hers, Emmy tilting upwards to take him in deeper. His lips were rough against hers, his hands clasped almost painfully on hers.
Emmy came again, explosively, her back arching up as the sweet release overwhelmed her. “Oh, God, Orin… Orin, don’t ever stop…”
Orin groaned, burying his face in her neck as he too reached his peak, then they collapsed together, panting for air.
For a brief moment, Emmy felt as if she were in someone else’s body, but as Orin excused himself to use the bathroom and then came back, she smiled up at him and held out her arms. He went into them, kissing and smoothing the damp strands of her hair that were stuck to her forehead away from her face. “Have I told you how Goddamn beautiful you are?”
She grinned. “Not too shoddy yourself, Mr. President.”
Orin chuckled. “Emmy… you should know. I’m in this. You and I.Us. We need to make this work; we have to do whatever it takes.” His lips brushed along her jawline. “I tried to put you out of my mind, knowing it would be almost impossible, but it didn’t work.”
“I heard you had a hot date at the White House.” She grinned at him to make sure he knew she was fine with it.
Orin nodded. “And she was a delightful woman. But she wasn’tyou.”
Emmy flushed with pleasure. “I have to warn you… I’m far from perfect.”
“Who is perfect? And how dull would that be?” He drew her close, and Emmy rested her head on his chest. God, he smelled good, like soap and clean laundry. She ran her hand over his flat stomach, feeling it quiver under her touch.
“How are we going to do this? I mean, here at Camp David, it seems pretty easy, but when we’re back at the White House, it’s going to be more difficult.”
“We’ll make it work. You’d be surprised what we can do.” Orin grinned at her and then sighed happily as her hand snaked down to stroke his cock. “Emmy… you realize I’m insanely crazy about you, right?”
Emmy grinned at him, then straddled him, moving the tip of his cock against her wet sex. “Right back at you, Commander.”
His cock was straining to be inside her then, and she guided him back inside, riding him slowly at first then as their passion ignited, harder and faster until they were both crying out, and laughing.
