Page 55 of Not Falling for the Forward
“I don’t entertain a lot anymore, no.” I answer honestly, “But I love music, and it sounds best on good speakers.” I smile at her and take a drink from my glass as I sit down next to her.
“That’s a rather large pour, Mr Cartwright,” she notes as she sips her own drink. “How are you planning on getting me home if my lift is drunk? Or is that the plan, are we getting drunk tonight?” She teases.
“Do you want to?” I ask. Remembering how funny drunk Emily is, I absolutely want to get drunk with her.
“Do you want me to?” She echoes, voice an octave lower. My eyes shoot up to meet hers and the air feels thicker.
“I don’t want you drunk tonight, no.”
“Why not?” She asks, eyes locked with mine.
“Because then it would feel wrong when I do this.” I discard my wine, lean all the way in to her and grip the back of her neck with my right hand, and lift her chin with my left, trapping her there. One kiss won’t hurt.
When my lips meet hers, she lets out a groan and her mouth opens for me. That noise travels all the way to my cock, hardening it in my pants. When her tongue meets mine, I almost explode at the taste of her.
Her hands come to the back of my and head to pull me closer. I let my own hands travel down her body, through all that delicately soft hair. They land on her hips, my favourite place to rest them, and I grip her tightly.These fucking hips.They’re enough to bring me tomy knees, the perfect amount of natural curve that is solid enough to anchor her when I finally get to take her how I want her.
She either climbs on to my lap to straddle me, or I lift her there, probably both. Her dress bunches up around her hips, and I can see the pale skin of the tops of her thighs. I let myself stroke the soft skin of one of them, but no higher.
She sits herself fully on my lap and I feel her start to grind on my very hard cock. Giving herself what she needs. What I need. I lift her slightly getting her in a better position so I can circle her pussy on the length straining in my pants. “Fuck yes, Jack,” she whimpers as I guide her to rub against me.
I release one of my hands from her hip and fist her hair, pulling her head back so I can get to her neck. I kiss my way down to her chest and my gaze lands on her tits in her dress. That fucking dress that has been killing me all night. It’s magnificent on her, it hugs her body perfectly and sits low enough on her tits to be enticing without being vulgar.
I work my way down her chest kissing and sucking her skin until I make it to the top of her breast. “These have been driving me crazy all night,” I say as I suck and nip at the exposed skin. Emily groans and continues to shift her hips against me. “Did you wear this on purpose to drive me mad?”
“Yes,” she says on a gasp.
“Having these perfect tits on display for me all night, Emily. Just begging me to suck them.”
“Yes.” She groans as I kiss my way down her body.
“Trying to get me wound up enough to fuck you?” I growl as I grab one of her breasts and squeeze through the fabric of her dress.
“Yes.”
I growl again in frustration. The need to be inside her is overwhelming, but I promised myself we would take it slow. I kiss back upto her throat and to her lips, slower this time. “Shame we’re not doing that yet, isn’t it, princess,” I say and lean back, breaking the contact of our mouths. I stop my thrusting and bring my hands to Emily’s hips to stop her.
Fuck, she looks good. Her hair is messy from my fingers and a blush decorates her skin from her face down to where my mouth was just on her chest. Her lips are wet and swollen from my kisses and the sight reminds me of when my dick made them like that, all those weeks ago.
“Jack,” she whimpers, gripping my shirt trying to pull me back up. I resist, knowing if I get up now and we continue, I won’t stop until she’s screaming my name.
Disappointment creases her brows, and she no longer meets my eyes as she starts to get off me.
I grab her wrist to stop her, but she is persistent. “Em,” I say as I pull her back to me, forcing her to look at me. Silver lines her eyes, like she’s holding back tears. My heart sinks into my stomach. “Shit, Em, did I go too far?” I ask, my hands cradling her face. My fucking lust for this woman is going to get me in trouble. I thought she was enjoying it.
“Ha.” She half laughs, half sobs at me, looking down. “No, Jack, you didn’t.”
“Then what?”
“Why don’t you want me?” she whispers. I almost lose my bottom jaw it drops so far in shock.
“Don’t want you?” I ask dumb founded. “Em, does this feel like I don’t want you?” I ask as I grind my still hard dick into her making us both wince.
“Then why stop?”
“I thought I was doing the right thing. Wait, get to know each other. Make sure you don’t feel like one of my past flings that I just use for the night.” I shrug, her past words still stinging.
“Have you asked me how I feel, Jack?” Fair enough, I haven’t.
