She claps excitedly, and my heart thumps in the way only Emma can make it do.
“This is going to be good.”
As soon as she closes her eyes, I wave my hand in front of her face to make sure she’s not peeking.
“I’m going to open the door. Grab both my hands, and I’ll lead the way.”
Emma slowly takes two steps down, and we walk along a short path to the old shed I hadn’t bothered to touch up until almost two months ago.
“You can open your eyes now,” I whisper into her ear, and her body shivers as it always does when I kiss the sensitive spot on her neck.
“You repainted the shed and added some new doors.” Emma nods. “I like the color.”
“Does the color look familiar?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know, it’s just a light blue…” I wait for her to say it. “My eyes.”
“Yeah, it’s been my favorite color for a while now, but that’s not the only surprise. Why don’t you open those doors?” The white wooden and glass doors are currently covered by temporary dark curtains, hiding the surprise inside.
Emma slowly turns the silver knob and gasps upon seeing the walls.
My heart thumps again, and my body stiffens, hoping her gasp is a good sign because right now she has her back to me and I can’t fucking tell what she’s thinking. The place isn’t fully done, it still needs to be decorated and painted, but I wanted to leave that up to her.
She spins around with tears in her eyes, her mouth wide open. “The bookshelves.” She points to the back and side walls, where I hired people to install multiple shelves, leaving space for natural light to come in through the windows I had installed.
“It’s a library,” I tell her, and watch her reaction carefully. The last time I showed her something I’d bought for her, she kind of freaked out. I don’t blame her—I was pissing my pants just showing her the property in Manhattan, but she ended up falling in love with it, and I hope she warms up to the idea of this, too.
Emma laughs. “You’re making me a library?”
“Yes,” I state simply, as if it’s no big deal. To me, it’s a symbol of making one of her fantasies come to life, a nonsexual one that is. It’s me keeping my promise to the woman I love.
“You mean to tell me that you’re going to make me a full-on library that I can come into whenever I want?” Her eyes remain wide.
I try not to grin and fail miserably. “It’ll be a library, and I was thinking of adding a small desk or a large chair for when you need some alone time to write or do whatever. I know how much you miss the one at your parents’ townhouse, and I know I can’t beat that, but you can bring the first editions here if you want to. I’m leaving the colors and decorations up to you?—”
Emma’s arms wrap around my neck as she pulls me down for a hungry kiss, shutting me up. I’ve never babbled until her, and she knows exactly how to make me relax, the same way I do her. She moans into my mouth, and I groan at her eagerness. She pushes me against a wall, more aggressive than usual, not that I mind. I tug her front against my cock, which has been waitingfor her since she couldn’t have phone sex last night, and since she stepped out of her parents’ place in tight jeans and a tight shirt, showing the curve of her perky tits.
Emma yanks my arms off her and quickly removes my belt, then drops to her knees.
She looks so fucking beautiful on her knees for me.
I lift her chin with one finger. “Does this mean that you like it?”
Emma continues eagerly unbuttoning my pants. “This is every reader’s fantasy, Grayson.” My hard dick springs free as she licks the shaft, and I throw my head back at the feeling of her soft tongue around my cock. “So, yes.” She takes me all the way in, making me curse, and sucks twice before pulling her head back. “I like it.”
Her head bobs on my dick as I lay a hand on her head, not pushing her farther because she’s doing everything right as always. Then she cups my balls and massages them, making me fucking whimper as I do for her and only her. Emma repeats the movement, and I whimper again. She loves it when I make those sounds, and she knows that I’m at her mercy and always will be.
Emma moves her head faster and moans around me. The feeling shoots straight to my dick and balls, making me stiffen.
“Oh fuck, Emma. I’m coming,” I breathe out. My balls tighten before I take over and fuck her mouth, coming with a loud moan. My vision goes black at the intensity of saving my cum for her for the past twenty-four hours. My ears ring next, and Emma, being the amazing woman she is, swallows every drop of me.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I look down at my girl, who pumps me one more time, licking the last bead of my release. “What do I get when I buy us a house with a library?” I half joke.
She tilts her head to the side and considers. “Player’s choice.”
I smile and drag her up. Emma isn’t the least bit fazed talking about our future, and neither am I, because I know that there is an amazing one waiting for us.
“There’s one more thing,” I tell her.
