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What I was trying to say was that I could see myself falling in love with someone like her. But she deserved more than some widowed, thirty-five-year-old man with two kids, and enough baggage to fill a warehouse. Emma deserved someone who was full of life, who could give her everything she ever wanted ,someone younger who wasn't afraid to try new things or enjoy new experiences. She deserved all of that and more, and I wasn't sure I could give her those things she deserved.
Emma was an amazing woman, inside and out, and I didn’t think I was anywhere good enough for her.
“What are you saying, Marcus?” she asked.
“What I'm saying is that – ” I sighed. “Emma, I only wish I was about ten years younger. ”
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me gently, stroking my cheek. “Well, I'm glad you're not,” she said. “Because I don't like men my own age. And according to my dad, you were an asshole in your youth, so maybe I like the older you better.”
Her mouth brushed my cheek, sending chills down my spine. She kissed my jaw and moved slowly down toward my neck.
“I just want to be sure I can give you what you deserve, Emma,” I muttered, feeling myself growing hard with each brush of her lips. “Because you deserve the world and I don't know that I'm the man who can give that to you.”
She grabbed my crotch and stroked me through my pants, smiling deviously up at me. “Oh, it feels like you can give me way more than I deserve,” she cooed.
With her hand on my erection, it was nearly impossible to say no.
“I want this,” she said to me, gripping me tightly. “I want you. I want your experience, I want you to teach me all that you know, and whatever comes from it, so be it. I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm asking you to trust me, to enjoy me, and to let me enjoy you. We can handle it, like adults, but please, Marcus, stop denying me what I want.”
With a plea like that, how could I resist?
I took her hand in mine and together, we walked toward my bedroom.
Chapter Thirteen
Emma had never been in my bedroom. There had never been a reason before now for her to see it. I had a king-sized bed that I used to share with my wife. Just looking at it with Emma pressed so closely to me, made my heart thump a little harder in my chest. I had to work hard to suppress the feelings of guilt that were threatening to bubble over inside of me.
I was a tidy person so my room was clean, the bed was made, and the linens were fresh. She seemed impressed as we stepped inside the large room. She looked around, seeming to be taking in every detail of my room as if she were entering some sacred shrine or something.
Off to the side was a door that led to a small balcony that overlooked my backyard, and hers as well. I walked over and drew the curtains, not wanting her father or anyone else to witness what I was about to do with her. She sat down on my bed and stared up at me with sweet, innocent blue eyes and a flirtatious smile upon her lips.
“Where should we start?” she asked me.
I'd never had a night of sex start off quite like that – with a question – but I knew she was a virgin, so all of this was new to her. I'd never been with a virgin before honestly, and I felt a little nervous about it. I'd never someone's first, not even the first girl I'd ever been with, and I wasn't sure what to expect. Not to mention, I surely didn't want to hurt Emma.
“Lie back,” I said. “Get comfortable.”
She did as I said, lying back and smiling up at me. She looked nervous, but I could see the absolute desire in her eyes. I fell to my knees on the floor in front of her and lifted up her dress until I could see her pink lacy panties underneath. I took a deep breath in, inhaled the scent of her, and savored it. When when I looked up at her again, it was with a broad smile on my face.
“I want to get you warmed up first,” I said, sliding her panties down her thighs and tossing them over my shoulder.
She nodded, biting her lip as she looked down at me, watching everything I did. Slowly, I moved toward her, settling between her thighs, and laid a soft kiss upon her sensitive lips. She was nervous and trembling, but I felt her body shudder beneath me as my tongue circled her clit. A soft groan escaped her as I pleasured her with my mouth, gently, slowly and with care.
She tasted so sweet as I plunged my tongue into her again and again, savoring her. I'd always enjoyed going down on a woman; everything about it was amazing to me. It had been so long, and God, I hadn't even realized that I'd missed the way a woman tasted, or the way they moved as I worked my tongue around their most sensitive parts, until I had Emma moaning and writhing beneath me.
I sucked on her clit, and she gasped, arching upward with her body.
“Too much?” I asked her.
“No, just right,” she said. “It just surprised me, that's all. It feels amazing.”
I went back to work, eating her delicious little pussy and relishing in her moans and shivers, enjoying every moment of bringing her pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “I think I'm – ”
And that was it.
She screamed out my name as her body rocked with pleasure. I kept my pace on her pussy, licking and sucking until her first orgasm eventually subsided. Hearing the sounds she made, the soft, sweet moans, caused my cock to grow even harder in my pants.
