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Emily
Icome to with a grin on my face, my body feeling relaxed. The first thing I see when I open my eyes is Josh’s smiling, if not strained, face looking down at me.
“Welcome back, Em.”
“Ah, thanks?” I have no idea what I’m meant to say. But waking up with Josh hovering above me, this is something I could get used to. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull his mouth down to mine. He doesn’t exactly put up any resistance. His tongue invades my mouth, and the taste of me on him is overwhelming, arousing. I never thought I’d like my own taste, but tasting it on Josh’s tongue is on another level.
“Mmm.” The moan slips from me. My hips move underneath him. I can feel his thick head waiting at my entrance. What’s he waiting for? Why is he holding back? Tilting my hips, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him into me.
His cock stretches the walls of my pussy, the slight sting settling as soon as he’s buried all the way in. Josh lifts his head, pulling away from my mouth.
“Fuck, Em, your pussy is the best thing in the fucking world. So warm and wet. The perfect place for my cock to be, really. He should live here forever.”
I laugh as Josh leans back in and claims my mouth. No, he doesn’t just claim my mouth. He claims all of me. My heart, my soul. He doesn’t know that every fibre of my being has always been and always will belong to him and only him. Even when I tried dating other men, it was always him my heart belonged to.
Josh starts to pump in and out of me slowly, ever so slowly. It feels amazing. I can feel his love through his soft, deliberate movements. His frenzied kiss slows, and everything else slows down with it. It’s just him and me. Nothing else matters in this moment. It consumes me, this love I have for him, and if I let it, it will take over. I’ll go back to being the woman who blindly follows a man. I can’t let myself become her again.
Shaking the gloomy thoughts from my mind, I pull myself back into the moment. I let my hands travel up and under Josh’s shirt, the feel of his hard abs beneath my palms. Snaking my hands around his back, I hug him closer to me. I want him closer. Always.
I let myself enjoy this moment. My eyes focus on the fairy lights above and I’m taken back to the first time we made love like this. Even if I had known I’d wake up alone, I still would have spent the night with him. If I’m honest with myself, I would have followed him anywhere that night. I still would...
* * *
Lying herein Josh’s arms, my head resting on his chest while looking up at the stars, I feel peace like I haven’t for a very long time. I also feel dread. This sensation is too good to be true. I know it’s going to come crashing down around my feet soon. I just don’t know when.
My eyes are getting droopy, but I’m too afraid to let myself fall asleep.
“Josh?”
“Yeah, babe?” He leans down and kisses my forehead. Damn it, why does this little gesture make me want to cry? Happy tears, tears of relief.
“You’re going to be here when I wake up, right?” I know I sound like a desperate, whiney, stage-five clinger. But I need to know. I’m going out of my freaking mind.
Josh puts his fingers under my chin, tilting my head up until my watery eyes meet his concerned ones. “There is nowhere else I’m going to be. I promise, Emmy, when you wake up, I’ll be right here. Holding you. Probably watching you sleep like the creeper I am.” He smirks before leaning down and gently kissing my lips.
“Thank you.” I settle my head back on his chest and let my eyes fall closed.
“No need to thank me, babe. It’s not exactly a hardship holding you in my arms. I love you, Em.”
“I know,” I reply.
“I know too,” Josh says back. It should be easier for me to tell him I love him. I’ve said the words before; he must know that I do. Yet, something holds me back from uttering the phrase.
* * *
“Emmy,get up. Come on. Put this on.” I’m jolted awake to Josh’s panicked voice. He’s standing above me, holding out my dress he discarded last night.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, taking the dress and doing my best not to let panic overtake me. Jesus, if Josh looks this panicked… whatever it is, it must be bad.
“Come on, follow me. Do not let go of my hand, unless I tell you to run. If I tell you to run, you fucking run, Emmy.” And I’m officially freaked the hell out. I take his hand, silently following him.
The sun has barely risen, and fog fills the rooftop. Josh swipes up his wallet and both of our phones from the bench. Turning, he tucks my phone down the front of my dress, resting it between my cleavage.
“If anything happens, call Sam or Dean. I’ve programmed both numbers into your contacts.” He turns and starts pulling me towards the opposite side of the rooftop. The door he’s leading us to is not the one we came through last night.
“Josh, you’re scaring me. What’s happening?” My voice trembles. I try my best not to let my fear overtake me. I can’t be the helpless, defenceless woman anymore. I won’t let myself be her. I need to take control.
He stops, turning and placing his palms against each side of my face. He leans in and kisses my lips. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to scare you, Em, and I promise I’ll tell you everything that’s happening… just as soon as I get you out of here. We don’t have time to waste, come on.”
