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She wipes her eyes with the heel of her hand and sniffs. Her eyes harden as she looks up at me, “Why, are we friends now?” she sneers, “Just because you showed me what my father did does not change things between us.”
“What things?” My voice rises. I know what, but she’s annoying the shit out of me. I feel the frown screwing up my face as my eyebrows meet in the middle. “Come on Em, tell me. Is it your dad you’re mad at, or are you really mad at me because I took something so precious and didn’t snuggle afterwards. Maybe it’s because I knew how to make you feel good. Or maybe you're angry that I’ve inherited everything? That I took your place when you wouldn’t be the daughter that daddy wanted.”
“Fuck you, Troy!” she snaps, cutting me off and glaring hard at me. “I knew it was a bad idea coming here.” Her lip curls as she sneers then spins around, moving towards the door.
Grabbing her by the elbow I stop her again, bringing her back to face me. “Or is it because I kissed you and you actually enjoyed it?” She tries to shrug out of my grip but I’m not budging, and with a snap of my wrist I tug her forward. She falls against my body while I wind my arm around her back holding her tightly. Her palms press against my chest attempting to get me to release her, but I just hold her tighter.
“Let go of me.” She grinds out through gritted teeth and wriggles in my arm. I weave my fingers into her hair holding her head firmly and smash my lips to hers again. She doesn’t respond as I tease her lips with my tongue my arms relaxing a fraction, but then she uses that to her advantage and shoves at my chest, forcing me away from her.
“Why deny yourself, Em?” I smirk, wiping her from my lips.
“Because…,” her top lip curls as she leans toward me, “I fucking hate you!” She moves back out of my personal space and goes on, “Ever since you walked into my life you have taken everything away from me.” She balked. “My father, my chance to make it up and now everything else I’ve ever known. And what am I supposed to do now, huh? Forgive you, and let you kiss me? Was this your plan all along? Cheat my father out of everything, then use it against me.”
With slow, cautious steps I move towards her. “Let’s just backtrack, shall we? You walked away from your father; I didn’t push you away.”
“No, you just let me walk away,” she sniffs. “And that was worse than anything my dad could’ve said to me.”
“Then tell me what it is you want?” I shout again. Her gaze trails down my body as she stands there, fists clenched and her body tense.
“I…I don’t know.” Her voice changes to almost a whisper.
I lower my voice as I descend upon her. “Well, I know what I want.”
“What?”she asks cautiously.
I back her into the corner and press my hands against the wall on either side of her head, caging her in with my arms, and hold my weight off her. She pushes back into the wall as I lean in. “I want you.”
“Yeah…,” Her voice is thick with desire. She tries her hardest to hide it, but it’s there, I can hear it. “Well, I don’t want you.”
My lips tip into a smirk and I brush my thumb along the dryness of her lips while I sweep my fingertips along her jaw, my touch whispering across her skin, under her chin and down her throat, my fingers barely the weight of a feather as they travel along. I watch goosebumps appear as they follow the path of my fingers moving down her breastbone until finally, I lay my hand over her rapidly beating heart. It’s beating so fast I think it may beat out of her chest. “Why are you lying, Em?”
She swallows, “I…I’m not.’ She stutters as her eyelids fall to half-mast.
Slipping my knuckle beneath her chin, I lift her head up, “Then why are you breathing so heavy?” Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips, parting as she stares up at me. “Do you ever think of me, Emily? Because you never leave my mind. Tell me you still think about me.”
Her eyes close for a split second, a frown creases her brow and her body melts into me. She knows she can’t lie to me but what’s more, she can’t lie to herself. “All the time.” She breathes, biting down on her lip. Threading my fingers into her hair I smash my lips to hers wasting no more time. The kiss from earlier pops back into my mind, her nails scraping gently along my scalp as she kisses me back with as much passion and want as I have. Only this time I won’t let her break it. I’ve needed this for so long.
I reach down finding the hem of her skirt and drag it up over her hips, sliding my hand between her legs to cup her pussy and hooking my fingers into the side of her knickers, I slip them beneath the silky material to find her opening. As I push a finger inside of her, I draw in a breath at how wet she is. Her gasps follow elongated groans, it’s music to my ears. As she parts her legs further I add another finger, driving them in and out of her, going deep inside of her as her arms circle my neck, twisting her fingers into my shirt as she cries out. It’s been so long since I’ve heard her pleasure that I don't want to fucking stop but, as good as this foreplay is, I need to be inside of her. I need to remember how she feels after all these years. The last time I had an aim, I needed her to trust me, this time is different. As my thumb circles her sweet nub, she jolts forward and grips my neck. “Oh, fucking hell, Troy.”
Hearing my name on her lips makes me feel like a God. I smile removing my fingers and bring them to my lips, licking them clean of her juices. She gasps as she takes every movement in, watching with rapt attention as her fingers disappear inside my mouth. My lips pull into a smirk around my fingers as I slowly drag them out and then move them to run over her parted lips, she sucks them into her mouth then, making my cock even more eager to be inside her.
“For fuck’s sake,” I groan loudly, “I hope you’re ready for this, Emily?”
Moving my hands to my trousers, I soon have them unfastened and in seconds I’m pushing them down my legs, my dick springing free instantly seeing as I don't wear boxers; they just get in the way. Her hand wraps around my shaft, and it’s my turn for the breath to get caught in my throat. Her hand feels amazing around me, but I know it won’t be as good as being inside her. Reaching around to the back of her legs I lift her up, her legs wind tightly around my hips as I enter her in one quick thrust, impaling her onto my rock-solid erection. God, I’m so fucking hard. Her head falls forward burying her face into my neck, her lips connecting with my skin, and muffling her soft cries. As she sucks and nibbles on my skin, I find my rhythm, thrusting inside of her as hard as I can. Her cries become louder with every thrust. It drives me wild. She wants this as much as I do. My fingers grasp at her thighs and dig my fingertips into her legs, trying to gain some momentum as she pushes back against me. I’ll be surprised if there aren't any bruises, but I can’t stop. There’s no way I’m stopping now.
Her legs tighten around me. “Oh Jesus!” She cries. “I think I’m gonna come, Troy. Fuck me harder.”
“That’s it baby, give me more.” I kiss her, I do everything I can to consume her. Show her how much I want her still, I want her to think about me all the time, whatever she’s doing I want to be the last thing on her mind and my name on her lips.
She pushes against me. I press and press. I know she can take more so I hold myself back and let her have what she wants. I’ve waited a long time to hear her. “Kiss me. Now.” I order her. She looks up at me her eyes shining with want, need. With my demand answered, our lips collide again while a growl rumbles from the back of my throat. With measured strokes of my tongue along hers I push on until she’s tensing around me, crossing her ankles behind me for more traction, her stilettos digging into my skin as she rides out her climax, my name a prayer on her lips as she cries out.
Cupping her perfectly rounded arse in my hands, I grasp onto her flesh, pushing and pushing and pushing even further. Her legs tight tighten around me as I thrust hard inside of her, releasing every bit of pent-up tension that’s tearing through my body and spilling inside of her.
I drop my forehead to hers sighing heavily against her lips as I curse, “Jesus Christ.”
Very briefly, our gazes meet, there’s something in her gaze though, her eyes flutter closed before resting her head back against the wall, puffing out heavy gasps. As my heart slows and my breaths begin to even out, she takes her cue to release her legs from around me. Gently, I pull out of her, and guide her feet to the floor. She opens her eyes, and a blue so dark meets mine, like a storm is rolling in. She avoids my gaze. I can’t get a read on her.
Pushing down her skirt, she turns her face to the floor and walks around me. “Excuse me a sec.” Turning my head in the direction she’s just left I watch her go, her hips swaying sexily as she leaves the room. Fuck’s sake. I always knew that girl would be the one to ground me, even when she was seventeen. Now ten years on, she has the ability to completely obliterate me. Straightening my clothes I fasten my trousers again, giving her five minutes, because we really need to talk. As much as I’ve tried to dismiss this need as an urge, I know I’m just fooling myself… the bloody woman hasn’t left my head for ten years. Some nights I could wipe her from my subconscious, but since the night I saw her in the hospital, she’s been constantly invading my thoughts, my sleep. Going over to the window, I look out, seeing our past. It might be the past, but I want it to be our present and our future, more than anything in the world. I want her here with me, and I’ll fucking do anything to make that happen.
