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I stepped out into the room and Emma sat on the edge of the bed in one of my giant T-shirts and a pair of those soft little sleeping shorts she loved to wear. “I borrowed your shirt.” She chewed on her lip.
I crossed the room and pulled out my own clothes. “I see that.” I dared another glance at her, and she watched me, again with a look I couldn’t read in her eye. She held my gaze for a long while and then finally turned her head the other way to let me change. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.” I mumbled.
“No, I guess not.” She responded, and I felt her eyes flick over me before they shifted away again.
Clothed, I sat next to her on the bed. “Emma–” I started, and once again before I could finish she was closing my mouth, but this time it was with her lips, not her fingers.
She threw her arms around me and pulled herself into my lap as she hungrily pressed her mouth to mine. I gently pulled her back, looking at her. “We need to talk about what happened. I need to make sure you’re okay.”
She pulled herself back to me desperately.
“Emma, please, talk to me.”
When she couldn’t reach or get her mouth to mine, because of the distance I kept between us, she finally collapsed against my chest, her arms slipping down from around my neck. She sobbed against me, gut wrenching, soul crush sobs.
“I’m not even remotely ok.” She shouted into my chest and the vibration echoed through my body. “I nearly died. I thought I was going to die… I was so scared, Mason, so scared you wouldn’t find me, that you wouldn’t come for me.” She pulled back to look at me, her eyes wet. “I can’t imagine what would have happened, what they would have done to me, Mason. I’m so sorry I left the apartment. I shouldn’t have. I should have listened to you.”
“You didn’t know.” I breathed, “I should have made that more clear, but I didn’t want to scare you, and that’s my fault. I shouldn’t have brought you–”
She cut me off “Mason…”
“Yes?”
“I need you. I need younow.” She tried to pull me closer to her.
I stroked her cheek with my knuckles. “Emma.”
“Mason. I’ve loved you since I was sixteen, ever since the first time you saved me and pulled me out of that pool.”
My pulse quickened as she laid herself bare to me.
“I’ve imagined what it would be like tobewith you, more times than I can count. When I touch myself at night, it’syouI think of,youI want.” She spoke slowly, emphasizing each word. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Mason, and I got you, but not the way I dreamt of, not the way I wanted– the way I want.”
The breath left my body. “Emma, it’s not right. I’m so much older than you. I’ve known you since you were little…”
“I’m not a little girl anymore, Mason. I’m not.” She breathed, her emotions tittering between hurt, and rejection, and desire. “I’ve never been with anyone–”
“And I’msosorry for that. I’m sorry for all of it, but I’m especially sorry for that.” I couldn’t help but consider if I had just succumbed to temptation last night, maybe then her first time would have been the way it should have been, filled with pleasure and in the safety of an intimate quiet moment between two people.
I could hear the hysteria, the desperation in her voice, “We can– you can’t let that be my first time Mason, I can’t let that be the only memory that replays in my head over and over when I think about losing my virginity. Please.” She begged, her hands roaming over me, tears spilling over her eyes. “Please, I know you don’t want me. I know that.” The sound of those words, of her thinking I didn’t want her, broke my heart. She continued, “But please don’t let that be my only sexual experience. Give me something good, give me something filled with love, to smother out all the horrible things that happened in that room, Mason.”
My heart responded to her plea, and my body did too. When we had kissed the other night, I’d wanted to lay her out on the bed, and make her come in nine different ways, whether I should or shouldn’t have. After today’s events, I wasn’t sure. But she was right. She didn’t deserve for that to be the one and only sexual experience she’d had. What a terrible thing that would be.
As I let myself consider her in that way once more, as I released the seal on that box of my feelings for her, of my desire for her… Iwasattracted to her, more than I wanted to admit. I knew it wouldn’t be hard to give her one night. Whatwouldbe hard was letting it beonenight. Could I have her coming on my fingers, on my tongue, have her riding my cock, and then just walk away after tonight? Did I have that kind of strength? I didn’t know.
She must have sensed the shift in my resolve, my hesitation in my eyes, because she watched me carefully as she slowly, slowly leaned back in, and this time, I didn’t push her away; I let her lips meet mine; I let her hands thread through my hair.
Fire, electricity, desire.
My dick lit up in approval.
I shut my brain off and let my body take over. Let my hands roam over her body, up her sides, and down her arms as she relaxed against me. I scooped her into my lap and grabbed the nape of her neck, and deepened the kiss, tasting her sweet mouth as her lips parted and she let my tongue explore her mouth before it danced with mine.
She pulled herself tighter against me, and I held her face as I moved soft kisses over each eye, and then warm, tickling breaths over each ear. There was the sound of that erotic little whimper again, the one she’d given to me in that room, the one that had told me while the situation was traumatic, it wasn’t my touch that would do the most of the damage.
I swiftly picked her up without breaking our kiss and deposited her into the middle of the bed, laying her back, sosogently. This time, when I touched her, it would be slow, it would be for pleasure. This time when I entered her, she’d be breathless and begging me to.
I took my time, tasting every inch of her face, her neck, letting my hands explore all the little bare places of her skin before we even started removing clothing.
