HAPPY FOREVER AFTER

Chapter Twenty Six

Emma was dying. And living. Flying. Spinning.

Both crying in frustration and shouting in pure delight as she climaxed again and again.

Over the next hour, as Daniel, with his incredible mouth, his miraculous hands, continued to touch, kiss, taste every inch of her body, she found herself unable to do a single thing but enjoy it. Rational  thoughts  drifted  away.  There  was  only  sensation.

No decision to arch up when his tongue scraped across her n****e, just  a  primal  need  to  have  him  suckle  her  again.  No  conscious awareness  that  he  intended  to  make  the  most  intimate  love  to  her with  his  mouth,  just  the  shocking  delight  of  it  when  his  tongue slipped  between  her  wet  folds  and  unerringly  delved  into  her core.

"Oh, God, again?" she groaned, disbelieving as the pressure built, then roared into heat that rushed to every other part of her. She had not known she was physically capable of such continuous delight.  The waves kept coming, relentlessly, like the pounding of the surf on a shore during a wild winter storm. They built, took her high, threw her over the crest into wild o****m.

Then eased back down, only to start building all over again with a stroke here or a kiss there.

The man had to be the world's greatest lover.

"I have  to be in you now, Emma" Daniel said.

"I would say it's about damn time," she gasped. "But I'd be lying if I didn't admit I have loved every single minute.

"I know." he said smiling. No cockiness. Just pure, sultry self-confidence. He  slid  up  her  body, moving over  her.  She  kissed  him,  l*****g into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue but not giving a damn.

Emma had been dying to experience some of what he had done.  To  touch, to stroke, to taste him.

He had ruthlessly stopped her every previous effort to do so in his determination to please her. Now, the incredible willpower seemed to have  finally left him. He was almost beyond rational thought, too. Emma pushed  him  onto  his  back,  rolling  up  to  kneel  beside him, staring at the immense chest, the wiry hair surrounding his n*****s. It trailed in a thin line down his flat stomach.

Her mouth hadn't experienced the pleasure. That was about to change. She reached out, tentatively, touching the head of his c**k. He sucked in a harsh breath.

Almost dazed with need, she brought her finger to her tongue and tasted it.

"Emma" he said

"Shh" she put a finger on his lips. No talking right now.

"Yes, ma'am."

Laughter danced in his eyes, but didn't spill from his mouth. No, his mouth was too busy emitting a deep, guttural groan as Emma reached down, taking his c**k in her hands.

Her hand shook as the side of her pinky brushed against the smooth, incredibly soft skin.

Some anticipatory devil made her close her eyes, wanting to delay the delicious moment. Not just because of how incredibly hard, aroused, throbbing and proud, he was, but at the pure masculine beauty of him.

Still kneeling at his hip, she smiled, almost purred, really, as she stared greedily at him.

Reaching out, she stroked him, one long caress along the back of his erection, then delicately touched the taut sacs beneath. He hissed. She remained undeterred.

Spreading her hand wide, she encircled as much of him as she could, then slowly moved closer, her mouth going wet with hunger.

"Emma" he said again

"Not a word," she reminded him.

Then  there  was  no  more  talking,  just  the  sensation  of  her  lips sliding  over  the  smooth  round  head,  her  tongue  moistening  him enough  so  she  could  take  a  little  more.  And  a  little  more  after that. Not oblivious to his clenched fists or the rock-hard muscles in his stomach, that said he was fighting very hard to remain in control.

Emma showed no mercy. She liked how he tasted. She liked how he felt in her mouth. She liked the scrape of his hard-yet-soft flesh against the insides of her cheeks, and the tiny groan he made when she took him all the way,  as deep as he could possibly go.

That was when he lost it. Without  another  word,  Daniel pushed  her  away.  He  grabbed her  by  the  shoulders  and  yanked  her  up,  flipping  her  on  her back  so  fast,  she  didn't  even  have  time  to  process  the  change in  position.

"Uh-uh. I don't think so."

Emma put on an intentional pout, liking that she had driven him to such desperation. She loved that she had made him loose that control he was always so proud of.

"But I was having fun." she said

"You can have  more of that kind of fun later." he grunted. "I'm not coming in your mouth. I want to do it inside your body."

"My mouth is part of my body" she said smiling.

He  thrust  a  thick,  hard  finger  into  her  dripping  s*x,  making her gasp and arch against his hand.

"Here." he said. "I want to be here."

"You have been there before." She said. Grinding her hips against his hand. Trying to get his fingers even deeper inside her

"doesn't matter" he replied

Another  finger  joined  it,  and  he  moved  them  in  and  out,  slowly making  love  to her.

"You like that, Don't you? " he asked

Emma nodded. Unable to find words.

Daniel kissed her, hard and deep.

"Being inside you drives me wild, I have never any woman as much as I want you" he admitted. "I wanna stay very still." His whiskey tone promised incredible delights, seducing her word by word. "inside you, feel you wrapped around me. Not moving, just savoring."

"Not moving?" she repeated

The idea of trying to remain still when that was inside her was beyond comprehension.

"Not a muscle," he growled. "I wanna go slow this time. Take my time. Not until I feel capable of  really getting started.

Getting started?. Oh, my.  As if she hadn't already had more orgasms in the past hour than she had had during her entire relationship with her previous lovers.

She grabbed the box of condoms, removed one, then opened the packet with her teeth. When she took his erection in her hand, their gazes met again for a moment.

She slid the c****m on him, taking her time, playing her fingers along the ridges of his c**k. Her fingers grazed his balls again, and his eyes fluttered shut as he expelled a sigh of pleasure.

He pushed her legs apart, far enough apart to accommodate the breadth of him, and Emma arched up, opening herself in welcome.

Daniel kissed her tenderly, whispering soft words against her mouth.

"You are mine, Emma" he said. "Mine"

Slowly, with more of that unbelievable restraint he seemed to have  by the barrel, he eased into her. Just the tip of his heat, then an inch more, and even more after that. Until, finally, he plunged deep, drawing a deep, guttural gasp from both of them.

Just as he had promised that evening, he filled her completely.

She whimpered, needing to move, overwhelmed by how damn good  it felt. Her muscles reacted, squeezed, milked him deep inside.

"Wait, Dammit babe" he growled.

"I'm not moving, she protested in her own defense.

"The hell you are not." he said

She squeezed again, helpless against her body's instinctive response.

This  time,  he  didn't  order  her  to  stop,  he  merely  distracted  her by  lowering  a  hand  between  them.  Tweaking  and  toying  with  her throbbing c**t, he brought all her focus there.

Filled by him,covered by  him,  touched  by  him,  everything  came  together  once  more  and within  moments  he  had  her  crying  out  as  she  came  again.

"Mmm," he groaned, his eyes closed, obviously feeling the involuntary clench of every muscle she had.

Finally,  when  she had  begun  to  feel  somewhat  sane  again, Daniel pulled  out,  slowly,  slid  back,  just  as  slowly,  going  a  little deeper,  stretching  her  a  little  wider,  driving  her  out  of  what  was left  of  her  mind.

"Now,  baby" he whispered hoarsely, sounding as if he was finally letting himself go completely, "now we are getting started.

His lips explored her breasts and her belly. Her hands threaded through his thick hair. He raised up on his forearms and looked at her, as if he needed to.

Now that he had been inside her. He didn't want to let her. Never wanted to let her go. He couldn't imagine the thought any other man touching her that way. She was his. He thought.

He f****d her, slowly, easily, kissing her with those quick, nipping kisses she adored, watching her in that intense way he had, making love to her.

They spoke in half finished phrases, because a hot intense passion stole away their words, their thoughts, their breath.

If went on forever, this loving, an eternity with him inside of her.

Soon they weren't doing it slowly, but rolling together - her on top, moving with him, then him driving her forward, their legs tangled at first, then changing positions again.

She could feel her release coming on. He gripped her hips, held her still and thrust into her hard and fast because she begged him to.

His name was on her lips when she came. He held onto her, said her name, too, in a long drawn out breath and came hard and fast.

Then they lay there, each lost in a world of dreams that come true. His chest was heaving, his heart pounding against her own. He rolled off her, then pulled her against his shoulder and stroked her head with a hand.

Emma sighed, then curled into him, her cheek resting on his chest.

She fell asleep