HAPPY FOREVER AFTER

Emma stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was putting on the sexy nightie she brought with her. And Daniel was waiting for her in the bedroom.

Relax, he’s seen you naked before. She told herself. Many times.

“Emma, I really need you to come out here.” Daniel’s voice came from the bedroom.

Emma grinned at the tight need and impatience straining his voice even as it fired up her blood.

But her heart still slammed into her ribs like a wild thing when she took a deep breath and headed for the bedroom. In the doorway, she paused and cocked one hip.

He was poised on the edge of the bed, minus his shirt, his hair disheveled, as if he had been running his fingers through it.

His gaze latched onto her face, then, almost immediately, dropped to her outfit. His breath hissed from between his lips and his hands bunched beside his thighs.

Almost rabidly, he devoured every inch of her skin, lingering between her legs and on the nipples pearling in reaction to his blatantly aroused scrutiny.

Emma had to hand it to him. Daniel knew how to make a woman feel special.

“Get over here, baby” he commanded with a definite croak.

“Ask me nicely, Daniel,” she countered.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a split second. Then rose and padded to where she stood.

He stared at her for a tight little stretch.

“You seem hell bent on driving me insane. But I’m not going to rush this.”

Eyes locked squarely on hers, he lifted his hands and cupped her nape. Slowly his right thumb drifted over her lips, as if memorizing their texture before he tasted them.

“Daniel,” Emma said.

“Shhh, baby. No talking. Just..”

He lowered his head in torturously slow descent, drawing out the moment until his lips brushed, butterfly soft and fleeting, over hers.

A shiver cascaded through her, vibrating every cell in her body and sparking it to life. Emma gave the tiniest moan and Daniel lifted his head.

His eyes were hotter, his breathing a touch harsher as he stared at her. Then, as if the feast was too much, he slanted his lips over hers.

Fever hot. Powerfully arousing. And oh, so brilliantly executed. Emma sagged against the doorframe for a moment before sheer hunger made her rise on her toes to meet Daniel halfway.

Within one instant and the next she needed more. Bracing her hands on his waist, she leaned higher into the kiss, fused her lips tighter, deeper, as intimately as she could taste him before she opened up, allowing his tongue to glide oh-so-sexily against hers.

They both groaned. Hunger ravaged them whole and eroded any attempt at finesse. Breathing hard, they strained towards each other, devouring each other in a bruising kiss that only fuelled the fire of lust.

Hot slickness between Emma’s legs made her grind herself against his thick erection. Her need was enough to propel him back a step, until Daniel was the one now leaning against the doorframe.

It was the perfect position to plaster herself against him, rub her aching nipples against the hot, hard landscape of his chest, while grinding her pelvis against his erection.

The fingers in her hair tightened, the sting a sweet pain that turned her on harder. Drew a thicker moan from her.

Breathing harshly, Daniel tugged her away, the separation of their lips a wet, decadent sound that sent a shudder through her .

“Again?” Emma asked.

His smile widened and his eyes dropped to her wet lips.

“God, yes. And again and again.”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

With a groan, he sealed his lips against hers. Still kissing, Emma dragged him out of the doorway, then gasped when he swung her up into his arms.

He laid her down on the bed and followed without breaking the kiss. Then he rolled them with expert ease, until she was draped over him, her thighs braced on either side of his hips.

In prime position to get closer to that hard, delicious prize, Emma didn’t hesitate. Flicking her tongue brazenly against his, she widened her stance, arched her back and dragged her heated pussy against his engorged cock. His groan was long and tortured. One hand clamped hard on her bottom, holding her firm and tight against him as he deepened the kiss even more.

Then abruptly he pulled away, his chest rising and falling in harsh pants.

“Damn, Emma. I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get inside you now.”

Despite the ragged confession, he didn’t move, just continued to stare at her mouth as if it were the answer to world hunger.

And since she loved kissing Daniel, Emma lowered her head and fused their lips once more while she raised her hips long enough to lower the zip of his trousers.

He groaned into her mouth as she freed him, took his thick cock in her hand and drew down on his already hard dick. He caught hold of her hand and flipped them over again.

He rubbed the underside of his cock against her cotton covered clit. The sensation was sweet hell, driving her nails into his back.

Slowly, going against the ravaging urgency consuming them, he sat back on his heels. His eyes dragged over her body, greedily devouring the pulse racing at her throat, the sinfully prominent points of her breasts, the twitching of her wide hips.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, Emma” he growled.

Emma stared at him, wondering what he would say if she told him how she felt about him. If she told him she was in love with him.

“Hey. What is it?”. He asked. He was frowning down at her.

Emma shook her head wildly, hating herself for tarnishing the moment. “You’re making me wait, Daniel. I hate waiting. You know that” she said.

He laughed, then, with a wicked gleam in his eyes, dipped his head and brashly caught one net covered nipple between his teeth.

Emma cried out, the sensation almost too much to bear. Luckily, the intensity of her arousal pushed the fragile thoughts away.

Arching her back, she chased after more and he responded, drawing her areola deeper into his mouth and flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak. The dampness between her thighs intensified, leaving her slicker, hungrier.

“Daniel,” she moaned.

After another minute torturing her nipple, he rose and shucked off his trousers.

He grabbed her hips and jerked her body down the bed. Still on his knees, eyes pinned between her legs, he tugged the nightie off.

He fell on her breasts, molding and licking and tasting and biting until she was out of her mind. Then before she gathered her next breath, he yanked her lower still, and thrust hard inside her.

Emma’s moan ripped through the room. He held himself deep, head thrown back, the muscles in his neck standing out in straining cords.

“Damn, Emma. you feel so good,” he groaned.