Emma moans in agreement and starts to chant, “Yes, yes, yes.”
“When I finally fuck you, sweet Emma,” I tell her slyly. “You’re going to come so hard. Come all over my dick.”
“Yes,” she breathes out before sucking in another labored breath.
“But right now, you’re going to come on my fingers,” I promise her.
“Oh, God… yes.”
I massage her harder and she starts to thrash. “Tell me that, Emma. Tell me you’re going to come all over my hand.”
“I’m… I’m…” she stammers, and I’d normally find her shyness adorable, but right now, it’s fucking sexy as hell.
“Say it, Emma,” I tell her as I circle her clit. “Say it to me and I’ll let you come.”
“I’m… I’m…”
I push three fingers into her up to my third knuckle, pull them out, and press them down hard onto her, rubbing in tight, quick circles. “Say it, baby.”
“I’m going to come on your fingers,” she wails as she bares her neck to me and her hips shoot off the bed. I shove a finger back in her, and holy fuck, her pussy grips it so hard as she starts to orgasm, it sucks me in deeper.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I mutter in fascination as her hips push and circle against me, drawing out every tremor of pleasure.
This prim, reserved, and oh-so-proper woman who blushes when she hears curse words just fucked my hand like a fucking porn goddess.
Emma’s body flops back down to the mattress and her channel relaxes against my finger. I pull it gently out as I lean down and nuzzle my cheek against her bare breast.
“That was amazing,” she murmurs drunkenly.
I lift my head up and look down at her. Her eyes are bright and sparkling in the ambient light, but she’s shy when she hesitantly says, “It’s your turn now.”
My head is shaking in denial even as my cock starts doing a happy dance. “Not tonight.”
I pull her zipper up and fasten her button before lying down on the mattress beside her. Gathering Emma in my arms, I pull her into my side, where she rolls into me, putting her head on my chest. Her arm goes around my waist and she squeezes me.
“Why aren’t you… you know… going to…” she stammers. “I mean, I thought you wanted me.”
“I do,” I assure her, angling my head slightly to press my lips onto her soft hair. “But not when you’re drunk.”
“I’m tipsy,” she chirps, and although I can’t see her face, I can clearly hear her satiated smile in those words.
“You’re going to be stone-cold sober when you take my cock, Emma,” I tell her boldly. Because she will take it, and she’ll take all of it.
Soon.
She snuggles in deeper against me, and I have to admit, it feels nice. I like cuddling. I like the intimacy of touch. Of murmured words and promises of what’s to come.
Haven’t had it in a good long while, and I might have even forgotten what it feels like, but this is super fucking nice I have to say.
My dick jumps a little, pouting that it’s not getting any action tonight, but it’s had drier spells. It’ll get over it.
“Evan,” Emma whispers, and her breath feels amazing as it floats across my throat.
“Yeah?”
“Why did you really want me to work for you?” she asks hesitantly.
Truth or lie?
“Because I wanted you,” I tell her. “You intrigue me and you turn me on, and I wanted you. Simple as that.”
No sense in lying.
“Oh,” she says with a slight tinge of disappointment in her voice. I’m guessing no woman wants to be desired just for sex.
“I also did need an attorney, Emma,” I assure her. “And you really impressed me. You were a good choice to handle this stuff for me.”
“Oh,” she says again, this time with a little bit of pride in her voice.
We’re silent for a moment, just lying there in each other’s arms, and I’m wondering if I’ll sleep in bed with her tonight. It’s totally preferable over the couch, but I’m not sure I can take her body pressed up against me all night.
“What’s your story, Evan?” she asks, her sweet voice breaking the silence.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean… here you are, sudden fame and fortune thrust upon you, people vying to get a piece of you, and yet… I don’t know… you still seem so normal and untouched by all of it.”
A feeling of elation sweeps through my body, and I realize Emma may have just paid me the highest compliment I’ve ever been given in my life. I’ve been handed thousands of accolades from fans and music executives and women begging for my dick, but none of them really see me for who I am.
I am always just going to be a normal man who happened to step into a very abnormal kind of existence. But the one lesson Midge drilled into me during my formative years is that you have to stay genuine. Humility is one of the strongest character traits you can ever have and will serve you far better than egoism.
“Thank you for saying that,” I murmur.
“How do you do it?” she asks almost wondrously.
“Do what?”
“Stay so normal… so touchable,” she clarifies.