And that’s the real question.
Can she handle me?
“Let’s test that out,” I say gruffly, and her entire body trembles. I’m not sure if that makes me a sick fuck or not, but it totally turns me on knowing she’s so far out of her comfort zone.
Emma’s turns her head, pulling against my grip on her, and looks over at the bedroom door as she chews on her lip. When she lets it pop free, she suggests in a timid voice, “Um… should we go into the bedroom?”
“Now that’s just plain boring,” I tell her, and her head snaps back to me. Her eyes are still dilated, needy… but I see something else in there. Perhaps shame, maybe insecurity, because I’ve certainly given her enough reason to doubt her own sensuality. This is just icing on the cake, telling her that her invitation to take me into my bedroom so we can fuck is boring.
This causes a slight flash of guilt within me, so I amend, “If you’re going to take a risk, Emma… if you’re going to take on the wild side… you need to go big. There will be plenty of time for the bedroom later, okay?”
She gives a tentative nod, and I can see my words have done nothing to assuage her feelings or to lessen her doubts. So I show her instead.
Without letting go of my grip on her neck, I take my free hand and circle it around one of her wrists. Gently tugging on it, I bring her hand right to my crotch and press her palm up against my erection, which had started its progression the minute she said she’d stay.
Emma gasps as her face tilts so she can look down, and then her fingers tighten around my length.
“See what you do to me?” I whisper. “See how hard you got me just by telling me you’d stay?”
Her eyes fly back up to mine, her touch tentative on me. Still so much insecurity there.
I need to change that.
Releasing my hold on her neck, I also take her hand away from my dick and lace my fingers with hers. I lead her around the back of the couch to a dining table sitting adjacent to a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that looks out over the ocean. The table seats eight and has a glass top with an ornate wrought iron base.
Pulling a chair on the end out, I position Emma with her back to the table and I sit down facing her. She looks down at me with so much uncertainty that I don’t have it in me to just take what I want. I need her to believe in the passion I know is inside of her.
I place my hands on her hips as I look up at her and say, “Last night… it was too dark in that bed. I didn’t get to see all of you.”
A puff of breath escapes from Emma’s lips as she stares at me.
“Now I want to see you in the bright light of day,” I tell her with a nod of my head toward the windows. “I want to see what you look like when you come.”
“Here?” Emma manages to squeak out and even makes to pull away from my hold on her hips. “Right in front of the windows?”
“Right in front of the windows,” I say with a wicked grin. “Want you bathed in sunlight so I can see every fucking detail of you.”
“I can’t, Evan,” she says as her hands come to my shoulders in an effort to push me back a little. “It’s too much.”
“It’s just right,” I correct her, and then I cajole. “Come on, Emma. What do you have to lose… except perhaps the most exciting thrill of your life?”
“People in the other buildings might see,” she stammers.
“They might,” I agree. “But that’s what makes it exciting.”
“But someone might—”
“Emma,” I say softly but with enough force to get her mouth to snap shut. “I doubt anyone can see into these windows. I’m sure they’re reflective, but even if they did, no one would know who you are. No one would run into you on the street and say, ‘Hey… that’s the girl who got supremely fucked on a dining table in front of the windows the other day’.”
Emma’s face turns and she looks out the windows, her face pinched with indecision. I take that moment to undo the button at her right hip and quickly pull the zipper down. Her head swings back my way. She watches as I pull the material of her skirt down her legs and it falls in a pool on the floor around her feet clad in those sexy as fuck sandals.
I raise my hands and work the buttons of her white blouse, opening them slowly and watching as the material falls apart. Beneath is a nude bra done in silk and lace, so see-through I can see her nipples with clarity. It’s one I bought for her, and I’m pleased she’s wearing it.