on top of her. Her eyes were closed, all her other senses heightened as he lightly ran his finger down the moist cleft. His hand was shaking as he explored the treasure, the sight and scent of her taking his breath away. She was so beautiful! Her back arched off the bed as he began to invade her with his finger, slowly pressing inward, breaking into a sweat as he realized just how snug the fit would be. When he gently added a second finger, stretching her, he could feel her tightening, resisting his caress. Her flesh was weeping with need and she rolled her head from side to side, moaning.
“Dear God, Emma,” he said hoarsely. “I don’t know if I can do this. You’re so tight, I’m afraid I’ll hurt you!”
She grasped his wrist, his fingers still buried within her. Her eyes were smoky with passion, her voice pleading as she looked at him.
“Blake, please! I need you!”
He watched her as he began to slowly move his hand, teasing the small nub at the top with his thumb. Her whole body was taut, shaking with desire. She was so close and he needed that release to make it easier for him to take her. He continued to stroke her as he leaned down, the first taste of her nearly making him come without ever getting inside. She grasped his head, tangling her fingers in his hair as he replaced his thumb with his tongue, nibbling at the sensitive flesh then sucking lightly. Her breath was coming in short gasps, her hips thrusting upward to meet his strokes. He could feel the contractions beginning deep within her as he moved his hand faster, still tormenting her with his mouth. Suddenly, she stiffened against him, crying out as the waves rolled over her, her whole body jerking with spasms of pleasure. He held her firmly, continuing the loving assault until she lay limp under him, begging him to stop. He rose over her, kissing her hungrily, settling between her thighs, reaching down to open her until he lay against her, thrusting his hips against her to spread her moisture over his shaft. He watched as her eyes darkened and her face became flushed, the pleasure quickly beginning again. He slid easily against her, the friction fast becoming unbearable. His voice was shaking as he whispered softly.
“Please, Emma, tell me you’re ready.”
She nodded, unable to speak. He pulled her legs up on either side of his hips, opening her for his possession. Wrapping his arms underneath her shoulders, he grasped her firmly; his hands warm on her collarbones. He began nibbling at her mouth, whispering softly how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her. Emma was breathing deeply, concentrating hard on relaxing as she felt him tighten his hips, pressing forward against her tender opening. She was soft and wet from her climax but he was a big man. He began to enter her slowly, gritting his teeth against the resistance. Emma whimpered softly at the burning pain and Blake stopped at the soft sound of her distress. Sweat dripped from his body and he clenched his jaw against the need to thrust deep, ending this torment for them both. Emma was aching with the need to feel him inside her; she knew Blake would never hurt her voluntarily. She raised her legs, wrapping them around his muscled waist, tilting her hips upward. Taking his face between her hands, she kissed him, pulling him inward with her strong thighs. Blake sought her tongue with his, devouring her. Emma began making short thrusting motions, trying to take him in small degrees. Following her lead, Blake waited until she was once again relaxed and without warning, surged forward, breaking through the barrier of her virginity and pressing on until he was buried completely in the silken heat. If he had ever doubted her, it was clear now. She cried out once but her sounds quickly changed to husky moans of pleasure as her muscles spasmed around his thickness, trying to accept his foreign presence within her body. Blake watched her closely, holding very still deep within her, needing reassurance that she was okay. She smiled shakily, kissing him again.
“First virgin, huh?” she asked.
Blake laughed softly.
“Yeah,” he said, pushing her hair back from her forehead, wet from his sweat. “Everything okay?”
She hugged him tightly, nearly making him come when her inner muscles clenched him as well.
“Everything’s just peachy,” she said breathlessly. She ran her hands down over his firm buttocks and squeezed. “Now how about you teach me what you promised?”
Blake needed no further encouragement, beginning to move cautiously. Each stroke pushed him closer to the edge and he was taking Emma with him. When he was sure she could take all of him without pain, he began to move faster, holding her close. Emma was clinging to him, running her hands over his back, caressing the deep furrow and meeting his every thrust. She was almost there and Blake was coming apart with the effort of trying to wait for her. Suddenly, she was hurtled over the precipice, her swollen flesh gripping him like a velvet fist as she cried his name. He plunged deep one last time and followed her, hard tremors shaking his powerful body as he emptied himself. When he felt the wave finally beginning to recede he was lightheaded, drained from head to toe, unfamiliar with this feeling of completion that he had found within Emma. He tried to roll to the side, taking his heavy weight from her but she held him tightly, pulling him back down and gently wiping the sweat from his forehead. Her hands roamed over his back, lightly running her nails lazily over him. He closed his eyes, collapsing onto her and fell fast asleep.
CHAPTER 6
Emma was flushed from excitement and maybe just a little from the champagne that was flowing so freely. Jessica had insisted on making the release of the issue of American Design the social event of the season and the grand house was filled to overflowing with the cream of Houston society. She was walking around like a proud parent, gladly telling anyone and everyone who would listen how lucky she had been to find Emma. In true Texas fashion, the liquor was plentiful and the barbeque was the food of champions cooked by the best that could be found. It was all a dream come true for Emma. If only Blake could have been standing by her side. She had called him as soon as Jessica had told her about her plans but once again, he was out of the country. Her disappointment had hit hard and she had taken it out on him, making several sarcastic comments about how convenient it was for him that a business matter had come up when he had made no effort to hide his distaste for social gatherings. The catty remarks were met with total silence and she was immediately sorry, ashamed for acting like a petulant, spoiled child. He accepted her tearful apology but had quickly ended the conversation. Emma spent the rest of the day crying, afraid she had driven a wedge between them. While it was true that their relationship had changed dramatically when they became intimate, no solid commitment had been made by either of them. Yes, he had whispered words of love to her during the long hours of the night, but he had not actually told her that he loved her. Her fears were laid to rest the next day when she opened the door to her office and found it filled with the rich scent of roses from the huge bouquet on her desk. Her purse fell to the floor in her haste to reach the card, crying even more in relief when she read the simple message. “I’m sorry” was all it said but that was all she needed to once again feel secure, sure that it was only a matter of time before he would tell her he loved her.
Several hours later Emma kicked her shoes off with a huge sigh of relief and fell back onto the sofa where Jessica was sprawled in triumphant exhaustion. All but three of Jessica’s closest friends and Alicia had finally left. When the door to the study opened, the women looked up, afraid someone had been overlooked when they said their goodbyes but instead it was Scott bringing in a tray loaded with shot glasses and an unopened bottle of Southern Comfort. Jessica smiled broadly as she took it from him and before he could reach the door again; she had the bottle open and was pouring a round. Taking a glass in her delicate hand, she held the rich amber liquid up.
“Ladies, a toast to the most successful damn barbeque Houston has ever seen,” she said proudly. Calls of agreement echoed around as they lifted their glasses and tossed back the shots quickly, none of them coughing or choking from the burn as it hit the back of their throats. None except Emma. Jessica slapped her on the back several times, laughing, until Emma was able to hold up her hand and wheeze that she was
