Nikolas felt his prized vehicle come to an abrupt halt and he had to force himself not to release a sigh of relief. Em was a wonderful driver, but being blindfolded didn't help him any. She had told him that she had a surprise for him and although he was anticipating it with every fiber of his being, he was still relieved when the drive was over. Very relieved.
"We're here!" Emily grinned as she wrenched the key from the ignition. She patted his hand as he began to move and said, "Sit tight. We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."
"No, we wouldn't," he agreed. He wondered again what she was up to as he heard her car door slam. He held himself as still as a statue as he strained to hear her. Was that gravel, he wondered, leaning his head out of the window to hear the crunching sound better.
"Are you cheating?" Emily asked as she opened his door. She took his hand and helped him out of the car. His steps were careful and she stifled an amused giggle as she reached behind him to slam his door shut.
"Who me? Of course, not. Just listening. Is that against the rules?"
"I'm not sure. Give me a second, and I'll let you know." With her arm linked through his, Emily led him from the car to the small one room cabin they had all to themselves. She knew he wondered where they were as the crickets chimed and the cool, evening breeze blew. He'd know soon enough, she reasoned with a secretive smile.
She guided him up the wooden steps and into the romantically decorated building. A huge grin came to her lips as she saw that nothing had changed in her absence. The mini-stage she had created earlier was still intact, and the single, wooden, straight-back chair was still sitting front row center stage. Perfect.
She closed the door behind him and locked the door with a loud, echoing click. Tonight, there would be no interruptions. She pulled him further into the room, and as she helped him remove his brown, suede jacket, he asked, "The blindfold, too?"
"Not yet." She planted a kiss on his full, pouty lips to placate him and she quickly continued with her quest to make him as comfortable as possible before the show started.
She unbuttoned the two top buttons of his olive green silk shirt. The sleeves of his shirt were folded up and pushed back up to reveal his strong, tan forearms. She lightly ran her fingers across his sensitive flesh. Goosebumps sprang upwards and she shivered at his response to her. Oh, but he didn't know the half of it, she thought.
"Sit," she instructed after she had placed him directly in front of the chair. He did as he was told and waited. "Are you ready?" was her seductive whisper as she placed her fingers on the tie of the blindfold.
"Yeah," he hoarsely responded. He swallowed hard as Emily began to untie the silk material. Subconsciously, he moistened his lips in anticipation. Was the moment he had been pushing away for the past eight months on the verge of actually occurring? If it was, was he truly ready for it, he wondered.
He would soon find out.
"Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them, got it?"
"Yes, ma'am!" He sat up straight in the chair, preparing himself for whatever treat she had in store for him. He felt her move away from him, and he waited patiently for her to give the word.
Emily moved to the wall to lower the lighting, but the sight of her reflection in the antique wooden mirror caught her eye. "Keep your eyes closed!" she reminded him as she ran past him to go to the front door where she had dropped her purse on the way in. She grabbed her make-up bag and her brush and skipped back across the wooden floor to the mirror. A quick touch up to her crimson red lips and a few tugs through her long, brown hair made her presentable…and ready.
After dimming the lights and readjusting the track lighting so that she had a little spotlight effect going, Emily flung off her ankle-length Trench coat, slid her stocking covered feet into her red, three-inch sling-backs, squared her shoulders and sauntered over to center stage. She *could* do this, she reminded herself. She took a few deep, calming breaths and confident that she was ready, she pushed play on the CD player that was on the floor beside her and as the first chords began, she said, "You may open your eyes."
A few rapid blinks gave Nikolas the ability to see the exquisite woman before him. Her wavy, curls made him long to run his fingers through her hair. Her full, red lips made him ache to kiss her. And, her curvaceous body barely covered in the strapless red gown, with matching gloves and shoes, make him wonder why he had not loved her with his body as he had with his words and with his heart.
He had a feeling that after tonight, he would need not wonder any more.
He sat back and prepared himself to enjoy the show as Emily's husky, suggestive voice began to sing…
"Sooner or later you're gonna be mine,
Sooner or later you're gonna be fine.
Baby, it's time that you face it,
I always get my man."
She sung her heart out and swayed seductively to the music. Her full breasts strayed against the thin, red material and with each movement, Nikolas' eyes grew larger. His silent enthusiasm encouraged her further and as she began the next verse, she began to remove her gloves. But, ever…so…slowly…
"Sooner or later you're gonna decide,
Sooner or later there's nowhere to hide."
Her ungloved hands roamed up and down and over her body as she moved to him. Just as she reached him, she kicked her shoes off. Her sinfully high slit allowed her to easily place her stocking-covered foot on top of Nikolas' thigh. As she bent forward to roll her thigh-high silk stockings down her legs, he emitted a low groan. "Em…"
She placed a single finger to his quivering lips, as she sung…
"Baby, it's time, so why waste it in chatter?
Let's settle the matter."
She gave him the same show with the other leg as she continued to sing. Her face just inches from his.
"Baby, you're mine on a platter,
I always get my man."
Her bare leg tempted him and he moved to close his hand around her slender ankles. Emily shook her head at him and moved from his grasp. She took her place at center stage again and as the words flowed from her lips, she placed her hands behind her and began to lower the zipper down her back.
"But if you insist, babe, the challenge delights me.
The more you resist, babe, the more it excites me.
And no one I've kissed, babe, ever fights me again.
If you're on my list, it's just a question of when."
She moved her hands back to the front of her dress. She slowly allowed it to fall from her body, her eyes on Nikolas the entire time.
"When I get a yen, then baby, Amen.
I'm counting to ten, and then …"
Standing nude before him, Emily went to the man she loved. She took his hands and slowly pulled him from his chair. The love and anticipation, which radiated from his eyes…his entire being…was mirrored by her eyes and her entire being. She pulled him into the spotlight with her and after placing his hands at her waist, she slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Their eyes never wavered from the other.
"I'm gonna love you like nothing you've known,
I'm gonna love you, and you all alone.
Sooner is better than later but lover,
I'll hover, I'll plan.
This time I'm not only getting, I'm holding my man."
"I love you, Emily," Nikolas hoarsely whispered as the song ended and her soft hands caressed his chest and abdomen.
"Show me, Nikolas," Emily told him.
He drew a long breath. "I will," he promised, lowering his mouth to hers. It felt like it had been an eternity since their lips had last met.
His mouth moved slowly and deliberately against hers until she could take his mindless torture no longer. Her mouth opened, challenging his to do the same. Her tongue soon found his.
She tasted so good. She tasted like sweet nectars from the gods. Her kisses were wet and juicy like a ripe summer peach. Constantly, her greedy tongue moved against his, as his arousal grew more insistent as they kissed.
Emily pressed herself against him, against his hardness, wanting more. Her hand moved down the planes of his hard chest with only one destination in mind. Unable to tempt or tease him further, she simply eased his zipper down and thrust her hand inside. Her small hand closed over the length of him as he all but burst from the confines of his boxers. Caressing and molding him, she felt him shudder against her. She reveled in the effect she had on him.
"Oh, my sweet love," he moaned against her mouth as he became hotter, harder, bigger in the palm of her hand. He could wait no longer. He had to have her. Soon.
Quickly, Nikolas rid himself of the confines of his clothing. His shirt, pants, boxers, shoes, socks and belt, all landed in a heap behind him. He allowed himself a momentary feeling of immense satisfaction as Emily's eyes roved over him, drinking him in. Her inquisitive brown eyes, parted lips, and soft sighs told him that she wanted him and he would give her what she craved. Soon.
Squinting in the dimly lit room, Nikolas soon spotted the full size bed against the back wall, which was adjacent to the door. He lifted her into his arms and carried her there, gently lowering her down onto the bed. Emily's back pressed against the cool, crisp sheets, and she was pleased that she had remembered to pull back the sheets from when she was there earlier.
Lying beside her, he realized that he wanted to touch her everywhere at once. Her hair, her silken thighs, her arms, her legs, her breasts. He didn't know where to begin so he began at the top.
His inquiring hands flowed through her hair, enjoying the feel of the soft strands against his strong fingers. He then traveled lower to her neck and then lower still to the swell of her breasts. When he reached the rosy brown tip, he pushed it with the pad of his thumb.
Her breath became harsh and he repeated the movement. "Do you like that, Em?"
"Mm," she moaned, pressing herself against his hand. Her soft breast moved against his hand and he gave her a gentle squeeze. She writhed on the bed as her hands flew into his hair, guiding his head to her breast. "More," she begged him.
Her ragged breathing and demanding instructions were like music to his ears. He would do her bidding and oh, how he would like it.
His mouth closed over her small bud. He suckled, gently at first, until her hands pressed him closer against her. Harder against her. Then, he became greedy, taking in as much of her breast as he could. He took his time with each breast, giving both their due attention until she breathed again. "More."
He obeyed. He lowered his hand along her body until he came to a nest of soft curls. His fingers moved against her and she lifted her hips to meet them. She wanted so much more, and she wanted it now.
Obeying her silent command, he pressed a finger against her and then inside her. She was ready for him, so very ready. A soft moan escaped her lips and he went deeper. His thumb found her tiny sensitive pearl of pleasure and he pressed against it as he pushed another finger inside.
"That's it, Nikolas," she told him, raising her pelvis in time to the rhythm of his fingers. His mouth closed over hers as she reached her first climax. He felt her reaction course through her and he knew he could wait no longer. With one careful movement, he entered her.
"Oh…" she moaned as he filled her up with his maleness. He was so hard and he felt so good inside her. She wanted him to stay there with her like that forever. Her legs closed around his waist, demanding that he should obey.
He did. He buried himself in her, causing low and intense moans to pass from both of their lips. Her hands clutched his rear. He lifted and lowered again, moving deeper inside her. He moved her and rocked her with the depth of his need for her. A need which he had kept a bay for far too long and even as he moved inside her, continued to consume him.
The inevitable climax rocked them both. Undying declarations of love escaped from their lips as they rode the waves of spent passion. They held each other tight until each wave was encountered and rode out.
Later, as he held her sleeping form against him, Nikolas marveled at the remarkable woman she had become and he was exhilarated at the wonderful, pleasurable surprise she had given him.
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Song credit: "Sooner or Later"--Madonna