Emerald (Steele Investigations) (13 page)

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“Fuck, you smell so good, baby.” The rumble in Travis’s
voice causes my skin to break out in goose bumps but it’s the tickle of his
breath sweeping along my skin as runs his nose from my collarbone to my ear
that has my hairs standing on end and a tremor running through my body.  His
hands around my waist don’t miss the shiver and I
feel
his grin against
my skin.

We’re in Travis’s bedroom.  We finished dinner, he announced
it to be “the shit”, then said he was hungry … for me!  He did this by saying
in an almost growl, “Time for dessert – you.”  I felt my knees go weak even
though I was still sitting down.  He stood up, grabbed my hand and led me down
the hall and into his spacious bedroom.  Then he kissed me until my somewhat
recovered knees went weak again and I was panting; my breathing shallow, loud
and thick.  My nipples straining against the fabric of my satin bra.  My
panties ruined with the evidence of my arousal.  The blood thrumming through my
veins so hot I thought I may break out in a sweat.  All of that from a kiss. 
No, it wasn’t a kiss.  It was
a kiss.
  A kiss so good it should be
illegal … and I wanted to keep breaking the law.  Then he smelt me.

My arms tighten around his neck for two reasons.  The first
being, I fear I may faint from the overload of sensations that my body is
experiencing, and second, because his neck is
hot.
Strong, muscular,
firm, defined.  Sexy.  I let out a whimper as he nips my ear lobe, and then he
rocks my world.  Again.

“Gonna kiss you, baby,” he whisper growls in my ear.

Oh, god, yes.  More kissing.
Selfish Jemma licks her
lips and purrs.

Rational Jemma has no comment.  She’s rapidly fanning
herself with a Chinese hand fan in a vain attempt to cool herself down so she
can make leveled, sensible decisions.

My head falls back on my neck an inch and my lips part
imperceptibly in reaction to his words.  His gaze lifts from my neck to meet
mine.  His so full of hunger and need.  No doubt mine are showing much of the
same with a dash of anticipation, a splash of nerves and a dollop of
scaredy-cat added to the mix.

“I’m not gonna kiss you here, Jemma,” he murmurs softly
touching two fingers to my swollen lips.

What?
I thought …  Didn’t he just say? …

“I’m gonna kiss you here,” he continues, running his fingers
down my neck, over my chest and down to my nipples where he uses one finger on
each breast to swirl circles around my tightened buds.

Oh my.
I suck in a deep breath and try not to clamp
my thighs together.

“Then, I’m gonna kiss you,” he pauses in speech, but his
finger trails down over my stomach.

Down.

Down.

Down.

Until he reaches the juncture of my thighs.  “Here,” he
finishes as he teasingly runs a finger backwards and forwards between my legs.

I whimper then mewl, “please,” as my hips automatically
start to rock against his hand. 

All too soon, he removes his hand and uses it to cup my
chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.  He looks serious.

“Anytime you want to stop, Jemma, you say the words. 
Understand. 
Anytime
.  Just say the word.  We stop.  No hard feelings. 
Nothing changes between us.  Don’t do this because you feel you have to.”

I nod my head, thinking how unbelievable sweet and
thoughtful it was that he would halt the evenings proceedings to make sure I
was comfortable. 

“Give me the words, baby,” he orders in a soft but firm
voice.

“Anytime I want to stop, just say the word.  Nothing changes
between us,” I say, then add, “I want this, honey.  I didn’t think I’d ever
want it.  I want it with you,” I end on a whisper.

He growled and slammed his mouth on mine.  I thought the
kiss would carry the same ferocity as the noise that came before it, but it
didn’t.  Soft, slow, sweet and deep.  His tongue sweeping inside my mouth.  My
tongue dancing with his.  When he pulls back, he has one hand on my ass, the
other on my neck holding me firm to him.  I have one hand tight to his shoulder
blades and the other around his waist.  My entire body plastered to the front
of his.  Melted. 

His hands come together at the hem of my camisole, and
keeping his eyes intently searching my face, he slowly lifts my top over my
head and tosses it on the floor beside him.  Next his hands go to the button of
my shorts, popping it before guiding the zipper down.  My shorts pool at my
feet and I’m left in my fancy bra and panty set.  For the first time since his
mouth left mine, his eyes leave my face.  They do this so they can sweep slowly
over my body, from my toes to my hair and back down again.  Then back up again,
this time not making it to my hair but instead settling on my breasts.  I sink
my teeth into my bottom lip, I feel exposed and very vulnerable.  Travis is
still fully dressed and I’m on my way to being fully
un
dressed.  My
hands creep up of their own accord to wrap around my waist, one snaking up in
an attempt to cover my top half, the other heading down to hide my girlie
bits. 

“Hey,” Travis tries to get my attention.

“Hey, baby,” he semi repeats and uses his thumb and
forefinger on my chin to lift my face.

“You’re safe here, Jemma.  Baby, you’ve got the most
beautiful body I’ve ever seen.  Fuck.  And this lingerie. 
Christ
, Jem. 
It’s so fuckin’ sexy and understated.”  He traces the lace edging around my
breast with one hand and using his other hand, he releases my chin and pries my
arms away from my body. 

“This what you been hiding under here this whole time? 
Fuck
,
the amount of times I’ve pictured what was under those sexy outfits you wear.” 
He shakes his head, “whole time you been strutting in silk and lace.  Gonna
kill me from now on, not just
imagining
what you got underneath but
knowing
.”

“Uh, actually, this is the only pair I own.”

Crap.
I cannot
believe
that just came out of
my mouth.

 Ho-
ly
shit.

Shit.  Idiot. 
Shit.

“We’d better see ‘bout changin’ that then,” he says, one
eyebrow raised, lips twitching.

“Actually, what I meant was -,”

“I know what you meant,” he cuts me off.

“Yes, but what I me-,” he cuts me off again, though this
time it’s because his thumb scrapes across my erect nipple causing my breath to
hitch and my throat to make a low moan sound.

“Can’t wait to taste you,” his tongue darts out to sweep my
bottom lip as his thumb takes another swipe across my nipple.  “Lay down on the
bed,” he growls.  My stomach clenches and my panties flood with heat.  I don’t
move to the bed though.  I just stand there looking at him.  Feeling
everything.  Not thinking.  For once in my life, not thinking.  Just
feeling.
 
It feels good.  No, it feels
great.

“Bed, mama.  On your back,” Travis gets right my face, my
body flush up against his as he delivers his command.

“Right,” I whisper as I walk to the few steps backwards
until the back of my knees hit the end of the bed.  Then I sit, then lie back. 
He stalks towards me, his eyes trailing a blaze up and down my body as he
moves.  He leans over the bed, grabs me under the arms and moves me upwards and
inwards until I’m lying in the centre of the bed. 

“Like you in my bed, mama,” he says softly as he looks over
me again. 

I have no reply, so wisely for once, I don’t say anything. 

Travis leans over me and breathes his warm breath over my
satin covered nipple, teasing it; teasing me.  I squirm on the bed and a
whispered breathy, “Travis, please,” falls from my lips. 

He watches my face while his hand comes up to pull the cup
of my bra down under my breast, propping it up for him.  His gaze moves down to
watch my chest and he looks hungry.  Starved.  He repeats the process with my
other breast before leaning in and taking a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh, god,” I moan.  Sparks fly throughout my body and the
ache between my legs turns into a throb.  My hands leave the bed and find
purchase on his head and I hold him to me.  He works my nipple alternating
between hard, fast, soft and slow sucking and licking while using his thumb and
forefinger to roll my other nipple. Then he switches, using his mouth on the
nipple that had his hand, and vice versa. 

“Please,” I mewl, lifting my hips toward him in attempt to
relieve the throbbing in my pants.

“You’ll tell me?”  he asks, his voice gruff.

Huh?

Tell him what?

“Uh,”

“To stop.  You’ll tell me to stop.  Won’t you?” He
clarifies, a hard edge to his voice

“Yes, yes.  I will,” I answer nodding my head.

“Gonna see if your pussy tastes as sweet as the rest ‘a
you,” he mutters as he kisses his way down my stomach.  I gasp as he dips his tongue
in my belly button and swirls it around briefly before continuing down.  He
runs his hands up and down my legs before coming to a stop on the inside of my
knees.  He gently places pressure there and (without much resistance from me)
my legs spread wider for him.  My eyes, which I had trained on the ceiling in a
bid to make myself relax, snap to look between my legs when I feel Travis put
his nose over my panties and then I hear him sniff.  Deep.  Then he moans.  The
sound alone, I think, could possibly bring me to orgasm if I heard a few times
in a row.  I feel him twitch his nose and rub gently from side to side before
inhaling my scent again.

“You smell fuckin’ amazin’, baby.  Fuck, but I can’t wait to
eat your beautiful pussy.”

He stands abruptly and pulls his shirt over his head.  I
watch enraptured as he undoes the buckle then his button and zipper.  Then he
kicks off his boots and then his pants join his shirt and my clothes in a pile
on the floor.  He quickly settles his now completely naked body back in between
my thighs.  In a kneeling position, he slowly slides my panties down and off
before tossing them in the discarded clothes pile. 

My heart is thumping in my chest.  I know he’s going to
touch me
there.
  I want this.  I want this so fucking much.

I feel his finger touch me and I stiffen. 

I force myself to take a breath and calm down.  I remind
myself to stop thinking and just feel. 

Sex between two willing parties is a wonderful thing,
Jemma.  You will get to a point where you will be ready to take that next step,
and join someone in a consensual sexual relationship.  Don’t be afraid, Jemma. 
Don’t let fear hold you back. 
The words from my rape crisis counselor pop
into my head and I feel myself relax.  Travis won’t hurt me.  He has made sure
that I know it is okay to say stop if I need to.  He has taken things slow and
steady so far and nothing he’s done or said has hurt or made me feel afraid.  I
feel safe.  Travis is my safe place.  I can do this.  I want this.

 “You okay?” His concerned voice startles me.

“Yeah,” I give a small smile, hoping he understands the
weight behind that one word.

He searches my face for a beat, then satisfied with whatever
he finds, he turns his hungry eyes back to between my legs. 

“So wet for me, baby,” he murmurs as he runs a finger
through my slickened folds.  “This is mine.  All mine.  All mine,”  he growls
the last part before his mouth finds my centre and he eats me.  My fingers
thread through his hair as I hold him tightly to me.  My hips rise to meet his
mouth and I grind myself against him.  My body takes over and I don’t think, I
just feel.  And it feels amazing.

He works me over and over with his tongue.  It doesn’t take
long until I feel my body tightening.  My breathing is loud, but shallow and I’m
moaning incoherent nothings about how he shouldn’t stop and how it feels so
good.  My body is on fire.  Everything is centered between my legs.  My entire
being is ultra-sensitized.  I can feel his stubbly five o’clock shadow lightly
scraping my upper thighs and it just adds to my pleasure.  I moan loud as he
inserts a finger inside at the same time he says, “let go, baby.  You’re
safe.”  Then he sucks my clitoris sharply into his mouth.  I fall screaming
over the edge as shudders wrack my body.  My legs stiffen around his head,
holding him to me by their own accord.  My back arches off the bed and I see
color behind my eyelids.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” I hear murmured in reverence as Travis
watches me come down from my orgasm. 

Too sated to do anything else, I simply give him a smile,
which I’m sure looks like I’m either drunk or high, because that’s how I
feel.

I watch as he positioned himself between my legs and rolls a
condom onto his thick, hard length.  I lick my lips as I take in the
gorgeousness of his penis.  It’s long and thick with a shiny head that already
has a drop of moisture beading on it.  I want to lick it off.  I want to lick
every single inch of Travis Steele.  My body starts to heat again at the
thought of exploring Travis’s body with only my tongue and lips and hands. 

He positions himself at the entrance of me and stills. 
“We’ll take this slow, baby,” he says quietly.

“Okay,” I breathe, then add, “please, honey,” when he fails
to impale me.

Slowly, slowly he inches inside of me.  It doesn’t hurt like
it did the first time.  It just feels full; stretched.   Once he’s planted
fully inside of me, I hear him take a shuddering breath, then he asks, “You
okay, mama?”

It has to be said, I like when he calls me ‘babe’, hell I
even like the sound of my name rolling off his tongue, but when he calls me
‘mama’, that’s just something else.  It makes my heart go fuzzy and warm.

“Yeah,” I answer, adding on hip lift, “move, honey. 
Please.”

“You got it,” he growls as he slides out and then back in. 
Slowly at first but it doesn’t take long for him to build up the thrusts to a
fast tempo.  It also doesn’t take long for the fire that started burning inside
me again to turn into a full on raging bushfire.