Hardwired For Ecstasy (8 page)

Chapter
Ten

Emma
bent her legs again, but without support, she had trouble keeping them up at
this angle. Once he realized that, he moved his arms and repositioned her on
his lap so she could open her legs wide and rest a calf on each arm of the
chair.

“That’s
better. Now place your hands down there first.”

She
did, and then he wrapped his arms around hers, and returned to teasing her
nipples. At first, she merely rubbed her palm over the entire groin, but he
gave her a droll look so she used two fingers to touch her pussy lips and clit.

“Come
on, Emma. Show me what you do when you give yourself an orgasm, and don’t try
to tell me you never do.”

“I
do, but I’ve never watched myself do it.”

“You’re
going to watch now. Thirty seconds, remember? You agreed to give me at least
thirty seconds.”

She’d
come this far. Emma rubbed her clit the way she usually did, and realized this
would be easier than she thought because she was so aroused already. Every time
her gaze drifted to his face, he whispered for her to watch her hand and her
pussy, not him. That was seriously sexy, but she still had to concentrate on
not closing her eyes.

“Baby,
look how fucking wet you are.”

That voice!
It was so damn seductive! She
wasn’t just wet. She was
soaked
. Her
juices tricked down toward her asshole as she moaned out loud and rubbed
harder.

“That’s
it, Emma. Good girl. You’re close. I can feel it.” He grasped her breasts
again, kneading them in very strong hands, and she moaned louder. It was still
a struggle to keep her eyes open, but she was close enough now that she didn’t
want to stop.

When
she was right there, poised on the edge, she lifted her gaze to his face. He
smiled, total delight shining in his dark eyes, and that was all it took. Emma
cried out and gave over to the climax. He groaned softly, nuzzled her neck,
then placed his hands over her fingers and moved with her, intensifying the contractions.

Once
they finished, he gently moved her off his lap, then told her to sit. She did,
still breathing heavily and a bit dizzy from such a strong orgasm. He moved the
chair away from the mirror just far enough that he could kneel in front of her.

“Spread
them again, gorgeous.”

She
did, then gasped as he dived between her legs and licked her pussy. “Oh my
God!”

He
didn’t answer, and this time she had to close her eyes as she threw back her
head and let the sensations overtake her. Leland had never done this to her.
Not once. She’d always wondered what it felt like and now she knew. It was
fucking amazing.

Atticus
helped her stand. Then he pulled her into his arms and held her. “I was hoping
to make you come again, but I’ll do that once I’m inside you instead.”

“Oh.
Oh, please don’t worry about that. That was…” Should she tell him?
Yes
. “That was the first time. I mean
for that. A mouth down there.”

His
look was skeptical. “You’re kidding.”

She
shook her head. “No. Leland always said it was nasty.”

“Leland
is a fucking idiot. Did he ask for blowjobs from you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh,
I see. But that was okay?”

Heat
rose to her face. “He seemed to enjoy them.”

He
cupped her face gently. “It’s all right, Emma. It’s normal that we talk about
your sexual experiences, and since he was the only man you had sex with, his
name is going to come up. I’m okay with it.”

“Well
I’m not. I don’t want to think about him ever again. I don’t want to think
about him when I’m with you. You deserve my undivided attention, and that includes
my thoughts.”

The
look he gave her nearly took her breath away. “I like hearing that. You’re here
because you want to be with me.”

“How
could any woman not want to be with you, Atticus?” Had he lost his mind?

“I
mean you’re here because of
me
, the
person inside, not because of what I can give you. Not the money or the
apartment, or all the shit inside it.”

“I
don’t care about any of that. In the end, that means nothing.” She touched his
chest. “What’s in there is the only thing that matters. All the money and
possessions in the world won’t make someone a good person. A person who doesn’t
lie or cheat.”

They
stared into each other’s eyes for long moments. Gone was Emma’s
self-consciousness at wearing nothing but an open robe in front of Atticus. He
was still fully dressed, but that made this even sexier. It would be so damn
easy to fall for him. He was gorgeous, and what he’d just done for her—both
physically and mentally—touched her more than anything she’d experienced with
Leland.

She
wanted him. Right now. She needed to feel him inside her, and she wanted to
give herself entirely to him, without reservation. Emma shrugged off the robe
and let it fall, then stepped closer to unbutton his shirt. He watched her, a
slight smile on his face, while she removed the shirt and then undid his pants.
She pulled them down, leaving the boxers for now, then helped him out of his
shoes and socks.

When
she stood again, he asked if she wanted him to remove his own underwear.

“No.
I want to do it. Where are the condoms?”

He
pointed toward the nightstand, and she walked over to retrieve one from the
box. She placed it on the armchair, then pulled down his boxers to reveal a
thick, red dick, slick with pre-cum. She licked her lips before she could stop
the gesture, and he chuckled.

“Maybe
later.”

She
grinned up at him. “You have something against blowjobs?”

“Good
lord, no. It’s just that if I don’t fuck that hot, wet pussy of yours soon, I’m
going to lose my damn mind.”

She
put on his condom, although her fingers trembled now, and then she glanced
toward the bed, but he sat in the chair and held out his arms. “Come here,
beautiful.”

Emma
had never had sex like that, with her on top, but she didn’t want to say
anything this time. Instead, she crawled onto his lap and laughed when she
realized he could see her backside in the mirror.

“What?
I want to watch this.”

“I
love that image. It’s decadent.”

He
grabbed her face and kissed her, hard and rough. She moaned into his open
mouth, then reached between them and stroked his sheathed cock. He grasped her
hair and tugged on it just hard enough to excite her, then released her mouth
and took her left nipple into his mouth.

“Oh,
God!”

She
couldn’t take it any longer. Emma lifted her hips slightly and guided her pussy
over his dick. He stopped sucking her nipple to help her, then cried out in
pleasure as he filled her. He grasped her hips and moved her up and down, and
all Emma could do was ride him. It was the most exquisite thing she’d ever
felt, and each thrust massaged her clit in exactly the right way. She came
again easily, and giggled as the realization of what was happening filled her
senses.

“Well
that’s a first. Never had a woman laugh at me during sex.”

She
kissed him, grabbing his face the way he’d done to her. She had never been this
happy. He fucked her like a runaway train, and they both laughed as he tried to
keep kissing her at the same time. She released his mouth and laid her head
against his, moaning softly as the contractions from her orgasm went on and on.

“Oh,
Emma … baby … you should see how fucking sexy you look from the back.”

Emma
glanced over her shoulder, mesmerized by the sight. She watched him move her up
and down while the delicious sensations inside her body went on and on.

“Emma,
I’m going to come.”

He
bucked into her and groaned loudly, then held her close, stroking her hair. She
let out a shaky sigh and kissed his neck. “That was incredible.”

“Best
ever. I mean it. Twenty minutes. Then round two.”

She
giggled. “Round two? Are you sure? You’re pretty old.”

He
let out a surprised sound, then lifted her off and had her over his knees
before she could do
so
much as yell. “Old?
Old?
Did you really call me old?”

Emma
was laughing so hard she couldn’t answer him. When he smacked her ass, she
liked it so much she couldn’t even work up a protest. He lifted her up again
and cradled her in his arms.

“What
am I going to do with you?”

“Anything
you want.”

He
groaned. “Don’t say that. I’ll hold you to it.”

“I
mean it. I’m yours.”

He
gazed into her eyes and shook his head slowly. “How did I get so lucky to find
you?”

“I’m
the lucky one.”

He
gathered her closer and held her for long moments. Emma never wanted to leave
this chair. When they finally stood, he took off the condom and went into the
bathroom. After he returned and she used it, he led her to the bed where they
lay on top of the comforter.

Atticus
curled up with her in his arms. “Sleep with me for a while.”

Emma
snuggled against him, more contented than she’d ever been after sex. “I’m not
going anywhere.”

All
the things Leland had done and said that she’d thought of as special or
romantic paled in comparison to this one perfect evening. Atticus was charming,
funny, and he’d made her feel like the sexiest goddess on the planet. And he’d
done that without showing off or making sure she knew how much money he’d
spent, or telling her countless times how grateful she should be for his
attentions.

She’d
never realized it before, but now that she had someone to compare him with,
Leland Clough was a self-centered prick who had kept her in her place with
guilt. He never let her forget how expensive the hotel suite was or how much
he’d spent on dinner.

He’d
constantly told her that because of his background and education, he was wiser
than she was and she should listen to his advice. Never mind that she had a
graduate degree and he did not. That had never counted for anything in his
eyes.

Leland
also had constantly given her mixed signals about her body, something that had
hurt her deeply. When she’d tell him he’d hurt her, he’d turn it around so that
she became the one who had said the wrong thing. Every single time. Looking
back, she had to seriously question her sanity in staying with a man who one
moment called her curves sexy, and the next told her it wouldn’t hurt her to try
to lose a few pounds.

She
rolled over and gazed down into Atticus’s sleeping face. He had two master’s
degrees and owned a company worth billions of dollars. He designed devices on
the cutting edge of technology every day of his life, and he was trying to save
the planet. He gave regularly to charities and helped support the Storm
Troopers.

And
yet not once in the weeks she’d known him had he put her down because of her
size, her education, or her background. In fact, he admired her intelligence
and her skills, and he obviously enjoyed her body.

He
was perfect, and she suddenly understood why scores of women threw themselves
at him. But he wasn’t with them. He was with her. And she intended to keep him
in her life, and stay in his bed, for as long as he would have her.

Atticus
was the man she’d always dreamed of being with.

Chapter
Eleven

Atticus
woke in the dark. The music was off, and he had no clue how long he’d slept.
Emma was no longer in the bed, and he had a split second of panic when he
wondered whether she’d gone back home.

He
crawled out of bed and turned on the light. The robe she’d worn was still on
the floor, and the musky scent of her perfume mixed with the smell of sex hung
in the air. She wasn’t in the bathroom, so he went into the hallway, frowning.
Someone was singing. When he realized it was Emma, he smiled. At least she was
still here.

He
tiptoed into the bedroom where Emma had placed her clothes and bag last
evening, stopping to listen. She was in the bathroom with the door partially
open, and he didn’t want to invade her privacy, but the soft sounds of
splashing water told him she must be in the bathtub. It was sunken, with plenty
of room for two, so he stepped inside the room.

“You
have a very pretty singing voice.”

“Oh!”
She whirled around, clearly embarrassed. “I couldn’t wake you. You were out
pretty deep, and I felt … sticky.”

He
chuckled softly. “I can’t imagine why. I’m sorry I didn’t wake up. How long
have you been in here?”

“Only
about ten minutes.”

He
shrugged off his robe. “Good. That means the water is still warm.” She’d added
too much bath soap, but the extra bubbles would be fun, so he didn’t mind. He
stepped into the tub and sat against the opposite side. “What were you
singing?”

Her
expression grew wistful. “A German folk tune my mother used to sing to me at
night when I was very young. But I’m not sure you could tell that’s what
language I was singing.”

“It
sounded like German to me.”

“Thank
you. I’m never sure if I remember the pronunciation the right way.”

“Will
you teach it to me?”

She
gave him a look that took his breath away. This woman was amazed by any amount
of attention he showed her, which made him wonder what that prick Leland had
convinced her was romantic or charming. Certainly nothing he’d label as either.

“Sure.”

He
held out his arms. “Not now. Now I want to bathe you.” As soon as he said it,
his dick twitched, and then he realized the damn condoms were in his room. He
stood. “I’ll be right back. Please don’t move.”

He
ignored the water dripping all over the floor and sprinted back to his room to
grab the condoms and a bottle of lube, just in case she wasn’t averse to some
back door action. As a last thought, he grabbed his favorite paddle out of the
armoire where he kept his toys, then snatched the waterproof vibrator off the
shelf as well. Since she had liked being spanked, maybe she wouldn’t mind some
toys?

When
he returned, he placed the items on the floor next to the tub so she could see
them, then climbed in again. He moved behind her and picked up the sponge she’d
been using. Her head was still turned toward the edge of the tub.

“See
anything interesting?” he asked.

“Um,
yes.”

He
couldn’t help chuckling again. Atticus rubbed the sponge over her arms and
legs, although his desire to touch other places was strong. But he wanted to
take his time so she’d enjoy this.

“What
do you plan on doing with that paddle?”

He
washed her nipples and underneath her breasts, slowly. “One guess.”

She
moaned softly and relaxed further against his body. “And the vibrator?”

“It’s
waterproof.”

“Is
it now?”

The
desire in her voice sent his own spiraling out of control. This woman would be
his undoing, and the fact that he didn’t mind it told him he’d finally found
what he’d been searching for all these years.

Atticus
moved the sponge between her legs. She spread them wider, moaning softly as he
washed her pussy. With his free hand he kneaded her breast. His cock was rock
hard again, and he wanted to be inside her in the worst way.

He
let the sponge float along the currents from the jets and picked up the
vibrator. Turning it on, he first massaged under her breasts, hefting them high
with his free hand. Her moans grew louder, so he brushed the toy over her
nipples. She let out a shuddering gasp.

“What
do you think?”

“Don’t
stop,” she whispered. “Please.”

“I
won’t, love. Not until you beg me to.”

He
moved the vibrator between her legs and teased her pussy lips and clit with it,
lightly touching, until she writhed against him and kept trying to push his
hand closer.

“Patience,
beautiful. I want you so hot for me you can’t stand it.”

“I’m
already there, Atticus.”

He
nearly came at the tone in her voice, and he was nearing his own limit for
patience. He pushed harder against her clit with the vibrator, but then asked
her to kneel. He wanted to reach all of her.

She
moved to the side of the tub and got on her knees, resting her arms and head on
the tiled edge. Her breasts floated just under the surface, but he concentrated
on positioning the toy against her clit again. He moved it until her moans told
him he’d found the right spot and rhythm, then slowly he inserted a finger into
her ass.

“Oh
God…”

Atticus
smiled. He had no idea if Leland had introduced her to anal, so he was thrilled
she didn’t mind his finger in there.

“I’m
going to come…”

He
nuzzled her neck. “Go right ahead, gorgeous. I’m going to keep playing, if
that’s all right.”

She
groaned in response, so he continued what he was doing with the toy and removed
his finger, replacing it with two. She pushed back against him, wanting more,
and it was all he could do not to simply fuck her in the ass right then and
there. The hell with the condom.

He
felt her orgasm, so he concentrated on prolonging that. When the contractions
began to subside, he placed the vibrator on the floor next to the tub and rose
up out of the water. “Don’t move.”

“Okay.”

He
donned a condom, with some difficulty, and then moved behind her and wrapped
his arms around her body. “May I fuck you in the ass?”

“Oh
… yes. Yes. Okay.”

“Have
you done that?”

“Yes.”

Uh-oh.
Her voice had changed too much. He
turned her toward him. “But you didn’t like it.”

“It
hurt a bit.” She bit her lip. “Actually, it hurt a lot.”

That stupid mother-fucking son of a
bitch
. Atticus
kissed her tenderly, then picked up the bottle of lube. “It won’t this time. I
promise. Rise up on your knees completely for a second, sweetheart.”

She
did, and then he slid two fingers inside her asshole after slathering them in
lube. “How does that feel?”

“Wonderful.”

“Honestly?
No pain?”

“No
pain. I’m telling the truth.”

He
removed his fingers. “Emma, if this hurts at all I want you to stop me.
Promise?”

She
glanced over her shoulder, her eyes wet. “I promise. Thank you.”

He
kissed her again, then asked her to get back into the same position she was in
earlier when he’d used the vibrator on her. She did, and then he pushed his
dick into her ass, as slowly as possible. He whispered in her ear, telling her
she was sexy and beautiful, and he kept his free hand wrapped around her body
to help gauge her reaction.

Once
he was inside as far as he dared to go, he asked again if she was all right.

“Yes.
I’m just … I’m just amazed it feels so good.”

Her
voice shook, and he knew she was crying. He held her close and fucked her
slowly at first, dying inside, but determined to make this fun for her. He
finally felt her body completely relax, and then moved his hand to her clit,
massaging it gently as he increased the depth and speed of his thrusts.

When
she moaned, he moved inside further and rubbed harder, hoping to make her come
again. It didn’t take long. She cried out in pleasure and surprise as another
climax ripped through her, sending shockwaves to his dick in turn. He couldn’t
have held off his own orgasm if he’d tried. He let go, his cries joining hers,
and then held her close as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

The
water in the tub was getting cold, so he withdrew, wincing as he did so, and
took off the condom. He dried her off, then left the vibrator but brought the
box of condoms with him as they made their way back to his room. Jonas and
Carol would take care of everything. They were used to him having sex in
various rooms of this apartment, and cleaning up afterwards.

Once
they were back in his bed, he pulled the covers over both of them and curled up
behind her, wrapping his arms around her lush, warm body. “
Emma,
that
was … I don’t even have words.”

“Amazing.
Wonderful. Incredible. When can we do it again?”

He
chuckled, kissing her neck. “In the morning, love. I need some serious sleep
now.”

“Me,
too.”

Thank
goodness. His dick was sore for the first time in a long time, but it had been
so worth it. He never wanted her to leave this apartment. This evening had
exceeded every expectation he’d had, and he couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow
would bring.

Emma
was everything he’d ever dreamed of finding. Brains plus beauty, wrapped up in
a lush, curvy body and a heart of gold. What more could any man want? She made
him feel twenty years younger, and he’d been surprised but delighted by how
uninhibited she became with a little coaxing. There was fire in her, buried
deep within. He wanted to unleash it and help her explore all her sexual
fantasies.

He
only hoped those fantasies included having him by her side, because now that
he’d made love to her, and held while she slept, there was no chance he’d be
able to let her go. Never. He wanted her, and Atticus always got what he
wanted.