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"Tell
me," she encouraged him, arching into his touch and reaching again for his
jeans with her free hand.

"Slowly,"
he growled, catching hold of her wrist again. "You'll get what you want,
but slowly."

His
mouth trailed blazing hot down the column of her throat, over her collarbone
and across her shoulder as he pulled her camisole from her. Emma barely
remembered to breathe as her chest tightened and her body came alive with
electric sensations. For a moment Jared seemed to freeze, staring down at her
in silence as his eyes roved over her bare breasts.

He
released her hands as he descended, covering her abdomen in tender kisses and
love bites. His tongue teased her navel, hot and sensual as he tasted her skin,
languid and slow.

From
her navel, he kissed up the center of her stomach to the edge of her breast,
hand moving to envelope and squeeze, caressing her tenderly, gently. Emma
sighed softly at the contact, her back arching as she pressed herself closer to
his touch. Gripping him by the shoulders, she tried in vain to press their
bodies closer together.

"Slowly,"
he repeated, leaning down to kiss her soft breasts. His tongue licked around
each of her nipples in turn, teasing them until they were aching and hard.

Jared's
head dipped lower, his hands running down her sides over her satin-covered hips
and down the sides of her thighs. She lifted her hips as he tugged the fabric
downwards, leaving her clad in nothing but the silk of her panties. His lips
trailed over her skin, laying teasing kisses over her knees and then higher, up
the inside of her delicate thighs.

Being
with him was like coming home.

"Look
at me," he entreated her as his thumbs hooked in the band of her panties,
dragging the scrap of fabric down her legs. His eyes never left hers as he stood
and ditched his jeans, leaving only his boxers in place.

"You’re
so different," she whispered, and his eyes met hers as liquid as metal and
hot as lava.

“But just the same.”

His eyelids lowered as if he were savoring
her words, then he kissed his way up her legs.

“I
want to look at you, baby,” he said, reaching down to grip her knee, lifting her
leg, opening her to his view.

His
hand reached towards her pussy, teasing her labia apart to reveal the swollen
pink flesh of her clitoris and inner lips. The first touch of his finger made
her arch off the sofa.

When she looked
down at him she could see his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers,
swollen and hard in arousal. Finally his mouth descended on her, heated and
eager as he began exploring her with his tongue.

"Jared,"
she gasped at the contact, reaching down to grip his shoulders. Fueled on by
the sound of his name, he repeated the movement, eliciting a light moan from
her.

It felt so unbelievably good she
couldn’t help the way her hips swayed up and down in response.

He
continued to lick and nibble the sensitive flesh of her labia, the tip of his
tongue pressing lower to tease around the entrance of her pussy. Emma gripped
him hard enough that her nails nearly drew blood, his hold on her trembling
knee still firm.

"You
smell so good," he growled softly, pulling away at last to look down at
her. He knelt between her knees, gazing at her as she stretched along the
length of the couch.

She
didn't answer, only reached for his boxers, dragging them slowly down his hips.
The turgid head of his cock sprang free, hard and proud as it stood to
attention. Her hand grazed over his shaft, light and shy as she touched him for
the first time.

Jared
groaned at the contact, his hips jerking under her feather-light touch.

"Oh,"
he said, quietly as if he couldn’t quite believe what was happening between
them.

She couldn’t either, and it was
then that she realized that when something has been a fantasy for so long, it
still holds a dream-like quality even as it finally becomes a reality. “Can you
feel what you do to me?"

His
cock throbbed against the palm of her hand, soft skin over hard flesh.

She caressed him with fascination, marveling
at the heat of him and the masculine scent.

Her thumb brushed over the weeping head of his shaft, smearing the clear
fluid and sending a shudder coursing through his body. The sensation
reverberated through his hips, making him thrust forward into her hands.

"Careful,"
he warned, pulling her hand away gently.

Emma
smiled, delighted that her inexperience didn’t seem to be affecting his
responsiveness to her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him down
to press their bodies together. Her mouth rose eagerly to steal another
breathless kiss from him, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"I
waited so long for this," she panted between kisses, eager to press their
bodies closer together. The heat of his body enveloped her, radiating from his
broad chest and arms in waves. "Make love to me, Jared.

Let me show you how much I feel for you."

He
was positioned so close to her entrance, it wouldn't take much to penetrate
her. Still, he resisted, leaning down to caress her jaw. With one hand he
lifted her mouth to his, gripping his shaft with the other and teasing the head
of his cock between her slick labia.

"Look
at me," he whispered, releasing his shaft to grip her by the hip. She
stilled in his arms, realizing this was it.

All the waiting was over.

Jared
was finally home.

When he eased the head
of his cock into her pussy, she sucked in a sharp breath. Nothing thicker than
fingers had ever penetrated her there. The sensation of his hot flesh, thick
and hard as it began stretching her, made her keen softly. She clung to him,
her soft breasts pressed against his hard chest with each shuddering breath,
and her hips twitched against his grip as he began to slide inside.

"Take
it slowly," he instructed softly. With each fraction of an inch that he
sank deeper into her, she could feel his cock pulsing and eager.

After
eight years of waiting, Emma had little intention of taking her time. Her body
was alight, fire coursing through her veins as her heart beat fiercely against
her ribs. It felt so good, the sensation of him filling her was everything
she'd dreamt and fantasized about for so many years.

"Give
it all to me," she whispered, shifting her hips.

Jared's
breath hissed from between his teeth as he sank fully inside. His eyes met
hers, liquid and dream-like as he began to move.

Fluid and natural, her hips rose to meet the rhythm
of his thrusts. “I’ve imagined this so many times,” he said, thrusting slowly,
taking her ardently, sensually. Each passionate kiss inflamed them further,
until he was thrusting steadily, pressing deliciously against her swollen clit.

"Don't
stop," she panted. Her legs tightened around his waist with each thrust,
wanting more pressure, more friction.

"I've
no intention of stopping," he assured her with a husky laugh. "Not
until I feel your body let go."

"Oh
God," she groaned.

It
didn't take long before her moaning became more audible, and Jared kissed her
silent as the tension built in her body. His hand snaked down between them,
exerting a divine pressure over her clit as he stretched her tightly around his
cock.

“That’s
it, that’s it…don’t stop,” she stuttered as an orgasm, so blindingly intense,
broke over her.

She went limp in his
arms, eyes shut tight as she relished every second of the pleasure he’d given
her.

The rhythmic clenching of her pussy
seemed to drive Jared wild.

His thrusts
became erratic, his breaths shallow pants against her ear.

"Let
go," Emma whispered.

“Give me
what’s mine.”

And
he did. His thrusts ceased as he buried himself as deep as he could go,
gripping her hips hard in his hands. Their tongues tangled as her body twisted
beneath him.

"Oh
fuck," he swore between kisses. "Oh fuck."

His
cock throbbed and pulsed madly as he came, the hot load of his semen exploding inside
her. He slumped against her, the weight of him deliciously overwhelming as the release
of so much pent-up tension seemed to sap him of his strength. A feeling of
intense peace suffused Emma. Now that she’d finally managed to get him to see
sense she was never letting him go.

No
one would ever come between them again.

The
humid air settled around him like a warm, damp cloak as he swung the axe
against the dead tree at the end of the garden that had been bothering him for
months.

He wasn’t sure why he’d been
charging around the place, filling holes, painting over chips, sanding down the
rough banisters and finishing just about every job that needed completing.

Well, Emma had teased him that he’d been
bitten with the ‘nesting’ bug, but he didn’t buy it.

Jared
glanced up to where she was sitting, rocking backwards and forwards on their
porch swing, reading a trashy novel.

Her
ankles were so ridiculously swollen from the heat that he’d ordered her to
rest.

He
swung the axe again, finally breaking through the last of the wood and watching
as the tree tumbled backwards.

Resting
his tool on the ground, he rubbed his friction-chaffed hands on his jeans.

So
much had happened in the last eight months that he sometimes had to just stop
and marvel at it all.

He looked over at
Emma again, her blonde hair fluttering in the gentle breeze that caressed his
own sweaty skin.

She
was like an angel.

A very swollen, very slow-moving angel.

Jared grinned, still feeling unbelievably smug
that he’d managed to take Emma’s virginity and impregnate her that same month.

Just thinking about the first time he’d felt
her body succumb to his had his cock twitching in his boxers.

And
they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other since.

It
was hard to believe they’d come so far, meeting each other through such strange
circumstances and almost becoming stepsiblings. They’d fallen in love
regardless of the situation and had been forced apart for too long.

But
things were good now.

When
he looked down at his hands he rarely thought about the bad that they’d done.
They no longer felt like weapons capable of harm.

Now his hands brought joy and pleasure. They
soothed and massaged his very pregnant wife.

They caressed the skin over her stomach that was protecting their
child.

They showed love.

They worked to support his family.

In
just over a month they’d cradle his baby boy.

He
was a husband and soon he’d be a father.

Once
his hands had been capable of terrible violence, but Jared hoped, more than
anything, that
they’d never be forced to act that way again.

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About the author

Hi!

I’m Holly Stone.

I live, work and write in London.

Writing isn’t my day job but I love creating
characters enough to do it in my spare time.

When I’m not working, writing or parenting I’m reading, day dreaming
about my next book and
tryi
ng to stretch time like elastic!
I love people and
chocolate and stories that grab you by the heart and squeeze. Before I became a
mummy I travelled to cool places and studied ancient things and danced in heels
and drank gin with orange juice. When my kids are grown I am planning to do all
those things again, just wearing longer skirts!