“Hey man.” I greeted him, and hugged Gab. I couldn’t get over how happy they looked. He would look at her and smile. Even as we sat down, when they were supposed to be looking at what baby doll showed them, they would exchange this look. I never had that with Vivian.
I would look at Emilia and she would look away. I should be happy she was avoiding this because I knew I wasn’t ready. But it was like my heart was begging for her to fix it.
“I think this is beautiful.” Emilia visibly relaxed at Gab’s approval. I noticed she was holding one of her sketch pads over her chest, probably to cover her nipples. I smiled at the thought.
“Thank you. And this is just for the rehearsal dinner. We can carry it through the wedding or change it completely, it’s up to you.” She smiled kindly. She beamed when she talked about this stuff, she really loved it.
It was how I was at work. Technology and I had always been friends. I understood, it understood me. I could control it, and I was good at it. If I didn’t program something at least once a day, I got a twitch. Mom said it was how I was, even as a kid. But now I was sitting at home in ratty clothes doing mostly nothing.
Emilia made me want to change that.
“We’ll have to think about it.” Gab and Levi looked at each other, but then both glanced at their watches. They really did only have a few minutes to spare.
“No problem. But I’ll go ahead and put this order in. The dinner is Saturday, right?” They stood up, and I stood too.
“Yes, oh and you are welcome to come. You can bring someone too.” Levi said to her, glancing at me. Asshole.
“That’s not necessary,” she countered.
“I insist, with how short notice this has all been. You deserve a good meal.”
S
he nodded and once they said their goodbyes, they left. I texted him for good measure.
Asshole.
“They really liked it. But they’ll have a laundry list for me tomorrow.” I said to Emilia.
She grinned and set her sketch pad back down. I assumed she just wanted me to see them and suffer. My feet moved me before I could step them. I was inches from her, trapping her between the desk and my chest. She looked up at me, eyes wide. God, she was so beautiful it took my breath away.
“You look beautiful today.” I told her. And I meant it. It wasn’t just some ploy.
“Thank you.” She blushed.
There was no way I could stop myself from reaching out and touching the blush of her cheekbones. She inhaled softly but leaned into my touch. Her eyelashes fanned over her cheeks as she did so. I cupped her cheek with my hand and brought her face up to kiss her.
“Tristan,” she leaned back. But she was still close enough I could feel her breath across my lips. She smelled like berries.
“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”
Her breath quickened, but she didn’t.
She didn’t tell me to stop so I crushed my lips to hers. It had been too long. I felt her everywhere, in my fingertips and even my spine. Straight through to my cock that was rock hard in seconds. She deepened the kiss, her lips parting to make way for my tongue.
I kept on, kissing her, claiming her mouth until I needed air. I broke away, my lips went to her neck. She arched back as she caught her breath. I set her on the desk and brought my mouth lower; lower until my mouth closed around her nipple through her cotton dress. She strained a whimper as she bucked towards me.
I trailed my hand up her thigh, slowly until I reached her heated sex. I felt her through her cotton panties, soaking the fabric. I never thought cotton panties were sexy, but she sure does make them that way.
“Tristan, please. Touch me.”
I growled. Hearing her beg was like a fucking best-selling song. She took my shirt off and tossed it aside, raking her nails down my front until she undid my jeans. As she did that I granted her wish, pushing her panties aside to rub her slick folds. I avoided her clit, until she whimpered so loud it turned into strangled moans.
I tugged her dress down around her waist, revealing her pert nipples. Her nipples were hard, pointing towards me. I palmed her breast, working her clit harder, faster, until she was coming in my hand.
“Tristan…oh yes.” Her moan was breathless. And perfect.
But I needed to be inside of her. I kept my eyes on her as she took me from my briefs, wrapping her hand around the head of my cock and positioning me at her entrance. I saw the pleasure flow through her eyes as I entered her slowly. Every inch of me was coated by her, she clenched around me, making me groan; making my knees weak.