Chapter 140

Lizzie was safely strapped into her car seat and ready for the drive back to Lyncrest. She babbled and cooed in the backseat while Will drove. For a few moments, they were a family going for a car ride.
Will reveled in the simplicity of it. There was no drama, no fighting.
Walking into the apartment was surreal. It was frozen in time, untouched by the events of the last 48 hours. It was its own sanctuary waiting for them. Will thought of his apartment across the hall and wondered if it too was frozen.
“You can stay here tonight, if you’d like,” Emma offered after putting Lizzie to bed. She suddenly felt very shy. This was new territory for both of them and neither knew what to do.
“Um,” Will rubbed the back of his neck. What the hell was this? Why did he feel so awkward? Any other time he would have snatched her up and thrown everything off of the kitchen table and had his way with her. But now, he just… couldn’t. He wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to. But it just seemed wrong. At least right at that moment. “I think I’m just going to go across the hall tonight.”
“Oh, okay,” Emma looked down. “I just thought maybe you’d like to stay over for a while.”
“Yeah, no. That would be nice, but I don’t think I should.”
“R-right,” she stammered.
“I’m going to go then…”
“Y-yeah.”
“Okay…”
They stared at each other for a moment, and Emma started laughing.
“Why are we being like this?” she giggled.
“I don’t know,” Will chuckled. “We’re making this so difficult. Why does it feel this way? Is this normal?”
“Unfortunately, yeah. New relationships are always a little weird.”
“We aren’t new though. We’ve done this before.”
“No, Will,” Emma walked up to him. She stood on her toes and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “We’ve never done this before. To be honest, I don’t think anyone ever has.”
“I don’t want to do this the wrong way,” he looped his arms around her body and pressed her flush against his body. “But I don’t know what to do.”
“This feels like a good start,” Emma whispered. Will closed the distance between them and captured her in a kiss. It started slow, exploring the newness of their situation. His hands crawled up and down her back, leaving trails of fire in their path. Her fingers twisted into the front of his shirt as her legs started to become useless beneath her.
The kiss became more feverish as the heat between them grew and soon they were of hands and tongues. Grasping, grabbing, and groping at each other in a frenzied state. They separated for a moment, gasping for air.
“Emma,” Will breathed.
“Yes,” she answered. “Please, yes.”
Will picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. It took every fiber of restraint for him not to kick the door off its hinges. He threw Emma onto the bed and ripped off his shirt. Emma drank in the sight of him. If possible, he was hotter than before. The muscles in his glorious, chiseled chest rippled as her shrugged his shirt off. He crawled over her, crushing her to the bed as he seized her in another blazing kiss. Emma was sure her skin would burst into flames from the intensity of it. While he devoured her, his fingers made quick work of her clothes and soon she was nude beneath him.
Will broke the kiss and moved down to her exposed breasts. He took one in his mouth, reveling in the taste of her. Emma’s breaths came in ragged pants as Will brought her deliciously close to the edge, only to release and deny her sweet release.
“Will, please,” she begged. “Don’t tease me.”
“Sorry, but I plan to drag this out as long as possible,” he said as he kissed his way down the length of her body. “I’ve been wanting this for months. And I intend to savor every last second of it.”
“You’re driving me crazy,” she wiggled beneath him trying to create some friction right where she most wanted it.
“I will tie you to this bed,” he said with that dangerous glint in his eyes that she missed so much.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she purred.
“Now you’re driving me crazy. You’ll pay for that.” Will placed himself between her legs.
“Take those off,” Emma whimpered as she reached from his pants. Will smirked, and Emma shivered. He stripped his pants off and before she could blink, he was inside of her.
“Is this what you want?” he asked as he pumped in and out of her. The feeling was sublime, better than he could have hoped.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Holy shit, yes!” Her hands latched onto his back and her nails dug into his skin eliciting a growl from deep in his throat. He flipped them over, bouncing her up and down on his length. His hands gripped her hips digging into her skin. He imagined the bruises he would leave behind but couldn’t bring himself to care. He filled her, claiming her all over again in a way that only he ever had. She suspected she had been ruined for other men. She was certain of it now. He drew back and thrust inside of her slow and deep. Emma ground her hips harder against him.
“I’m going to fucking break you if I go much harder,” he hissed.
“Then break me,” she moaned. “Please.” Her back arched against him, her breasts flush against his body.
Pressure built inside of her, threatening to undo her completely. Loud moans filled the room as they both gave in to what they’ve been craving for. So many almost moments, and here they finally were. Emma threw her head back crying out as her first orgasm washed over her. She collapsed onto his chest, gulping as air as she could get.
“Oh my God,” she said between breaths. “That was amazing.”
“Don’t start that yet,” Will said, sitting up. “I am nowhere near done with you.”
He was true to his word and had her every which way he could manage to get her in. His name falling from her lips over and over as he gave orgasm after mind blowing orgasm. Her room was a mess. Sheets were pulled from the bed. Their clothes were everywhere. Perfume bottles and hairbrushes lay discarded on the floor from when he threw them off and had right there. She watched in the mirror as he claimed her, making the experience even more erotic.
“Will,” her voice shook with effort. “I can’t anymore,” she said thoroughly spent. “I think you killed me.”
His lips traveled around her body in languid kisses, sending electric sparks through her skin.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said into her skin.
“How are you still functional?” she asked. “My body is completely spent. I bet I would fall over if I tried to stand right now.”
“I don’t need your legs to work,” he pressed a kiss into her neck. “I’ll hold you up.”
“Will…” she moaned. “How can you even think we can keep going?”
“I’ve never felt better in my life.”
The morning found them strewn atop Emma’s bed, tangled in sheets on a bare mattress, in what used to be Emma’s bedroom. She woke first, astonished by the scene before her. Her room was ruined. Absolutely ruined. She sat up, her body protesting and sore with the previous night’s activities. Will’s arm was draped over her, heavy and limp with sleep.
“Wow,” she whispered as her mind replayed what happened. Her hands roamed her own body, feeling the tender places where bruises were beginning to form. She looked over at Will. His slow indicated he was still in deep sleep, no doubt exhausted from their marathon love making.
“Will,” she nudged him. She tried a few more times when he didn’t respond.
“What?” he groaned; his voice was low and husky.
“God, you sound hot in the morning.”
“Hmm,” he smirked. His eyes were still closed and besides his mouth, none of him moved. “Keep that up and we’ll have a repeat of last night right now.
“As tempting as that is, I would like to have use of my legs on at least a semi-permanent basis.”
“Why?” he moved and hovered over her, those molten golden eyes alive with lust for her. “Why can’t I keep you right here?”
As if on cue, Lizzie’s cries could be heard from her room. Emma laughed.
“That’s why.”