31. Emily

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EMILY

" D an..." I looked up at him, and he looked down to meet my eyes.

"I love you," he said, kissing my lips. It was soft and gentle, passionate but not aggressive. Comforting.

My entire body filled with warmth, like a blanket had been wrapped around me from head to toe. His words brought tears to my eyes, and I could only nod in response. He kissed the tears away before taking his hand and tracing the curves of my face, looking into my eyes. It felt like an eternity that we stood there, our hearts connected in a way I had never experienced before.

Moving toward me, one hand curved around the nape of my neck while his other reached out, touching me with a tender caress that in another time or place would have been romantic. But here we were, together, transparent, facing each other with raw hunger that arose from emotional neediness—the kind you feel when you’re neglected or weren't given enough attention as a child.

Aching for comfort, I leaned closer to Dan, covering his hands with mine as I pressed my body against his. My heart began to race in response to the throbbing between my legs and against him, urging me to get closer still. When he moved back from me, breaking our connection and nudging me backward until my legs hit the bed frame, I whimpered. He pushed gently until the bed stopped my progress. Then he tugged at my robe until it slipped off my shoulders and dropped to the ground. His hands disappeared under the hem of my bra, tugging it off in quick succession until it, too, fell to the floor beside us.

"God you're even more gorgeous than I remembered," he muttered, slipping his fingers into the elastic of my panties. They searched for my moisture, playing at the line where I was wet and where I was still able to control my body. But control was absent in my mind, and he knew it. He pulled away, stepped back, and watched as my body sank to the bed. He yanked off his own clothes until he, too, was naked. Then he slid my panties off, tossing them aside.

He licked his lips and whispered, "God, I missed this," then lowered his face to my mound, flicking my clit with his tongue. Jolts of pleasure coursed through my body, and I felt my own juices flow across my skin as he slid his tongue back up to my slit and into me.

When he caught my clit between his lips, sucking hard with small flicks of his tongue, I felt myself contract once more as the weeks of self-imposed celibacy and abstinence ended. Grabbing his head, I pulled him to me, relishing the feeling of his lips eating me as I shuddered beneath him, coming for the first time in a few weeks. And the way his fingers pushed into me, searching me until I clenched around him, made my body jerk and spasm.

My orgasm had barely waned when he growled loudly, diving in to suck at my soft folds again. I laced my fingers through his hair, holding him tight against me. He flicked me again, this time a little harder with the tip of his tongue. The pleasure was enveloping now, and I was certain if he kept it up, I would come again long before he even penetrated me with his dick.

My body quivered and my legs flexed as Dan's kisses and licks sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. His tongue seemed to be everywhere, licking and flicking every inch of my sensitive skin. He nibbled at my soft folds, found every hidden spot that made me moan louder than before.

I felt his hands running up and down my thighs as his fingers gently kneaded my flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I was so close to the edge, so close to another all-consuming orgasm that I could barely control myself anymore.

"Ahh... ahh... Dan..." I gave warning, but no plea. My body trembled, my legs flexed, and I gasped for air as the orgasm took hold of me. The contractions were incredible and moistened my thighs—evidence of what Dan could do to me without even being inside me yet.

He moved his hands gently up my sides toward my breasts, palming each in turn before giving them a light squeeze that had me arching into him, begging for more.

As the tremors ran through my body, he looked up at me and smiled, moving slowly upward until he was on top of me once again. Wiping off what was left on his mouth with the back of this hand, he reached out for my breast, pinching both nipples with enough pressure to send electric tingles directly between my legs.

His lips parted as he approached for a kiss, his breath on my face warm and sweet. His hands caressed my body. His fingers traced down my sides until they met his cock. He positioned it at my entrance and dipped inside me, and I shook. He kissed me again, this time shoving his hardened cock inside me as we reunited with a shuddering gasp.

My second orgasm had barely subsided as his began to swell. Grabbing a pillow from behind me, I shoved it under my hips, lifting them toward him so that with his next stroke he rubbed against my clit with the base of his dick. With the nipple play and his body rubbing my clit, the last remnant of self-control disappeared and I arched upward, wrapping my legs around Dan's torso.

He thrust deeper then loosed himself from my grasp, finally sliding his hands under my body and gripping my thighs. His body responded eagerly with increased speed and intensity, his motions erratic and desperate. I snapped, my body clenching around him and milking his cock, and he released, the hot cum spewing into me and filling me. He grunted, shuddering in pleasure as my fingers clawed at his sides, and when we were finished, he collapsed next to me, panting.

I rolled over, clinging to him. He held me as he caught his breath. It was cold, but his arms warmed me. I felt so much apprehension still, unsure whether he really wanted to be a father or he had just acted happily surprised when I told him. His response hadn’t been negative, though, which is what I had feared.

“Dan…” I started, looking up at him. He propped himself up on an elbow and brushed the hair out of my eyes.

“I know what you’re going to say.” He was suddenly serious, eyes fixed on me.

“You do?”

“Yeah, you’re going to say you don’t fit. You’re not a part of my world. You’re going to tell me that you don’t belong or I deserve better.” He shrugged. “Maybe you’ll say you don’t deserve me or that you belong somewhere else, but you’re wrong, Emily.” He kissed my forehead, and I curled into his chest. I was going to say all of those things because I felt them. “I am in love with you, babies or not.” His finger pressed under my chin and forced my eyes back up to his. “And I’m not letting anything come between us.”

I felt tears welling up again. “But what about Michael and Grace? They fired me. They want to pay me off to stay away from them.”

“They’re fired if they don’t get with the program. Got it?” He spoke in a firm tone, one I’d only heard him use at work, and it was comforting. I knew he’d fight for me.

“Yes,” I said, nodding.

“And listen to me. I want kids. I want a hundred kids. I want whatever you want, Em.” His hand brushed over my breast and down to my stomach, where he cradled the growing bump. “I want them with you, and only you. I never thought I’d be a good parent, but I know if you’re my wife, if you’re the mother of my babies, I’m going to be okay. You’ll show me what I need to know. We’ll do it together.”

“Yeah?” I asked, sobbing, letting his reassurance wash over me like the waves of the ocean, whisking my fears out to sea forever.

“Yes,” he said, kissing my forehead. “So get it out of your head that I’m upset with you or that I don’t want you, because from the first moment I laid eyes on you, you were the only thing I wanted. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted. I need you in my life. Without you, I’ll have nothing.”

I cried for a few moments, and he wiped my tears away. All of this was so overwhelming to me after weeks of being so scared I'd lost him or that he’d hate me. Charlotte was right the entire time. If I’d have told him, I’d have ended my suffering weeks ago. The torture of it had driven me to depression despite being elated over the life growing inside me. It was more than I could ask for.

“Look at me,” Dan said, squeezing my hip bone. I peered up at him, blinking my tears away. “I don’t want you living here anymore. I can respect that you want to do things on your own, pave your own path. But this neighborhood is dangerous. This apartment isn’t even fit for living, Emily. You are moving in with me. I want you in my bed, in my arms, and in my life forever. I’m not taking no for an answer. I’m in love with you. I need you close to me.”

Nodding, I pushed myself up and sat next to him. He took my hand and kissed one finger at a time before pressing my palm against my belly and holding his hand over it. “You did this…” I whispered, softly smiling as I wiped more tears away with my free hand. I felt his sex draining out of me and didn’t care.

His smile said everything. “ We did this.” He leaned forward and kissed my stomach, then sat up next to me. “And you don’t have to work a day in your life. I’ll provide everything you need. You can be a stay-at-home mom, join the PTA, lead the soccer mom squad… whatever you want.” He chuckled, but I shook my head firmly.

“No. That’s not what I want. I got a degree because I want to have a career. I want to use my skills and talent, Dan. Not that being a mom isn’t the best thing to ever happen to me, but I want to do something with my life.” He looked surprised at how I stood up to him, but his face softened and he cupped my cheek.

“Then you will be the best business manager the world has ever seen. We’ll make sure every one of your dreams comes true.” He paused, then added, “But you’re still not living here a second longer. Pack whatever you need for the next few days, and I’ll send someone to get the rest.” He climbed off the bed and said, “Now, point me to the bathroom.”

I raised my arm in the air, pointing toward the hallway door, and he vanished, not ashamed to walk around naked in front of me. I cupped my baby bump and grinned, still feeling emotional. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought this was the way it would work out. Daniel was everything I ever wanted and so much more than I expected. I loved him more than I even knew I was capable of loving someone. I knew if Mom and Dad just got to know him, they would love him too. I would make it my mission over the next several weeks to make sure my parents knew exactly who Daniel Jacobs was to me, and why.