11. Emma
Chapter 11
Emma
O nce all the lads have driven off, shirtless and soaked, I let out a sigh. That was intense, but I think it went well. I bend down to retrieve my jumper and stroll back to the cottage, to find Anna in a state, throwing clothes all over her room and out into the hallway.
"What is this?" I ask as a silk dress hits me in the face and settles over my head.
"Sorry!" Anna yells and drags it off me, leaving me smelling of her ‘going-out' perfume. "I've got a date, and I have no idea what to wear. This isn't London, and all my date clothes scream London!"
"Erm," I say as she flings the dress up into the air and watches it fall to the ground in a pool of black silk. "Firstly, who is the date with? Secondly, where are you going? And thirdly, calm the fuck down, bitch."
She stares at me and inhales slowly. "Okay, it's with Jamie. We are going to some restaurant in Inverness, and okay, I'm breathing."
"Are you? Because it looks like you're holding your breath."
She lets out a burst of air from her lungs and sits on the bed, "Help me!"
"Which restaurant?"
She shrugs. "I don't know. Some Italian place."
"Okay, look. Most Italian places are smart-casual type places, right? Just put on those black trousers," I point them out, "and this top," I pick it up and wave it at her, "and your high black boots."
"You think?"
"Yes."
She flops back to the bed. "Dating is hard here."
I snort. "Dating is hard anywhere."
"Not for you."
"Have you forgotten Carrick already?"
"Oh, yeah. He was a total jerk."
"He was, but forget about him. Jamie is going to be so cute, fawning all over you. I wish I were a fly on the wall."
Anna grins. "He is so cute."
As I help Anna gather the strewn clothes and start folding them, she blushes so brightly that I swear her face might catch fire. "It's just so weird. I'm used to guys who play mind games. Jamie's so straightforward, it's refreshing and terrifying all at once. I swear, half the time, I think he's taking the piss. But then I realise he's not, and it's weird, you know?" She rambles on, and I leave her to it. I have less than two hours to get myself ready for pizza and beers.
I rummage through my wardrobe, pulling out something comfortable but cute enough for a low-key afternoon: jeans that fit just right and a soft pink tee.
Then, I tidy up my bedroom before moving on to the bathroom, living room and kitchen. I'm scrubbing counters when Anna strolls back in, looking calmer. "You okay?" she asks as she watches me cleaning like a mad woman.
"Mm-hmm. The guys are coming over."
"Oh, when?"
"Now-ish," I say, glancing at the clock.
"Oh, fuck. Do you want me to leave?"
"No. Where would you go? Your date isn't until later."
"True." She chews her lip.
"Stay. It's not a big deal. Just pizza."
She nods, but I can see the wheels turning.
Before she can plot further, the doorbell rings. I drop the sponge in the sink and rush to answer it, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. Things are going to move forward with Keir today, but I just don't know if the other two expect to be here when it does.
To my surprise, only Keir is standing there when I open the door.
He looks nervous, shuffling from foot to foot on my doormat. "Hey, Emma," he says softly, his green eyes locking onto mine.
"Hey, Keir," I reply with a smile, motioning for him to come in. "Where are the other two? Still going at it somewhere?" I peer around his hulking frame.
"No, I asked them to leave us alone for a bit, if that's okay?"
My heart beats a little faster at his words. "That's more than okay," I reply, stepping aside to let him in.
Keir looks relieved as he enters, glancing around my cottage. "Place is looking good," he says, almost awkwardly.
"Thanks," I chuckle, shutting the door behind him.
He sits on the sofa, looking strangely adorable for a guy twice my size. His eyes are intent on mine as I sit next to him, making my pulse quicken. "Emma."
"Keir—"
He cuts me off by slamming his mouth to mine, pushing me back onto the couch cushions as he gives me a kiss I will remember for a really long time. His tongue sweeps over mine, his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer. For a moment, I forget everything. It's just Keir and me, heat and fire.
He pulls back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I want you, Emma. I need you," he whispers, his forehead resting against mine.
"Take me," I pant, so ready for him now. I want to ride him like a cowgirl, but not here where Anna could walk in. I grab his hand and pull him up off the couch as I rise quickly. Dragging him down the hallway to my bedroom, I slam the door shut and lock it for good measure.
It's just Keir and me in this room that suddenly feels much smaller.
I take a deep breath, stepping closer to him.
He looks at me with those earnest green eyes.
We stand there awkwardly for a moment, both unsure of how to proceed. Then, almost as if on cue, we both start laughing.
"It's just us," I say between giggles. "No need to be nervous."
"Easy for you to say," Keir replies with a chuckle. "You're not the one who's been pining for years."
His words hit me, and I melt into a pile of goo. "Well," I say softly, taking his hand in mine. "Guess it's time we make up for lost time, then."
Keir swallows but then leans in slowly and kisses me again, gently this time. It's tentative, like he's testing waters that have been undisturbed for years. I kiss him back, encouraging him with every touch.
His hands find their way to my waist, pulling me closer until there's no space between us. The kiss deepens, growing more confident and urgent. My fingers tangle in his blonde hair, feeling the softness I'd only imagined before.
Keir pulls back just slightly, his breath warm against my lips. "Are you sure about this?" he asks, eyes searching mine for any hesitation.
"I'm positive," I reply, my voice steady. "I want this, Keir."
A smile spreads across his face, and he kisses me again, more passionately this time. We move toward the bed, our steps slow but deliberate. He sits down first, pulling me onto his lap so I'm straddling him.
I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, fast and strong. His hands slide under my tee, fingertips brushing against my skin and sending shivers through me.
"Emma," he murmurs against my lips. "You're incredible. I've wanted this for so long."
I smile at him, feeling a rush of lust and love. "Show me how much."
His answer is immediate and wordless. He pulls my tee over my head and tosses it aside before trailing kisses down my neck to my collarbone. Each touch feels like a spark igniting a flame inside me.
He pulls back to pull his tight tee over his head, making me drool as he shows off his ripped abs. I run my hands over his chest and shoulders, memorising the contours of his body.
Keir's hands move to my jeans, deftly undoing the button and zipper before moving us around so I'm lying on the bed, and he can yank them off along with my knickers. I'm left in my bra, feeling exposed but exhilarated as his gaze travels over me.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, cupping my face in his hands as he covers my body with his. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long."
I kiss him again, my heart racing with anticipation. He returns the kiss eagerly, his tongue exploring mine as his hands roam over my body.
He eagerly undoes my bra, releasing my breasts for his pleasure. My body trembles with anticipation as he takes in the sight of me. His burning gaze over every big curve and dip makes me feel desired and wanted.
Keir's skilled hands explore every inch of my body, teasing and caressing until my nipples are hard and aching for more. I moan loudly, grinding myself against him, feeling his cock pressed against me.
I reach down to free him, my eyes wide as I feel the sheer size of him. He is enormous. Licking my lips, I eagerly stroke and tease his cock until he's rock hard and ready for me. He groans softly and lets me play with him before he returns his attention back to me. He touches my pussy softly, flicking his fingers over my clit before driving two fingers deep inside me, making me arch against him.
My body trembles as Keir's hands roam over me. "I want you," I pant, my voice dripping with desire.
His lips find mine in a fiery kiss.
He pushes me against the bed, his eyes burning with raw desire. "I've dreamed of this moment, Emma," he murmurs as he lifts off me to remove the rest of his clothes. His hard body is over mine again, crushing me, but I don't care. He is perfection.
"No waiting," I murmur.
"Ungh," he groans as I tell him to just fuck me.
I spread my legs eagerly as he enters me, filling me to the brim. Our bodies rock together in perfect rhythm, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge. My pussy clenches around his humongous cock that is practically splitting me open. I gasp and moan louder with each thrust. Keir's hands grip my hips, guiding our movements as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment.
"Emma," he groans, his voice strained. "Fuck, you feel so good."
I pull him closer, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Keir, don't stop."
He quickens the pace, our bodies moving in a frantic rhythm. My body responds to every touch, every kiss, every thrust.
Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through me. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to a mind-blowing orgasm. Keir's movements become more urgent, his breathing ragged.
"I'm close," he pants, his eyes locked onto mine.
"Me too," I gasp, tightening around him.
"Come for me, Emma. Let me feel your pussy soak me."
"Ah!"
With one final thrust, we both tumble over the edge together, our bodies shuddering with release. I cry out his name as waves of pleasure wash over me, feeling him pulse inside me as he unloads his cum.
He grunts and stiffens before he rolls us over. Tangled in each other's arms and panting heavily, Keir gently strokes my hair as we catch our breath.
"Okay, so that wasn't how I imagined this would go," he murmurs with a shy smile.
"No?"
"I imagined a lot more of everything, pleasuring you until you wept my name and couldn't live without me, type scenarios." He chuckles, and I grin at him. "But it was perfect. I guess for all the growing up I did, I'm still the same nervous kid around you."
"Well, I think you got over that pretty quickly."
Keir grins back at me, his green eyes twinkling with mischief. "Maybe I'm just a fast learner."
We lay there for a moment longer, catching our breath and enjoying the silence. The reality of what just happened slowly sinks in, and I'm exhilarated. This is new territory for both of us.
"Do you think the other two will turn up soon, or do we have time for another round?"
Keir snorts. "Give me a sec, yeah?"
"You get a few minutes, but let me see if I can convince you first…" I push him onto his back and straddle him, grinding over his semi-hard cock.
He grips my hips with a soft groan. "You have yourself a deal, Emma Louise."
"You know my middle name?" I baulk.
He chuckles. "I may have found out and doodled it all over my Maths book for many months."
Grinning, I tease, "Did you draw hearts around it?"
"Oh, for sure," he replies, taking the tease good-naturedly. "Hearts and kisses everywhere."
"I wish I'd known."
"Nah, you would've thought I was a real geek."
"I wasn't exactly Miss Popular," I point out.
"But you were. Everyone loved you." Keir shrugs, his smile softening. "I guess I just never figured out how to approach you back then."
"Well," I say, tracing a finger along his jawline, "you've done a brilliant job tonight."
He leans into my touch, his eyes closing for a moment before he kisses my palm. "I suppose it's better late than never."
"Always," I murmur and scoot back, taking his cock in my hand and tugging gently before I close my mouth over his tip.
"Fuck, Emma."
I plunge down his length, deep-throating him briefly before I nearly gag but enjoy his appreciative murmur. His fingers tangle in my hair, and I treat him to a rocking blow job before he sits up, his cock standing to attention.
"Now you've done it," he murmurs.
He flips me over, positioning me on all fours. I shiver as he trails kisses down my spine, his hands running over my arse. He ducks his head and flicks his tongue over my pussy from behind, making me quiver with raw desire.
"Keir," I moan, feeling his tongue enter me, thrusting slowly, driving me wild.
"God, you're so fucking sexy, Emma," he murmurs.
He shuffles up behind me and teases me with the tip of his cock, rubbing it against my wet pussy before driving into me again. The initial stretch is intense, and all I can do is moan loudly. This time, he sets a slower rhythm, letting me feel every inch of him.
I rock my hips in time with his thrusts, our pants filling the room. The slow build-up is driving me mad with desire. "You're so fucking perfect, Emma."
His words send a thrill through me. "Harder, Keir," I beg.
He picks up the pace, slamming into me more forcefully. Each thrust hits the spot perfectly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My fingers clutch at the sheets as I arch my back, pushing back against him.
"Emma, you're incredible," he groans.
I can feel another orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust. "Keir…"
"Come for me, Emma," he growls.
The pleasure snaps as I climax hard around him, crying out his name in sheer ecstasy. My body shudders violently as waves of pleasure crash over me. Keir isn't far behind; he grips my hips tighter, slamming into me with a few final, deep thrusts before groaning my name as he comes hard. We collapse to the bed, both of us breathless and smiling happily as we have finally found our place with each other.