Chapter 7: Love
Neal leaned forwards rapidly pulling Emma onto his lap. She inhaled sharply, surprised by his manoeuvre. He then kissed her passionately and she drank it all in. Her hands ran wildly through his hair tugging strands as the frustration inside her grew. Neal could barely believe this was happening; she was in his arms, right now, kissing him with all her energy. She hadn't run away, she had admitted she loved him and he promised to himself now that he would never let go.
His hands pulled at the material clinging to Emma who thankfully criss-crossed her arms and removed the unnecessary article. It was driving him mad. Her lips found his again, even one second apart seemed perpetual. They needed each other so very very much. Emma groaned softly as Neal kissed her neck, that always drove her crazy. His kisses then trailed down to her stomach and he lifted her off his lap, returning to their original position. They managed to unbuckle each other despite continuing their kiss. Soon piles of clothing lay scattered over the room. Neal skilfully unhooked Emma's bra strap, pulling the delicate material away from her un-kissed skin. He then carefully removed its pair item, stringing it down her leg. His pace decreased as he examined her before him. He inhaled in awe at the sight of her. His gaze was filled with affection.
"Neal." Emma moaned with dissatisfaction shifting in the bed sheets.
"Shh" he hummed, kissing her chastely.
"I don't want to rush this." he whispered in her ear, nuzzling it adorably.
"I need you." Emma whined ever so cutely.
"You have me, and you always will." Neal told her tenderly as he finally gave her what they both were craving.
Emma leaned back onto the bed as they united, everything felt so right. She held his waist as he moved at just the right speed. Her body bloomed with him, she felt so complete, like the hole in her heart was healing. Neal caressed her tenderly; he didn't want this to be a moment of lust, but purely of love. She'd asked him to show her how much he loved her and he intended to do exactly that. Emma moaned as he touched her in the precise spots that sent her off the edge. She cried his name in pleasure as he huskily groaned hers, as equally in bliss.
Neither wanted the moment to end.
As each moment passed their impulse grew and their pace fastened.
"Neal." Emma whimpered her breathing heavy and her body faltering.
"Neal!" She found herself crying out repeatedly.
"I...I..." she stuttered.
Neal nodded unable to communicate beside the grunts and groans which escaped his mouth. He was completely transfixed. He kissed her fervently. They were both so very close.
He felt Emma clench as the power overtook her. Her toes curled and her breathing wavered. She clutched the sheets in which she was engulfed and her pleasure peaked. She cried out his name and clung to him dearly. Neal held her tightly as she squirmed in his arms; not too soon after succumbing to his own magnificent release. He breathed "Emma" as her scrunched eyes flashed open.
