"Touch me."
"Why?" he demanded in question, spiteful and bewildered.
She was still, unmoving before him, her legs parted in anticipation. Her tone matched his, though her anger dissolved as he watched her so intently, almost as afraid of her as she was of him. "Because I want you to..."
She drew a breath, tilting her head in question, her red curls spread upon the covers as the back of her bare knees rubbed along the edge of the mattress. His question was soft as he mumbled, "Why?"
She shook her head slowly, biting her bottom lip. "I'm not going to beg you, Will."
"I want you to beg me for it." He could hear her bated breathing, still overcome by the forcefulness he had asserted moments before.
She swallowed in refusal, her head as still as his legs between hers. "I won't."
He lowered his body onto hers, the two lamps in the room illuminating their expressions so intensely. His masculine scent intoxicated her mind, as he lowered his head to whisper in her ear.
"Tell me you want me, or I can't touch you." His tone unnerved her.
"The first time you touched me we didn't want each other."
He began a wet whisper in her ear, "You almost made me come in my pants, of course we wanted each other."
"Will..." he pulled back as she whined in desperation.
"We can't keep doing this, Emma." She sat up on her elbows. "I want you to need me again, as your best friend foremost. The other stuff," he gestured between their bodies, "...this...it doesn't matter so much."
"I just want to feel close to you, again." She brought her palm to travel over his torso, his shoulder and his neck, resting her fingers in the curls at the base of his neck.
She craned her neck to kiss him, her lips finding his in an assault. He parted his lips, as their tongues duelled, finding one another after so long apart. She moaned, slowing her kiss to mould her mouth artfully to his, the only boy she could ever be so intimate with. His hands came to rest on her silk-clad hips, stroking, caressing, adoring. She tasted like cinnamon and sugar, her lips soft with gentle intent, "You're so special, Will."
She pulled him down to her, their lips still attached and moving against wet, hot flesh. Her dainty hand pressed against his shoulder firmly and he fell back against the cover slowly, his head finding its place on her pillow with gentle ease. She watched him, eyes hooded with lust, greed, matching her developing awakening.
She moved, her body young and needy, her mind eager and determined as she crawled over his lean body awkwardly, excited for the both of them.
"I want to do what we did that first night in your bed." She lowered her body slowly, her features radiating anything but innocence, but her lack of understanding for the act that had taken place months before in his bed, contradicted her facade.
Their eyes met as she pressed herself into him softly, the pressure between her legs easing as she straddled his lower body.
He watched her intently as she rolled her hips forward. She was beautiful; her bottom lip caught roughly between pearly teeth, her red curls wild with her movements. As he hardened slowly beneath her, she gasped, arching her back like a goddess. She was an enigma to everyone but Will, and in that moment of opportune clarity, he envisioned her 15 years from now. He saw his future wife, his gorgeous redheaded soul mate above him, her sex enveloping him in a way that made him whole.
His hips bucked into hers as she taught him how to move.
"Help me feel again." Her body fell limp at his movements, collapsing spontaneously upon his chest, moulding her entire form into his. She buried her face in his neck, tasting his skin with her lips and tongue, the velvet texture hot. She smelled like roses and violets as she brushed her hair past his face to return to her position above him.
He shook his head as he continued to move, craning his neck to kiss her. "No."
Her palms flattened upon his firm chest, refusing his lips. "Yes." Her face was flushed, her shoulders faintly covered with a blush. She lost all coordination as the feeling overwhelmed her, a fire burning wildly in her lower body as she threw caution to the burning flames.
He grunted in pure arousal, his features mature and conflicted. "Emma, stop moving so fast."
Their gazes met and locked. "No." The tips of her fingers dug into his t-shirt clad chest as her toes clenched in arousal.
She whimpered softly above him in deep satisfaction, swivelling her hips madly. It was needy and deliberate and selfish, but she couldn't stop and he didn't want to be the one to end it. She grinded against the bulge of his erection, pressing herself into him hard and then easing off as she rubbed her aroused centre against him softly. Sex radiated from her young, untamed body as she sought a release she was certain he could provide her.
He nodded sharply. He watched her, his hips no longer moving, transfixed on the image before him. It was too much; her pale skin, the virginal nightgown, her lips parted and her eyes closed as she panted. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. She wasn't a girl, she was a woman, and he adored her. His hands fell from her hips as his ears filled with gasps and moans and pants, her voice rising as she whimpered and whispered, begging for him to just let her have her way with him.
"Watch me, Will." She arched her chest forward. "Watch me come."
He didn't even know it was happening until her eyes widened and her mouth fell open and her movements became slower and harder, the tilt of her hips pressing into his pubic bone. Emma's body shook as a pathetic cry escaped from her lips, her chest heaving as her release left her in a state of ultimate relaxation.
She paused above him, seductive and grateful. His lips formed the expression 'wow' before her own touched his softly, merely a whisper of regret for distancing herself and thankfulness for what he had just allowed her.
She watched him intently as she rolled her hips softly, and for the first time in their relationship, in her life, she noticed it. As his lids slipped shut and he prepared to succumb to the satisfying pain she was evoking in his body, she saw the tiny scar on his chin. She brought her lips down dreamily, kissing the scar lovingly, softly, until her lips closed around the mark, erotica consuming her soul as she sucked at his marred skin. Emma pressed her chest against his, feeling his arms come to wrap around her waist, holding his lovely girlfriend to him as he gave in to her.
He shuddered beneath her, his release imminent and perfect as her fingers cameto tangle lovingly in his curls, cupping his head in her hands sweetly as he came. As he shook and gasped, pressing himself into her, she placed soft kisses over his face, on his tightly-closed eyelids, upon his forehead ever so gently.
He was silent when he finished, relaxing his hold on her slightly and running a hand up and into her curls as she pulled back. She climbed off of him, sweeping her palm and following fingers across his strong jaw line.
"That was amazing, Will."
He smiled, his features troubled and relaxed. She watched him curiously as he retreated to the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself.
She waited, propping herself up against the headboard, proud of her ability to not feel ashamed after loving Will so closely. Eventually, the bathroom door opened and he walked out, donned in new boxers. Their eyes met and he smiled shyly, tired as he held his hand out to her.
Emma quirked an eyebrow as her gaze questioned him. His smile dropped and she quickly walked over to him, taking his hand as he led her back out to the balcony. Their fingers linked as her heart soared, aching so beautifully for his evident troubles.
"I just don't want it to be like that between us again," he started. "The way it is after every time we are intimate together. Why do you become so distant with me?" His words weren't accusing, only curious and loving and she placed a soft kiss to his smooth cheek.
She watched him, tears on the tips of his lashes, threatening to fall so beautifully. He was vulnerable, a mess really, after every intimate encounter. She wanted to give him her heart because she knew he deserved it. He deserved everything she had, and she knew how to succumb to him, how to love him the way he needed to be loved.
"Because my whole life, everyone has been distant with me." Her hair was curly and untamed, her eyes glistening like his and he licked his lips in awe. "It was all I knew until I met you." She was soft spoken, as always, blatantly sweet in the way she communicated with him.
"You're so loving, Will. But you have to understand that it can be overbearing some times. I need space, too."
They could have been thirty, married with children, so experienced, as he pressed his warm, dry lips to her forehead, so worn out from their activities.
"I missed you."
Her hand cupped his cheek, wiping away his tears as the words left his lips, leaving her speechless and relieved. It was nice to feel wanted, and it was lovely to be needed. But to be missed, the imperfection which caused the desire to be with that person again, was utterly perfect.
His whisper was soft, ignorant of the happiness that she could discover when alone, as he focused on her past loneliness. "I'm sorry that I'm your first real friend."
"I'm sorry, too." Her reply was profound, a deliverance of self-worth and understanding as her hand fell from his cheek. He nodded softly, moving to walk inside as she admired his strong form that had taught her so much about herself in less than a year.
"But, Will?"
He turned, his gaze finding and locking with hers harmoniously.
"I'm so glad you're going to be my lover."
AN: So I hope everyone liked this. I'm going to be tackling a darker concept next chapter that will both individualise and connect this pairing. Have we any thoughts on the blatant sexual themes...too much? Let me know. Your input is most important! And, as always, thank you so much to those who review. It means more than you know.