At seven the next morning, when Emma made her way back to their bedroom, the sound of dripping and soft thudding caused her ears to perk. After a while of searching for the cause, she eventually discovered that there was a leak in the centre of the roof, large droplets of rainwater cascading straight onto the mattress.
Will opted for them to move into another bedroom, but they had been sleeping on a double mattress, unlike all of the others in the house who had claimed queen beds, and the only spare sheets Emma had in her suitcase were doubles, too small to fit all the queen mattresses in the house. He watched her explain this, her hands flying wildly in the air and her red curls tousled as she stood there in her pyjamas, presenting to him what she thought was the most impossible situation she had ever been placed in. She was gorgeous and he couldn't wait to spend his life with her.
Will further suggested that they simply sleep on top of another bed, even though they had been stripped of linen, but the way Emma's eyes widened conveyed that perhaps it was better for everyone if sometimes he kept his mouth shut. Then she suggested that maybe they could dress a queen size bed in double sheets and try to not move too much and the smaller sheets wouldn't tangle. Will raised his eyebrows and she remembered how they were planning to spend their last night in the cabin and she blushed profusely.
She told him she was going to take her morning shower, and when she came out of the downstairs bathroom, towel wrapped around her head and dressed in a white button down and skinny jeans, he was dragging a mattress down the stairs. She leant against the doorway, a grin from ear to ear as, unbeknownst to her, he huffed and swore under his breath about the weight of the mattress, bringing a palm to swipe across his heavy forehead.
"I thought you were a muscle man?" He turned at her jovial words, a smirk flashing across his face, matching hers.
"You did?" he proudly enquired as he rested his elbows on the banister, allowing the mattress to rest against the wall.
"Uhuh." She crossed her arms below her breasts and he licked his lips as he gazed at her for a moment, drinking her in. He wanted every morning to be like this; not dragging mattresses down stairs, but waking with her in his arms and seeing her without makeup, like a young girl.
He wanted her.
"Tennessee is crazy. Halfway here it snowed on the drive," he conversed, "And now, it's so hot I can't drag a mattress down the stairs." His eyes widened in mock shock and he smiled beautifully at her as she tucked a lose strand of silky wet hair behind her ear.
"It was a little bit warm yesterday, Will. Today is not warm. You are just weak." She enjoys teasing him in and she hopes that in their future she will have the courage and confidence to tease him in more pleasurable ways, because she knows he has been holding back with her. With that thought, he contradicts her idea of him.
"I know it was warm yesterday, you were wearing shorts." She nods, biting her bottom lip. "Your legs looked great in those."
Her face is hot red and she can feel the blush moving like fire over her neck. It's silly; his fingers were inside her last night and this is almost innocent, but she knows he has a secret leg fetish. He never objectified her purposefully, but when she did catching his staring at her, it was never her chest or her behind, it was her legs. She's known for years and she enjoys it, knowing that he wants to touch them. Even when he was married, she would trade her nylons in for creamy bare skin on the coolest of winter days, just to know that he would be watching when she moved from her seat in the lunch room to the bench.
She's embarrassed in the finest possible way so she moves from where she's standing, out of his vision as she moves into the kitchen.
"So I found this double mattress in the kid's bedroom," he yells from the stairs. "I thought we could put it in front of the fireplace and we could sleep there tonight." She blushes as she reaches for the handle to the cupboard, her hand lingering there as she realises what he's doing; he's creating the perfect setting for one of the most important nights of her life.
She hears his footsteps coming from behind her and she feels his hands rest on her waist as he places a sweet, soft kiss to the freckled skin between her neck and shoulder.
"Would you like that, Emma?"He whispers as he places a gentle kiss behind her ear.
Her breath has caught in her chest as she anticipates their evening. "Yes. I would like that very much."
They dressed the mattress in her pale blue sheets together before breakfast, and throughout the day, they both caught themselves staring at the bed, conjuring private, passionate images of how they would spread themselves upon the giant cushion later that night.
It was planned, but there was little pressure. Deep down, Emma knew that if for some reason she couldn't go through with it, nothing would change.
They spent the morning reading classic literature on the swing they pleasured each other on the night before, while the afternoon was wasted by the lake wrapped in a blanket because, finally, a cold front had moved over Tennessee. Will made mushroom risotto for dinner while Emma showered again and dressed herself in what she believed was the raciest lingerie ever materialised, but was in fact simple black lace that made her breasts look amazing. She stood before the mirror running her hands over her breasts, feeling her nipple harden beneath the layer of soft lace, and she could see it pucker in her reflection. She trailed her hand down over her abdomen and smiled with pride, content with the shape of her body and the flatness of her stomach. She knew she was beautiful, but now, she was sexy, too, and the beige wool dress she had opted to wear hugged her minimal curves in an explicit manner.
During dinner, they spoke about their childhoods and their first kisses and their family vacations. Then he told her that he wanted three kids and she told him she wanted four and he placed his fork down in mock defeat and joked that their relationship was over and she giggled like a school girl. He watched the way she ate and spoke to him and occasionally, their bare feet would touch under the table and he couldn't think of anything more perfect than this. This was where he was supposed to be and he imagined them making love on their honeymoon in Ireland and going to parent teacher interviews together and caressing her swollen belly when she was pregnant with their fourth child, because as of twenty minutes ago, he had resided to the fact that he wanted no less than four children.
They cleaned up the dishes together and he sang along with the country music on the radio, which was tuned to the only frequency they could receive. Eventually, she joined in and after he had helped her dry the dishes, he kissed her long and hard.
They stood there in the kitchen kissing for a long time, sighing into kisses that were soft and loving and open and giving. Emma's tongue caressed his confidently and his hands rested on her forearms as he returned the touch. Eventually, he pulled back and told her that he would start a fire before he caught the goose bumps that she had all over her skin and she smiled at him cautiously before placing her dishtowel down and telling him that she needed to freshen up.
She didn't freshen up, though. Instead, she rounded the corner into the hallway, out of his view, and hyperventilated to a minor degree for a few minutes. Emma's brain was running at full overload but she wasn't afraid of being afraid. This had all happened so quickly, but as she stood there, she told herself what she knew was the truth- that this was the most wonderful thing that had happened to her in a long time and she didn't want to push it away, but if she had to, she couldn't, because Will wouldn't let that happen.
Her hand was held tight to her chest, her eyes closed, when he found her there like that.
"Oh, sweetheart." His tone revealed the pity he had for her and her troubles as his shoulders slumped in empathy. He brought her into his arms and held her tight, trying to calm her, placing a loving kiss to her hair line. He leant against the wall and brought her with him, resting her head on his chest as her bare toes dug into the wooden floor in frustration with herself.
"Will, I want to be with you, this isn't-"
"I know, I know." He hushed her words as they stood in the darkened hallway holding each other. "I'll spend the rest of my life making you feel comfortable, so if you are unsure about doing what we are going to be doing tonight, I'm more than happy to wait for-"
"No." Her lips crashed into his and she pushed him harder against the wall, capturing his bottom lip between hers and forcing them open, allowing her tongue to tangle with his slowly.
He had little reservation about whether they were rushing things. He was so irrevocably in love with Emma that he knew there was no one who could give her more care and devotion that he could. It was selfish but he knew that she had a habit of settling for people she didn't love, and he couldn't bear the thought that somebody wouldn't love her enough. She was the single great love of his life and he would cherish her forever, in every way.
He turned them around, pushing her back towards the wall with slight force, but softening the blow with the palm of his hand as he gathered her in his other arm. His palm slid from the wood and cupped her cheek as she felt her back flatten against the wall, his eyes reflecting all of the passion and happiness he had invested into their relationship.
She didn't notice at first; he had touched her thighs before in a friendly manner; but as his fingers curved around the muscle on her legs, his wrist bunched her dress up her creamy thighs as his palms travelled higher and higher. She thought it would stop when he got to the line of her panties, but he only continued, gathering the material in his fingers and pulling her dress up past her abdomen, stopping for a moment to admire the black lace that covered her most intimate area. His palms flattened on her ribs as he dragged her dress up over her head and threw it on the floor beside them, his lustful eyes meeting hers and travelling down to her breasts. She could see he was having trouble controlling his breathing, and she wanted to see him naked, feel their chests pressed together hotly.
"I want you." The words left her lips as her fingers began to undo the buttons on his shirt, and she was pleased to discover he wasn't wearing an undershirt.
"I want you, too." He tore his shirt off over his head, making her forget that there were ever any buttons. Her lips crashed onto his sternum and she kissed his hot skin like it was the last time she would see him. Will's hands cupped the back of her legs and lifted her up to him, legs wrapped around his waist, her lovely breasts at his eye level.
As he carried Emma towards the living room, placing kisses on over the lace that covered her nipples, her body moved against his seductively, inching lower to feel the slight bulge in his jeans and she worked on removing his belt successfully. Her chest heaved with his assault of kisses on her chest and before he had even lowered her onto the mattress, her bra had been discarded of and his jeans were halfway down his legs. As he rested himself above her, she rid him of his jeans with her feet, gliding the soles of her delicate feet over his calves. She could feel him, God she could feel him, his length pressed into her panties through his boxers, and he was wild above her. His hands travelled over her body fast and hard, discovering every inch of her and she wondered for a second if that's what her first time would be like. After he quickly removed his boxers and practically tore her panties from her hips, his hand worked its way between her legs and he rubbed his palm against her in the way he knew she enjoyed. Emma knew that if it was dirty and rough, she would enjoy that very much and the way he was kissing her entire body set her on fire that ceased all coherent thought, anyway.
Though, after his had teased her and fiercely ran his gentle hands over her most intimate places, he met her eyes and the desire and lust that had been flaring in his own dissolved into something greater that she couldn't have anticipated if she wanted to. He stopped and took her in, her naked body beneath his, unsure and inexperienced, and her own gaze faltered, drifting lower and landing on his length and she swallowed in shock as her honest self transpired through her complete vulnerability.
"I've never seen another man's..." her eyes were downcast, her eyes adoring his length. "You're beautiful, Will."
His chest ached with her innocence and he gently pushed her onto the mattress, straddling her lightly and his erection brushed over her core softly, causing her to whimper in frustration.
He had felt her body, her breasts, her core, but this was the first time he had seen her, too. The glow from the fireplace lit the bright red hair between her legs on fire and his eyes locked on hers for a moment before he lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss to the top of her pubic bone, a gesture which caused her to tangle her fingers of one hand in his hair, the other hand fisted in her own strands that rested above hair head, spread out on the mattress in waves like a halo.
His kisses moved lower in awe, his lips discovering the woman of his dreams in the most intimate way. He made love to her entire core with his soft kisses, his tongue remaining behind closed lips, but as he rested his lips upon her naked, sensitive nub, her body shook and her hips lifted of their own accord, prompting his lips to open and close over her clit, his tongue darting out to stroke her.
"Touch me." It was a needy plea, but Emma couldn't give it a second thought as her lower torso arched toward his mouth. His hand that wasn't resting on her right thigh travelled over her rib cage, teasingly past her breast and his fingertips trailed lightly over her neck until they met her own that rested in her halo of hair. Are their fingers linked, so too did their eyes, remembering every moment that they had almost given in and hadn't, going home to touch themselves to the fantasy of the other.
He sucked at her bundle of nerves and he felt her quiver and squirm and become wet, and he needed to be inside of her. When his mouth left her suspended in pleasure, he moved up her body and rested his arousal on her stomach and her eyes widened as his lips rested on the corner of her mouth.
"I just need to get the..." He moved off of her and reached to the side of the mattress, ripping the condom open as he balanced on his knees. She sat up on the mattress and watched him roll it on. Their eyes locked and she reached out hesitantly, but then retracted her hand. He watched her suck on her bottom lip as she casted her gaze to her toes and he reached for her fingertips, as he leant over her once again, causing her to fall back onto the mattress. Emma was trusting him with everything, and he was giving her himself so sweetly.
He captured her small hand with his own large one and guided her to feel his erection that rested between their bodies. His hand closed around hers and she dragged her fist over his length, and his hand fell away. Her grasp immediately loosened and he thought she would shy away, but she didn't.
Instead, her fingers trailed over the condom and travelled over his head, feeling warmth and sex overcome her body. She wanted him inside her body.
"Make love to me, Emma." Her eyes shot up to meet Will's at his request and her insides contracted at his breathy tone. All the times he had turned her horny beyond belief, made her soak through her panties and caused her to shudder in his arms, nothing could compare to the tension that her body now felt as they lay before the fireplace.
She rested her body completely still on the mattress as her legs moved from under his and anchored him to her as her bent knees rested high on either side of his hips. Her hand guided his erection to her opening and their eyes locked as he slowly pushed forward, his eyes not on hers, but watching their bodies join.
As he began to slip into her, she was the blushing virgin. They both held their breaths tightly, discovering every sensation that their bodies pleasured one another with. He had never felt anything as soft as her skin, but as he slid into the wet, silky texture of her core, he understood that every imperfection she had made him utterly perfect.
It felt so unbelievably good to finally be inside her in every possible way. She was tight, so amazingly tight, and his lips crashed boyishly into hers, clumsy in his own state of complete vulnerability, trying to remind her that he was here with her. Her lips met his warmly, but when his lips left hers, her head lolled to the side and tears brimming in her eyes.
"Emma, you have to relax."
She was nodding, her head turned to the side and her face contorted and confused, anything but sexy, but as Will looked down at her, his heart filled with more profound emotion than he thought he could handle. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and he had waited forever to see her beneath him, her body encompassing him.
She was clenching her muscles around him, obviously trying to make her pain go away, but every time her insides gripped him he was sure he couldn't hold on any longer, even though he had only been inside her for less than two minutes.
He promised her with his eyes that he would give her time to adjust to everything she was feeling, and he did. They stayed like that, him still inside of her, his mouth caressing her chest for close to ten minutes. It was a first for both of them; he had never been still inside of somebody and nobody had ever been inside of her.
After a while her hands began to trace the curves of his biceps and she shifted lower beneath him, causing him to push inside her more that he already was.
He let out a groan that almost scared her and in her confusion her insides caressed him in a tight grip again. His mouth fell open in pleasure and as the words fell from his lips, "Sweetheart, you have to stop that for a moment or you're gonna make me..."
She did it again, but this time with seductive intent, just to see what she could do to him. She discovered the power that she had as a woman and Emma raised her hips slowly as she began to relax.
"I'm going to make you what?" She knew, but she wanted to hear his definition, because he was so much more experienced at delivering his feelings in such intimate moments than she.
He grunted his reply. "Let go."
"Please don't let go." Her hand swept over his sweaty forehead and rested on his jaw line, her thumb tracing the outline of his lips lovingly.
"I won't." He placed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose as their eyes met shyly, conveying every emotion they felt and their happiness in being afforded this opportunity.
And so they found themselves there, their deepest desires coming to life in the ultimate way.
"God, this feels amazing." The devotion in his words left him unguarded to her, but she was pleased to be doing something right, even though she was barely moving.
"Did you ever think about how it would feel?" She didn't quite have the hang of it yet. She looked content; she was definitely enjoying it; but she wasn't as turned on as he would have like her to have been. He scattered a flurry of kisses on the soft skin of her throat when she breathed the query, so her question was somewhat curious, not spoken with the intent to be sexy.
"Yes." His truthful answer prompted her further.
"What did you want it to be like?" she whispered to him hotly.
He buried his face in her neck, using all of his willpower to not give in at her tone. "Like this. Hot. Tight. Wet."
"Yeah?" she squeaked in arousal. It felt nice, having a warm body inside of her; pleasant.
"Yeah..." He continued to thrust, his eyes closing in pleasure. "Sometimes I would wrap my hand around myself and just imagine it was your hand."
"Really?" She sounded slightly shocked and innocent.
His hands ran along her legs, the soft skin beneath his palms causing him to emit a moan. "God, Emma. You're so sweet."
Will's lips closed around the perfect curve of her throat and he moans again, causing her to arch up into him as his fingers trailed across her flat abdomen. Her nipples were so erect that when he slid his face lower, a nub caught between his lips and he sucked it hard.
While hie payed special attention to the curves of her body, something clicked within her and her face flushed in pleasure.
"I didn't know it was like this... this hot." She panted. "I feel like I'm on fire."
"Yes." He gathered her in his arms and couldn't help but to pound into her a little deeper, hearing her squeak as he brought her leg up higher around his back.
"Oh god." The utterance left her lips in a tone or caution and his attention was directed entirely to her eyes.
"What's wrong?" He slowed his pace, unsure if she was aroused or afraid.
"I can't..." Her hands left their position on his biceps and grasped onto the edge of the mattress above her head.
"You can't what?" By now he knew that she was aroused, but he had no idea what she meant.
"I don't know...You're pushing against something. It..." She let out the loudest, most erotic moan he had ever heard escaped her lips and he had to think of Sue Sylvester playing golf to stop from coming inside of her.
"It's okay, Emma."He knew he had hit her g-spot and he wanted to tell her, because he was so damn excited, and when he's usually excited about something, she is the first person he delivers the news to.
"You feel that, Em?" She nodded and mumbled something incomprehensible. "That's your G-spot."
"Do it again, Will. Touch it again." She panted and he pushed into her again on the same angle, feeling the tip of his manhood rubbing against her pleasure spot as her nails raked up his spine and her back arched on the mattress.
Her hips were rotating beneath his when he said it, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
"Touch me, Emma." Her hands wandered over his chest and her lips met his and he stopped moving inside her and just kissed her, long and drawn out. And then he started moving again, his hands on her waist, anchoring her to the mattress.
He buried his face in her fiery curls as he moved faster, her calves tight around his lower back.
"I want to marry you." It trails from his mouth in a litany of other secrets and her heart swelled as she sighed contentedly, bringing him harder inside of her with her tightening muscles.
"I'm in love with you, Will."
And with that, her deepest confession uttered with such honesty, she heared her own words. He sliped a hand between them and found her clit. He pressed his finger softly on the little nub and his lovers eyes widened and her lips trembled and she arched up so seductively, grabbing his ass softly. As she pushed him deeper inside of her with her fingers on his rear, he felt her fingernails digging into his skin and he realised just how desperate he was.
"Come, Emma. I love you. Please, come for me."
She appeared as though she may have passed out from pleasure and he could feel her insides begin to tremor, so he manipulated her clit with his finger more softly as he teased her with his words.
"I want to watch you come around me."
And she did. Her mouth opened in shock as she experienced what was perhaps the most powerful orgasm of her life, with Will moving inside her and his lips clamped around her nipple. When he felt her beginning to let go, he brought his face up to watch her, her eyes wide and penetrating his loving gaze. Never in his life had he imagined she would look like this in her moment of complete abandon. Her legs shook around him and her chest convulsed and a breathless scream escaped her lips as he pushed down harder on her bundle of nerves. The way her insides stroked him in contractions was almost enough to send him over the edge, but he managed to hang on as he watched her body relax in the sexiest way.
It would be a lie to say that he wasn't proud, being the one and only man to ever make Emma come. But then that pride escalated as her orgasm finished and she continued to rotate her hips and he realised just how much stamina he needed. Her face conveyed every ounce of pleasure that had overcome her body and he wanted to make her come again.
He thrust into her twice more before she moaned and her fingernails gripped his shoulders almost painfully, her walls contracting around him again and his name left her lips in a prayer.
He watched her breathing slow and as he buried his face between her breasts, she tightened her thighs around his hips and pushed him deeper inside her. "You can let go now, Will."
Emma placed her hands on the backs of his thighs and sucked on the shell of his ear, holding him to her as she moved her body beneath him. And then, his sweet, blushing virgin muttered in his ear a confession that almost made him black out.
"I've wanted to feel you inside me, pounding into me for as long as I can remember." He thrust harder and he could feel it; he was close. Her breathing indicated the same thing and he nearly came at the pride he felt that he could make her orgasm for a third time. He wanted to bring her multiple orgasms for the rest of their sex life.
"I know you touch yourself and think of me." She continued. "I do the same. It would feel so good to put my fingers inside myself and imagine they were yours. Now I never have to imagine. I can have you inside of me whenever I want."
At that thought, that he could spend forever with her, his release found him in one powerful thrust, causing her to scream softly in her in release and a series of groans to emit from his mouth, which he covered her own with mid orgasm. She was shaking and he was shuddering and she could feel his warm release guarded within her as he collapsed upon her naked body.
Their bodies were sweaty and sated after years of longing and unguarded desire. Finally, they had given each other everything and now the next chapter of their lives could be written in honour of everything that had occurred in their relationship as of now.
And as Will turned to his lover, his soul mate and his best friend, he knew that in the heat of the moment, the things that had been said would have to be discussed.
But as they lay there in the glow of the fireplace, one word left his lips as a grin formed over hers.
"Hi."
And an introduction was recognised.
AN: I hope this met everybody's expectations. There is more coming (pun intended, again), so don't think this is the end because there are some important things that need to be cleared up, too. This was definitely the hardest chapter to write and the longest, so please leave a review if you have any comments. Thank you so much for reading and I hope this chapter was somewhat rewarding.