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I hope you all enjoy this first chapter of my new Clay & Emma Collection. Please leave me a note/review if you would like me to continue.
CH 1-Anticipation
Anticipation can be torture, or it can be a tease. Clay and Emma were quickly becoming experts in the latter. Their frequent, forced separations required them to become comfortable with delayed gratification. It could be an unexpected Op that lasted a couple of days, or a months long deployment. It didn't matter. Holidays were missed, dates were rescheduled, and plans were postponed. This was life on Bravo. They were each used to it and dealt with it accordingly.
It wasn't easy, but the young couple made it work. They learned to cherish their time together, stay in contact the best they could while apart, and make the most of their reunions. In fact, looking forward to Clay's return, became somewhat of a pleasure in itself for them. Building the tension and the expectations for their time alone together was something they learned to savor.
This current Op was definitely honing their skills. After three weeks apart, their need for each other, their need to unite physically and emotionally was at a peak. Over his time away, they exchanged as many texts and calls as they could. Most were tame and full of everyday conversation. Then there were those that stated, in explicit detail, the ways in which they intended to reconnect. The images they painted made them both impatient for Bravo's return.
The team rolled back in after an excursion that landed them some intel on when and where they would need to strike to put an end to the local ISIS attacks on the newly formed Allied government. Everyone was riding high on the success and on the knowledge that this was one step closer to them going home.
After his shower, Clay checked for messages from home before joining the rest of the guys to get something to eat. There were several texts from Emma. Most were just quick notes keeping him up on the happenings at home and what she was doing. Apparently, she had gone shopping as there were several photos attached to the final message.
-Can't wait for U 2 get back 2 show you what I got. –
As he flipped through the pictures of her in a fitting room mirror, he instantly went hard and his mouth fairly watered. Each photo was of her in some sexy lingerie. There was lace, silk, and satin in various shades from scarlet to black, to snow white. Several fully encased her luscious breasts and firm bottom. Others revealed a glimpse of her pert nipples or bisected the tantalizing curve of her ass. He immediately shot a response back to her.
-U are so hot Babe! I'm gonna peel everything off you & lick you from head to toe all night long when I get home. -
The thought of doing exactly that, coupled with the erotic images in front of him had him reaching his hand into the front of his boxer briefs. He closed his eyes, imagining the feel of her soft hands on him, stroking, and fondling him. Thankfully, he heard Sonny's loud blustering before he burst into the bunkroom. He just had time to bunch the blanket up around himself and lock his phone before being caught in an embarrassing situation.
Back home, Emma's phone pinged and woke her from her sleep. Knowing it could be a message from her dad or Clay, she immediately reached for her phone. She read Clay's response to her pictures and her breath hitched. Her photos had obviously had the effect she intended, driving him crazy. Just the suggestion of his hot mouth on her caused an immediate flush all over her body. She knew she would have a tough time sleeping tonight. God, she wanted him back home with her in their bed!
The next week drug by for both of them. Clay was tired of waiting around to get the greenlight to wrap things up here and take out the new installation they located. It left him with too much time on his hands. Time that he spent looking at Emma's pictures and imagining every filthy thing he wanted to do to her as soon as he got home. Emma's thoughts flooded with images of him fulfilling the promise in his text.
Finally, Bravo got the go ahead, completed their mission, and they were then back on their flight home to the States.
Clay texted Emma as soon as he had an ETA.
-Should B home around 12. –
-In class 'til 3.-
-Not sure I can wait that long to be inside you. –
Emma was forced to stifle her moan so that she wouldn't disturb others near her in the library.
-I'll try to make it worth the wait. 😉-
-Baby, UR always worth the wait. –
The rest of the flight was agonizingly long. Clay tried to sack out in his hammock, but each time he closed his eyes, he pictured Emma, naked and writhing beneath him. He ended up pacing around, willing the plane to go faster. Finally, he settled into a seat with a beer and tried to endure the ride. About an hour out of Va. Beach Jason approached him.
"Hey, you talk to Emma?"
"Just texting. She's in class today. Why?"
"It's seems a long time since I've seen her. I thought maybe you could come on over to my place and she could meet us there later, once she's done with class, and we could all have dinner."
"Uhh…"
Clay didn't know how to respond. If Jason were just his boss, he could tell him that he appreciated the invite, but after this time apart he needed some alone time with his girl. But Jason wasn't just his boss, he was also Emma's father. How do you turn down a dinner invite from your girlfriend's dad because you have plans to fuck his daughter senseless all night long? He knew that Jason and Emma missed each other while the team was gone too. He couldn't see any way to refuse gracefully. As these thoughts ran through his head, he could see Jason looking at him quizzically. He hoped that his boss couldn't figure out the real reason behind his hesitation.
"I…I guess we could do that," he finally forced out. "I'll text and let Em know."
"Thanks. It's been a long few weeks out there and seeing some family sounds good right now."
It seemed like they would need to endure their longing for each other for a few more hours. Clay informed Emma about their change in plans and followed Jason to his place once they were on the ground.
The timing of the get together was unfortunate, but it couldn't be helped. Since Clay went right over to Jason's place from the airfield, a quick assignation to take the edge off for both of them wasn't even an option. Emma arrived as soon as she could after her classes were over.
Even though they lived together, Jason didn't like to see too many reminders of their physical relationship. So, their greeting was limited to a long embrace and a quick kiss. Both of which, while appreciated, were wholly unsatisfying. It was going to be a long evening, but not completely uninteresting. Without speaking, but by mutual agreement, they began their dance of flirtation that would only build on their anticipation.
Emma greeted her dad next.
"Hey, Daddy! I'm so glad you're home safe. I missed you," she enthused after a long hug.
"I missed you too, Em. Everything good here at home?"
"Yea, everything's fine. It's been lonely…" her eyes drifted Clay's direction. "But I found ways to keep myself occupied."
Jason just smiled, completely missing the underlying innuendo in her comment. For his part, Clay just took a deep breath and went to help himself to a drink.
"Pizza fine with you guys?"
"Sounds good, Dad."
As Jason pulled up the local spot on his phone, Emma went to join Clay in the kitchen. She got herself a glass and turned on the tap for some water. His hungry gaze followed her every move. She could feel his stare penetrating right to her core, making her hands shake as she filled her glass. As he took a sip of beer, she sat her cup down and leaned to whisper into his ear.
"It's the red one."
"Hmmm?"
"I'm wearing the red set."
She watched the expression on his face as understanding dawned. His eyes swept over her form imagining the silk and lace bra and panties underneath her floral shirt and denim shorts. He coughed as he choked slightly on his drink. Jason, on the way to the fridge to get his own beer, stopped and pounded him on the back.
"Okay there, Spenser?"
"Y-y-yea…f-fine. I'm fine."
The look on Emma's face was nothing short of angelic as Jason restarted their conversation. She followed her dad back into the living room as he asked about her classes. She shot Clay a smirk over her shoulder and then answered her father's questions.
The pizza was delivered and the three settled in the living room as Jason flipped on a hockey game. Clay only half listened to his running commentary on the Flyers' chances for the playoffs this season. Jason sat in the easy chair while he and Emma occupied the sofa. After she finished her two slices, she kicked off her shoes and tucked her feet up under her, leaning closer to Clay. Laying his arm across the back of the couch casually, he reached under her hair to draw his fingertips lightly up and down the curve of her neck. Emma ached for Clay's touch as much as his hands itched to caress her bare skin and tangle in her golden tresses. The contact, no matter how slight, caused a shiver to run up her spine. Thankfully, the game had most of her dad's attention, so only Clay noticed her reaction. Next, he dropped his hand to the cushion between them. By stretching his fingers wide, he could just barely tease the side of her smooth thigh. His touch caused gooseflesh to erupt all over her body. She looked over at him and their gazes held. Before she moaned, or otherwise gave herself away, she hopped up and started to gather the plates and napkins to take to the trash in the kitchen.
"Let me help, Em."
He took the pile from her grasp and followed her into the other room. When they were out of Jason's line of sight, he pressed her up against the cupboard, reached around her and placed the dirty dishes onto the counter. She was pinned in place by his strong arms and chest, and she could feel his growing hardness against her ass. She shifted her hips slightly, drawing a growl from low in his throat.
"When do you think we can get out of here?"
"I don't want to just eat and run."
"Neither to do I. But, Baby, if I can't get my hands on you soon, I'm gonna to explode," he whispered as he daringly bent and nipped at her earlobe.
Emma turned to wrap her arms around his neck and pressed herself to him. His hands dropped to her hips as they chanced a kiss. The clash of lips, tongues, and teeth only added fuel to the fire. In the midst of their frenzy. Jason called out, asking for another beer. They tore themselves apart breathlessly. Clay opened the refrigerator and located a new bottle. He moved to take it in to Jason, but Emma's words and her grin stopped him.
"You better let me take that."
"Huh?"
Emma gestured to the obvious bulge behind his zipper.
"You think he won't notice that?"
Scrubbing a hand over his face and then reaching to adjust himself he knew she was right.
"Go on. I'll be in in just a minute."
They hung in there for another thirty minutes before saying that they had to get home to take the dog out. Jason understood, rising to hug Emma.
"Seems crazy for you both to drive. You could leave your car here and get it tomorrow, Em."
"That sounds like a good plan to me. Wanna give me a ride?"
She turned to Clay with an arched brow and mischievous grin. He didn't trust his voice to answer so he just nodded good night to Jason and went to unlock the truck. He helped Emma up and then went to get behind the wheel.
On the way home he rested his hand on her leg and brushed his fingers up and down her thigh. Emma forced herself to be still. All she wanted to do was take his hand and drag it up further, to where she burned for his touch. He could hear her labored breathing in the otherwise silent truck cab. He did his best to concentrate on the road instead of how her heavy breath felt against his skin when he was inside her.
They got home and hurried up the stairs. Koda was there to greet them. Clay patted his head an reached inside to grab the leash off the hooks by the door. Before Emma could get too far, he captured her wrist and pulled her back to him, giving her a scorching kiss that stole her words.
"I'll be right back."
Thankfully, Koda didn't dawdle too much, and Clay was on his way back up the stairs and letting himself in the apartment in quick order. He called out for Emma when he didn't see her in the living room.
"Em? Emma?"
He started toward the bedroom when she stepped out and leaned against the door jamb, wearing only the sexy, red lingerie she purchased.
"I couldn't wait any longer."
Her husky tone and the site before him rooted him to the spot.
"Are you going to join me," she motioned with her finger and then turned to walk back into the bedroom.
He was hot on her heels, closing the door behind them. Part of him wanted to take her immediately, the other part wanted to enjoy at the incredible picture she presented. Her breasts were enveloped by see-through lace cups with just a strip of scarlet silk down the middle, hiding most of her already hardened nipples. The panties were also lace that disappeared between her legs and continued in a silk band between the two halves of her curvy cheeks and met the waist in a tiny bow. He took her in with one sweeping glance. He bit his lip and then pressed her, front first up against the door.
"Emmie, this is all I could think about since I got your pictures, putting my mouth and hands on you."
"Oh God…yes!"
He quickly pulled his shirt off and then pressed kisses to her neck, down to her shoulder. Sneaking an arm around her he slipped his hand behind the lace of her panties and down her mound to her already drenched folds. As he began to fondle her, she could feel the scrape of his teeth against the back of her neck. Her legs started to buckle, and she would have fallen in a heap if not for his body keeping her upright. She was already so close, and he had barely touched her. The weeks of pouring their yearning into texts and calls was potent foreplay. Her hand shot out behind her as she blindly searched for his. Instead, her hand landed on his jean-clad hip and pulled him closer, to grind against him. He reveled in the friction of her undulating ass against his erection. When he couldn't take any more, he stepped back and removed his hand from her. A frustrated whimper escaped her lips. Clay used a finger to turn her head enough to place a deep kiss on her mouth.
"I'm not done yet, Baby."
He then placed his mouth against the top of her spine, reaching just the tip of his tongue out. Holding her hips steady, he traced down the length of her back, savoring the texture and taste of her alabaster skin. Each touch sending an electric current directly to her center. Ending on his knees, he swirled his tongue on the hollow of her back, just above the curve of her behind, knowing it would drive her wild.
"Ahhhh…ahhhh. Clay!"
Her nails scraped against the wooden door as his mouth continued its exploration and he placed nipping kisses over the sensitive skin of her ass.
"Pleeassse…"
As his tongue snuck between her thighs, he flipped her around and pulled her panties down her legs. His large hands cradled her ass as he sucked and licked at her. She lifted a leg over his shoulder, and he felt it curling around his shoulders, pressing him closer as he feasted on her. He flicked his tongue against her bundle of nerves and sunk two thick fingers into her hot channel. As her chant-like moans reached a crescendo, and she was on the edge of her orgasm, Clay reversed his position, massaging her swollen clit with a calloused thumb and slipping his tongue inside her silken core. He wanted to continue up her body, kissing her toned stomach, licking at her navel, and suckling her pert breasts. But he couldn't resist the temptation to keep at her with his mouth. To see and feel her let go and hear her cry his name as she shook with the effort. Those cries had haunted his dreams while he was away. She wove her fingers through his hair pulling him even closer. He could feel her tense up as she rode his mouth and then the last of her control snapped and she tumbled headlong into sheer bliss. Her body went limp as Clay continued lapping at her gently, relishing the musky sweet taste of her.
While she was still almost boneless from her high, he stood up, lifting her, and laying her on the bed. He quickly pushed off his remaining clothes and nestled between her thighs, still slick from her recent climax. He held his weight on his forearms so he wouldn't crush her. Emma came back to her senses when she felt the steel length of him pressing against her. She wound her arms under his and up to clasp his muscular shoulders. Pulling him down to feel all of him, she grasped at his lips with her own, tracing his bottom lip with her tongue. Clay opened to her, and they devoured one another.
Emma managed to undo the clasp on her bra, and the instant he felt her bare breasts on his chest, he shifted his weight to one side and cupped her in his wide palm. He teased her nipple between his teeth, and then took her into his mouth. She arched into him and could feel his excitement dripping onto her stomach. Reaching a hand between them she grasped his length and pumped up and down the shaft a couple times before guiding him to her entrance. Their groans as he filled her were eloquent. This…this was the culmination of all their pent-up desire. After the weeks of being forced to communicate their hunger for each other instead of act on it, finally, finally they were one.
"Em, Oh Jesus baby. I ahhh…..."
"Mmmm…more," was her responding moan.
She bent her legs and wrapped them around his waist, clenching him tightly to her. She rolled her hips and pressed her heels into his back, urging him deeper. Clay kept up his momentum, moving hard and fast inside her. He could still feel the occasional after shock from her orgasm fluttering around him. Sliding a hand underneath her, he lifted her hips slightly, grinding into her. At this angle he simultaneously hit her g-spot and her clit. Emma threw her head back, exposing her throat to his mouth. He dipped his head and licked a stripe from between her breasts up to her panting lips.
"Ahhh! Clay! Oh God, oh God!"
Those were the last words she could utter. His moans joined Emma's whimpers and cries creating a symphony of mutual pleasure that filled the room. He could feel her body start to vibrate with the force of her arousal. Watching her writhe beneath him, Clay sensed his own orgasm building, gathering in low in his belly. Emma too could feel him twitch inside her and knew he was on the edge with her. She raised up to lick at the fine sheen of sweat on his body, swiping her tongue across his pec and up to his jaw.
"Oh…oh God! Emmie, unh!"
She could feel him lengthen inside her and he thrust into her frantically. Then, as she convulsed with her first wave of pleasure, he exploded inside her. They clutched at each other, as if they were trying to crawl inside the other's skin. Somehow trying to get closer as they reached their peak together.
"Baby…missed you," he panted after his release. "Love you so much, Em."
"Mmmm…. love you."
He could feel his strength giving out, so he laid beside her, pulling her against him. Both were still breathing heavily as they tried to recover. Emma placed lazy kisses on his chest and neck.
"It was better," she whispered.
"Better? Better than what?"
She laid an arm across his chest and rested her chin on it to look at him.
"This, being with you again. It was even better than I was imagining all that time."
He cupped her cheek and kissed her long and slow.
"It was. It always is with you, Emmie."
A little while later, she shifted to loop a leg across his. She brushed against his groin and could feel him starting to get hard for her all over again.
"Already?"
"I did say all night, didn't I?"
Smirking, she rolled on top of him and sat up, straddling his newly awakened erection.
"I think I might recall something like that."
He propped himself up on his elbow and sucked hungrily at her nipples before laying back down and answering her.
"Well, by my watch we still have quite a few hours before morning."
Leaning down to nip at his lips, she answered in that deep sultry tone only he ever heard.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
He kissed her again and then echoed her earlier observation.
"Definitely better than aniticpated."