SHARING EMMA [18+]

47. Taste of Her

|RYKER|

After the kiss, Emma pulled away and settled back into the chair, her beautiful eyes shifting between me and Dad.

"It's not a dream, right?" she asked after a while, eliciting a chuckle from Dad.

"I assure you, it's not," he got up from where he had been sitting on the armrest of the sofa chair and headed toward the dining room, likely in search of a drink. He turned to glance back at us, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Anyone up for a drink? I could certainly use one."

Emma and I exchanged a knowing look, sharing a moment of understanding.

This was real, and it was happening.

There was no turning back, and none of us wanted to.

I followed Dad into the dining room, while Emma joined us, her presence filling the space with warmth and anticipation. Dad poured a glass of wine for himself and offered the bottle to us.

"To new beginnings," he said, raising his glass.

I poured a drink for Emma and myself before we all clinked our glasses.

A small smile finally passed Emma's pretty face. "I still need to think about it though..." she trailed off, probably wondering if she was spoiling the moment.

I didn't want her to think that she could do anything to ruin what we possibly could have, so I moved behind her and kissed her below her ear.

"Think as much as you want, just keep in mind how it felt a while ago."

To be honest, I didn't expect to get so excited at the sight of Dad and her kissing. But the way my mouth had dried and the way my body pulsed with the need to kiss her just the same, I almost scared myself with these newfound emotions.

Even right now, I'm so damn hard, I could probably fuck a hole in the wall.

But, of course, I knew better than to push for what I wanted, especially when it came to Emma. Dad and I had already decided to let Emma lead this as she wanted. We both wanted to be with her—neither of us wanting to give her up. Therefore, we were both prepared to do whatever it took to ensure her comfort.

Emma's fingers around the glass tightened, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She turned to face me, setting her glass aside and rising on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on the tip of my nose. "I felt amazing. Actually, I've never felt so excited before. But was it the same for you? Did you feel uncomfortable at all?" She then turned to face Dad, pacing the room as she continued, "Because honestly, if this is strange or uncomfortable for either of you, please don't hide it. It wouldn't be fair to any of us. If we're going through with this, if you really want to do this, we need to commit to being completely honest with each other. One hundred per cent honesty. Nothing more, nothing less." She stopped in front of us, her eyes worried. "Do you still believe you can commit to something like this?"

Before I could say anything, Dad finished his drink and set his glass aside. Then, he slowly walked over to Emma, encircling his arms around her slender waist. "Do you want us to prove to you that we can make this work? That we're a hundred and ten per cent committed to making it work?"

Emma remained silent, caught up in the way Dad held her intimately, unafraid to show his affection in front of me.

If he wasn't holding back, why should I?

I joined the two of them, holding Emma from behind and planting a kiss on her nape. "Because we can give you a demo right now, and perhaps that will make it easier for you to decide if you want something like this or not."

Emma's breathing seemed to quicken, and she glanced between Dad and me with a mixture of curiosity and desire in her eyes. She didn't say anything, but her body language spoke volumes. Her eyes fluttered closed, allowing her to focus on the sensations and emotions coursing through her.

Dad's arms tightened around her waist, his touch both protective and possessive, while I held her with a gentle but undeniable passion.

"You see, Emma," Dad whispered into her ear, his voice low and filled with tenderness, "we're not just saying words. We want to show you how much you mean to us, how committed we are to making this work."

I placed soft, lingering kisses along her neck, savoring the sweet taste of her skin. "And we want you to feel every ounce of the love we have for you," I added, my breath sending a shiver down her spine.

Emma's breath hitched, and she turned her head slightly to look at me, her eyes wide and filled with nothing but pure, dark lust. "A demo sounds promising."

"It does, doesn't it?" I said to her, grinning before capturing her lips with mine.

Dad started kissing her neck, pushing the neckline of her top down the slope of her shoulder and trailing his mouth down her chest.

"This is going to be a long night," I said to her.

Emma chuckled lightly. "I can't wait."

"Me too," Dad said, then bit down slightly on Emma's skin. She gasped, and I kissed her harder, harder than I'd ever kissed her before, my passion building up inside me like an explosion I couldn't control, but didn't want to.

Emma's hands ran through my hair, pulling my head closer to hers. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, full of fire and desire. Her hands were moving all over my body, touching me, feeling me, and my hands did the same, exploring her back, her arms, her stomach.

Dad kissed his way down her body, and soon, he kneeled in front of her.

I noticed from the corner of my eye, him working on the button of her jeans and slowly pulling the zipper down. He even made sure to shove her top up and tug the cups of her bra down, revealing her stunning body for himself.

I pulled my lips away from hers and took a step back, taking a good look at her body.

Her breasts looked beautiful, with perfectly rosy nipples that stood erect.

Dad didn't waste any time, taking one of her nipples into his mouth as I did the same on the other.

Emma gasped at the dual pleasure and began breathing heavier, her chest rising and falling. Dad and I switched nipples, and I could feel the stubble on my chin as it rubbed against her breast, but I didn't care. All I wanted in that moment was to feel her, to experience her, to be one with her.

Emma's hands found their way to Dad's shoulders, steadying herself as he began to undo his tie. I took his cue, and I unbuttoned my shirt before slipping it off.

Emma ran her hands over my chest and across my shoulders, exploring her way up my arms. She was the one to initiate the kiss this time, and it was soft, passionate and fiery all the same. It soothed all the hurt inside me, making me forget everything but this moment.

Before doing anything further, Dad gently lifted Emma into his strong arms and carried her upstairs. I followed closely behind them, ensuring I also picked up the clothes we had previously discarded.

The last thing we needed was for the maids to gossip behind our backs, as that wouldn't be in Emma's best interest. Perhaps Dad and I would need to have a conversation about our privacy later, but that could wait.

For now, we had a demonstration to provide, and a challenge to prove to Emma that we were fully committed to sharing her as our own.

That this wasn't just empty words; we genuinely meant what we were offering.

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