He Stares Back

Chap. 14: Finish What We Started

(Picture of Emily in Christian's t-shirt)

The smell of coffee fills Christian's nostrils as he pours the hot liquid into his cup. He is filled sexual satisfaction and joy, wishing the previous night's pleasures had never ended. The tender moments that had lasted to what seemed like a lifetime. Christian can still feel Emily's lips brush up against his burning hot chest as she slowly rode him. Her sweet, tender words leaving him feeling weak in his knees. And if anybody who really knew Christian Taylor, they would know that Christian Taylor never allowed anyone to have that power over him.

             Christian had woke up early as he does almost every morning and cuddled Emily for a while before slipping on a pair of loose plaid pajama bottoms. He went down to his kitchen to make blueberry pancakes and sausage for the sleeping beauty upstairs in his bed.

The billionaire didn't want to leave her side, afraid he'd miss Emily opening her eyes first thing in the morning. But he knew she'd be hungry from their late night rendezvous that lasted until morning. Thoughts of Emily being his again makes him want to shout for joy. His penis hardens at the thought of having Emily wake up in his bed every morning. He grunts at his erection, secretly loving how hot Emily makes him without even being in his presence.

Christian grabs the tray of food and whistles happily as he makes his way out of the kitchen to the stairwell. He carefully walks up the stairwell to the second floor of the house. He makes his way down his hallway that stretches half a mile long. When he opens his master bedroom doors, he can see the outline of things in his darkened room. Christian smiles as he sees her motionless body laying in a mix of covers and a blanket. He sets the tray down onto the foot of the grand bed, walking over to the closed windows. He pulls them back, letting the light burst into his room.

The light shines into Emily's eyes, making her groan and pull the covers up above her head. Christian chuckles at her, sitting beside her on the edge of the bed. He rubs her bare shoulders, his erection hardening in his plaid pajama bottoms at her soft moans and sighs as she stretches and flashes more bare skin to him. He leans down and kisses her bare shoulder tenderly, slow. Emily's eyes cracks open, her lips pouty.

Damn, she's so cute! Christian thinks, grinning.

"Christian?" Emily yawns tiredly, "Where am I?"

Christian rubs circles on her back. "Safe. In my house."

Emily's eyes widen, fully awake. "Your mansion?"

The billionaire chuckles, "Yes, my love."

Emily rises, the covers dropping down to reveal her fairly large, perky breast. Christian grunts loudly as he can no longer withstand his hard erection. He kisses Emily's temple before quickly grabbing her tray. Her dark eyes widen at the sight of the blueberry pancakes and sausage, her lips forming a perfect 'O'.

"If you need me, I will be taking a shower." Christian walks over to the bathroom and closes the door.

Emily pouts, wishing he had stayed to talk to her. She tries to recall the night before but it's all dark. The brunette wonders how she ended up in Christian's mansion. The last thing she remembers is her lover thrusting inside her mercilessly.

               Emily quickly gobbles her food as she always does without thought. She occasionally looks to the bathroom door, hoping to catch a glimpse of Christian's beautiful masterpiece. Then she gets an idea.

               The brunette quickly gets out of bed, falling back down due to her weak legs. She tries again and manages to tip toe over to the bathroom. She peaks her head in the gorgeous bathroom, seeing steam drift out into the room from the hot shower. Emily smiles devilishly. She quietly tip-toes over to the stone shower. A moan like sound makes the beautiful brunette freeze in her spot.