The Eccedentesiast

Chapter Forty

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Chapter Forty
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Emma closed the door behind her and leaned her back against it. Her ass pressed against the hard surface and her hair pooled around her shoulders, framing her flushed cheeks. Her hand was gripping the handle and the other dug its fingernails into the palm of her hand.

"I'm crazy," she murmured. "I kissed him back. And I liked it. I loved it. He made me feel . . ."

She couldn't find the right words as she kept trying to figure this situation out. But she didn't want to figure it out because all she wanted to do was go outside and tackle the man.

A man, she thought. Yummy!

She slapped her cheeks. "Stop." She slapped them again. "Damn, control yourself. He's a man, yes. A hot, big, adult, dark, handsome, tall--Shut up, Emma!"

Her breathing became irregular. She was fighting herself at the moment. She hasn't had sex since Tyler, or more like since that night.
And Tyler was the best she's ever had so far. But she was already questioning the idea of a man being way different.

Emiliano was a man, a thirty-six-year-old man at that and she loved older men. She loved it when they had those aging eyes and sexy grins with their hair that grayed over time. She was never the one to think about boys first when she thought about what turned her on. Even when she was with Tyler she always thought about some older man at the beginning of them having sex.

"Dammit." She rubbed both hands down her face. "I can't believe I'm going to do this." She pushed herself off the door and turned around to grab the doorknob.

She looked at her hand as it was getting ready to twist. And she asked herself again, Do I want this?

She's read enough books to know that this wasn't a chance she should bale out of. If she did this, would her experience be just as good as it was described in the books?

She opened the door slowly, the hinges creaking a little, letting him already know that she was ready for whatever was about to happen.

She stepped out of her bedroom and slowly walked on her bare feet towards the living room. She could see the yellow couch as she walked down the hallway and as she got closer, it was soon revealed that he was holding his face in his manly hands.

She stood in front of him, quivering with excitement and fear. There was so much going on that she couldn't decide which emotion to turn to, so she turned to them all on a whim.

"Emiliano," she whispered in an attempt to capture his attention.

Emma leaned down and pulled his hands from his face. She watched his closed eyes harden. She tried not to giggle, she felt like a little girl, it gave her much more confidence when she thought like that.

"Emiliano," she whispered again, feeling his name roll off her tongue. It felt so good as she said it, it was almost as pleasurable as getting rubbed on her sensitive bud.

She moved to straddle his open knees, and moved down to straddle his thighs and then his hips as he sat at the edge of the couch.

His hands were fisted at his sides. There were so many things he wanted to do to her. He felt her flushed cheeks radiate to his and it was just those cheeks he wanted to kiss and touch as he whispered dirty things into the silence before the oh-so-orgasmic storm.

She rested her hands flat on her thighs as she tilted her head and looked at his closed eyes. Even if she was on top right now, they were eye-leveled. She could see directly into him if he opened his eyes right now, she would see the lust that's hiding behind them and the self-control that was soon going to be running out the door.