Page 34 of Breaking the Ice

“Fuck!” My fist slams into the tiled wall. This can't be happening; this lunatic is blackmailing me! I need to get out of here, I need time to think. I have no idea how to fix this shit.

“Caleb?” I hear a soft voice behind me. Shit, I thought we were alone. I turn around and see Emma emerging from one of the stalls. There's an apologetic look on her beautiful face. She extends a hand towards me, which I grasp in surprise.

“You heard what just happened?”

“Yes, and I'm terribly sorry. I was disappointed because you took advantage of that poor girl. But Jessica doesn't deserve my sympathy at all. That woman is a complete nut job. What she just threatened you with is insane!” At this moment, my ex doesn't matter to me. I can't believe my luck. Emma has come back to me, I have her again! I pull her into my arms, burying my nose in her silky hair and closing my eyes. Never again, I promise myself, will I risk losing her.

When she eventually pulls away from me and looks up at me, my heart aches with relief.

“What will you do about Jessica?” she asks, concerned. Out of anger towards that witch, I bite down on my teeth. “I don't know yet, but I'll come up with something. I promise. Don't worry.” Trying to appear composed, I gently stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. “What do you say we get out of here?”

She smiles gently. “Sounds like a plan.”

I pull her back into my arms, bringing her face between my hands and kiss her. Damn, how I've missed her and her taste!

Since I want to get out of here as quickly as possible, we say our goodbyes to the birthday boy and his girlfriend and leave. The taxi ride to my loft brings back memories. It feels like an eternity since I escorted Emma home from the Brillant that first night. Back then, she seemed unreachable; today she sits snuggled up next to me. A lot has happened since then. Briefly, Jessica's threats come to mind. I urgently need to figure out a way to deal with that witch. But not today – right now, there's only one thing on my mind: having Emma in my bed.

When we arrive at the loft, I help my beauty out of her coat. Then, I pull her in for a kiss.

“Is there anything else I should know about you?” she asks when I finally let go. The question sounds playful, but I know there's a kernel of truth in it. Emma wants to make sure I don't have any more skeletons in my closet before she commits to me.

“Well, to be honest, I do have a fetish,” I admit, causing her to narrow her eyes. “It's related to sex.” Now, a crease forms on her forehead, but it quickly smooths out.

“Could it be related to bodily fluids?” she speculates.

“You could say that, yes. You've noticed, I take it.”

“I could say that” she playfully repeats my words.

“I can't help it. You just taste too damn good,” I confess, letting her feel that the thought of her juices alone gets me hard.

“Good to know.” Emma grins, biting down on her lower lip. “And what else are you into?”

“The thought of coming on your pierced breasts or the tattoo above your ass almost makes me explode,” I admit, hoping she won't find me repulsive because of it. Shaking my head, I lick my lips. “Now you probably think I'm a pervert.” Damn, I shouldn't have said anything. Emma reaches up, takes hold of my chin, and forces me to look at her.

“I don't know how uptight the women that you had before me were – and I don't want to know! But I'm into kinky sex. Into really hot, kinky sex.” The wicked grin she gives me makes me realize she has no problem with my fetish. Fuck, and I thought she couldn't get any hotter. After our last session – where she sat on my face with her pussy – I should have known she's different from other women. Emma is more uninhibited, more open. I could have seen that from her many intimate piercings.

“And now come, I want to find out how good you taste,” she says in a seductive voice, taking my hand and trying to pull me towards the couch.

“Wait,” I stop her with a painfully hard cock in my pants. “I promise you; I'll fuck you on every single piece of furniture in this loft, but today I want you in my bed.” With that, I pull her back, lift her into my arms, and carry her upstairs.

19

Emma

My phone's alarm rouses me from slumber. Groggily, I lift my eyelids and find Caleb lying beside me. He props his head on a bent arm, watching me.

“Good morning,” I say with a smile, attempting to maneuver over him to reach my phone and turn off the alarm. Yet Caleb seizes me the moment I'm upon him, quickly maneuvering onto his back and seating me astride.

I can feel his boner between my legs.

“Yes,” he answers with a grin on his lips. “Indeed, it is a good morning.”

He grabs my bare breasts with both hands, leans forward and bites my left nipple. A sweet pain runs from my nipple, which erects immediately, down to my thighs. Even though we had sex all night long, I would do nothing else but start the next round.

But I can't do that because of work.

“You just can't get enough,” I murmur and tease him by rubbing my already wet pussy on his erect cock. “What do you expect, with a woman like you?” he growls, grabs my butt and greedily places my pussy over the tip of his cock. Shit, now I have to watch out; otherwise I won't leave this apartment unfucked. And I know it won't be over with just a morning quickie. So, I lean forward to him and tease him with my breast floating above him, just as expected, his grip around my butt loosens as he tries to grab my breasts. I promptly seize the moment and slide off of him. Before he realizes what’s happening, I get out of bed and dart a smug glance at him.

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