Page 67 of Married to My Master

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Emily

The knock in early evening came as a surprise. She hadn't been expecting anyone before her dinner date, and Ian and she had decided they'd meet at the restaurant. Even then, though, he'd be early, if he was picking her up.

“Coming,” she called, as she headed down the hallway in her black, backless dress and silk stockinged feet, putting on her earrings as she went. Flustered as she was, she didn't ever bother to check the peephole before swinging the door open.

She sucked in a sharp breath when she saw him, her hand dropping from her ear, her lips parting, and her eyes widening in surprise.

Cleanly shaved, hair well-trimmed, bigger than she remembered, dark suit, cream dress shirt, and no tie. And, of course, Dane had those same piercing eyes she remembered from a year ago, when she'd last seen him.

He swept into the house, not even bothering to say “hello.” He didn't need to, and they both knew it. He took her in his arms as he kicked the door closed behind him, slamming it shut with a resounding boom.

She melted at his firm hands as they grabbed her body like he knew it inside and out. Which, of course, he did. He knew her better than any man ever had. He knew all her secret, dark cravings, and he knew how to tease them from her willing body. Her breath came faster and her heart sped up as he crushed her lips with his. She opened her mouth and invited his tongue in.

They groaned like they'd been starving all their lives and a lavish feast had been laid out before them. As if she was light as a feather, he lifted her into his arms, his lips still pressed to hers. He carried her down the entryway, through the living room, and up the hallway to her bedroom. He didn't need to be reminded of the layout, and walked the path as if he'd lived there his whole life.

He dropped her on the edge of bed and, together, they began to tear his clothes off. “Dane,” she started to whisper, to protest what they were doing, what she was feeling. “We sh—”

“No,” he said, taking her face in both hands and kissing her again. “No speaking.”

She nodded, her lust taking control of her. She needed to feel him inside her. She had to be crushed in his arms as he pinned her to the mattress beneath his weight. She needed him like water, or air. She tried to think of Ian, her fiancé, but that only lasted a moment. Here was Dane, the man she'd been longing for.

He shrugged out of his shirt as she gazed up at him, her hands working on his belt buckle. He pulled off his undershirt and threw it aside, then stepped out of his dress shoes as she worked the zipper on his slacks.

Emily couldn't take her eyes from his bare chest, his hard muscles, his knowing, sometimes cruel hands, and the new puckered scars of the bullets he'd shielded her from. She wanted him to take her, to use her, to hold her, and to love her.

Together, they finished stripping him of his clothes and began to work on hers. Luckily, she only had a dress and her underthings on. She reached around back and unzipped her dress, and Dane pulled it over her head.

His lips were on hers again in a flash, his tongue insistent. She opened her mouth to him as he unsnapped her bra and pulled it from her body. Emily nipped his tongue lightly with her teeth, pushing herself into his insistent hand as he cupped her breast and pushed her back onto the bed.

She moaned into his mouth as his other hand dropped between her legs, his fingers tracing up and down the front of her damp silk panties. She cried out a little as he rubbed through the thin material, pressing her hips up and into his probing fingers. She scratched her nails up and down his back, marveling at how much broader he'd become while he'd been in lockup.

“Please, Dane,” she whispered, as his mouth moved to her ear and neck, then down to her collar bone. “ Please, I need you.”

Dane grabbed hold of her panties and tore hard, tearing the fabric with a loud rip. They hung from her hips by the barest of threads, destroyed and useless, as he grabbed his cock and spread her legs with his hips.

She reached down between them, her hands wrapping around his cock, her nails tracing along his fingers. Together, they guided him to her drenched netherlips as she held her breath and groaned.

He traced his crown up and down, parting her lips, and rubbing her clit. “Please don't make me wait anymore,” she pleaded. “It's been so long already.”

He slid into her a short distance, and she cried out, still not accustomed to his length. “You feel amazing,” he growled, as he pushed deeper into her.

She spread herself wider, crying out in pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his lower back and drew him deeper into her.

Together, they moved as one, their bodies quickly finding a steady rhythm as they continued to kiss and as their hands continued to roam. They were like one soul, one melding of flesh, as Dane pleasured her and she pleasured him, their bodies moving against one another.

Her first orgasm came quickly, a sudden surprise of pleasure that seemed to explode inside her body. She shuddered and clung tighter to his muscular body, her nails digging into his back as they kissed again. She'd never felt a need like this, or such pleasure before, and she screamed out again and again.

“I'm close,” he growled in her ear.

“Inside of me,” she panted. “Please, I want to feel you inside me.”

Soon, they were groaning as his whole body tensed, then began to pick up speed.

Her whole body tensed again as she felt him begin to pulse and grow inside her, until he finally loosed himself within. She cried out as he filled her, her whole body climaxing and shaking around his manhood, massaging and milking him, praying for just one more drop from her former captor. She bit down hard on his shoulder as he cried out again, his body shaking like a leaf, sending her over the edge one more time.

Eventually, though, it came to an end, and their panting, sweaty bodies were the only reminder of how amazing it had just been.

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