He Says He's Just A Friend

Chapter 58 - Feels Like the First Time

Emmett closed the back door, flipping the lock. Something about that tiny motion instantly turned me on.

I couldn't take my eyes off him, searching every inch of him. I dropped my keys onto the dresser and walked over to meet him in the middle of the room. "I want to be with you. Right now. I-If that's okay with you?"

"You mean like what we did this afternoon?"

I shook my head. "I mean, like, everything."

"Well, that's very okay with me. But do you have condoms?"

Feeling heat in my cheeks, I hesitantly said, "I have everything we need."

Emmett leaned in to press his lips to mine. Despite one arm being in a cast, his fingers nimbly undid the buttons on my shirt, without ever breaking the kiss. He put his good hand on my bare chest. My whole body trembled with anticipation.

I pushed Emmett's jacket off his shoulders. He lowered his arms to let it fall on the floor. His hands immediately returned to my body, finding their way down below my waist, massaging me through my pants.

I finally broke away from the kiss to remove my jacket, hanging it over the back of the desk chair. Emmett took the break as an opportunity to remove his own shirt.

My hands roved across all that lovely, warm, olive-toned skin. I pressed my lips to Emmett's shoulder, the hollow of his collarbone, his chest.

My hands shook as I reached for Emmett's belt buckle. I chewed on my bottom lip, unfastening it, moving on to the button on his pants and the zipper.

Emmett kicked his shoes off to the side. When his pants fell down, he stepped out of them and gave me a gentle nudge to move me backwards until my calves bumped against the bed and I could go no further.

I took deep breaths to calm my nerves. It really felt like I was doing this for the time. My breathing grew labored as my heartbeat picked up speed. These things were usually a sign that I was about to have a panic attack, but this didn't feel like that. This was exhilaration, not anxiety. Maybe there was a little anxiety. I worried I wouldn't be good. That I wouldn't know what to do.

Emmett kissed me, easily removing my belt without even having to look. The phrase below the belt popped into my mind, though this was a wholly different context.

Emmett got my pants down with his one good hand. And then his hand was inside my boxers, his mouth still on mine. When he hooked his injured arm around my back, his cast was scratchy against my bare skin, but I didn't mention it. I didn't want to ruin the mood.

Emmett leaned against me, pushing forward until we were both laying on the bed, with his legs straddling my waist. His good hand tangled into my hair.

I gripped his thighs and lifted him a bit, rolling over so that I was now on top, his legs arched on either side of me. I pulled my lips from his to kiss a line down his torso, all the way to his black boxer-briefs. I stood up and removed them with a quick motion that made Emmett giggle and smile wider than I had ever seen. He propped up on his elbows. "Someone's excited."

My eyes dipped from his face. "I'm not the only one."

That made him laugh.

I dropped to kneel on the floor, doing my best to mimic what I'd seen in videos and what I remembered of Emmett's efforts this afternoon. That seemed like forever ago now.

Emmett grabbed my shoulder. "Not so many teeth. Preferably none."

"Sorry." I mumbled, trying to keep the advice in mind as I continued for a few minutes. I was thinking way too much about it, and it probably wasn't any good. I suspected the noises Emmett made were more out of politeness than actual pleasure.