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“Emmerich! I’m done!”
For the past three hours, Evelie had been stuck behind the mahogany desk in Emmerich’s library, writing and rewriting and scratching out lines until her hand hurt. What’s worse was she couldn’t even take a break. Every time her love noticed her focus fraying, he would say something to the effect of “You’re lovely when you’re focused so intently,” “you really are brave to do this so studiously, Darling,” or, “If you finish it tonight, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
The last had piqued her interest.
Upon finally finishing writing the speech, she skipped over to the chaise where Emmerich lay stretched out with a book. A rather salacious volume if the color in his cheeks was anything to go by.
He pulled her closer with one arm at her waist, gently taking the paper from her hand with the other to inspect her work. “Wonderful, Dear! You are so very talented, I knew you’d find a way!”
Evelie giggled despite herself, saying, “I’ve only written it, Em.” Then, sarcastically, “I haven’t even gotten to the hard part of delivering it in front of my thousands of adoring fans yet.”
“Ah, but you deserve every shred of praise they have to give.” Evelie looked at him skeptically. Emmerich took her by the hands, guiding her to sit beside him. “I mean it, my love. The things you have accomplished this past year are more than most accomplish in a lifetime.”
“You know I didn’t do any of that because I wanted to, Em.”
“Yes, I know. You did it because no one else would. But if that doesn’t say something about you—the strength of your character, your care for life and the people you share it with—I don’t know what does.” Emmerich sighed. This was an old argument between them; one he was sure wouldn’t be resolved anytime soon. “How can I prove it to you?” He lifted her hand to his lips, tenderly kissing the inside of her wrist.
Something dangerous glinted in her eye. “Prove it?”
“Yes, Love. How can I prove to you that you are every bit as deserving of devotion and worship as I believe. That it is not merely my opinion but a fact?” He was pleading with her now, nuzzling his face into the palm of her hand, eyes closed in reverence as he basked in the warmth of her skin.
She smiled at him wolfishly. “You did promise to make it worth my while, didn’t you? You must have some ideas.” Emmerich’s eyes opened just a hair. He seemed to study her for just a moment before coming to a decision. He rose to his feet, hands still in hers, and pulled her gently to his chest.
“I do,” he whispered, breathless.
“Yes….” She leaned up to brush her lips over his ear. “From this filthy novel of yours?” She held up the offending volume between two fingers, waving it just out of his reach before hiding it behind her back.
“Darling—” Emmerich paled, but tried to remain calm.
“You’re not even going to try to stop me from looking? You’re that shameless? Reading smut right in front of me all this time and thinking of me?” Try as he did to stay composed, to tell himself it didn’t matter if she knew what he was reading because the things he had been about to do to her in real life would be so much worse….
He lunged for the book.
Every time he swiped at it, she’d simply move it further away or into some compromising position she knew he was too inflexible to reach. She even dropped it on the floor once just to see if he’d try to pick it up. After several minutes of running himself ragged around the tower, he cornered her on top of the desk. She had climbed on top of it and now held the book far over him, skimming the pages and smirking with delight.
“Who knew the distinguished Professor Emmerich Volkarin had such filthy taste?” She leaned over him, and to his great horror, began to read aloud.
“Is this what you were thinking of while giving me all those pretty compliments? My ‘heaving breasts’? My ‘hips undulating in pleasure’?” Looking him dead in the face and enjoying the way he went pale again, she continued in a salacious whisper. “The way my tight, sopping wet, cunt would taste as you fucked me with your tongue?”
Emmerich let out a shameful moan. He had dissolved into a blushing puddle on the floor right in front of her. Evelie had to stop herself from laughing in delight. She had won. She took a few moments to enjoy the view before taking pity on him and sitting down. She slid off the desk on her rear, leaving the book behind.
“Oh, you poor thing~” She crooned as she pet his hair, running her fingers gently over his scalp. “I was just teasing, Love. Won’t you look at me?”
He leaned toward her limply, wrapping his arms loosely around her legs and looking up with bleary eyes. She helped him up by his hands, took his face between her palms, and leaned in tentatively to comfort him with a kiss.
He pounced. Actually pounced.
She let out a little yelp of delight as she felt herself stumble back into the desk. And before she could say anything, he was on her. His lips on hers, kissing her with a fever-like heat. His hands traveling up and down her hips and thighs as if he couldn’t decide where he wanted them. Her cunt pulsed impatiently.
“Darling, darling, darling….” Emmerich chanted as he lost himself in her neck. She felt a sigh rush from her lips as his mouth traveled from the tender flesh behind her ear down to her collarbone, stopping to suck and nip and claim the entire way. “Evie, I—”
“I know, My Love. I know.” She helped him remove her button-down shirt and her trousers. Once she was almost bare, he brought her hands to his waistcoat and she helped him undress. Down to their small clothes, the pair pressed their foreheads together, basking in each other’s presence.
“You are so beautiful,” he breathed and moved to kiss her once again. As they kissed, she brought his hand up to her breast and unfastened the clasp at the back of her breastband. Feeling the cloth go slack, Emmerich moaned softly and moved to lap at her nipple. She held the back of his head as he suckled her tit, pulling gently at the roots of his hair and guiding him to the other.
He eventually moved to kneel in front of her, pulling a cushion from the near-by chaise and putting it on the floor first.
Evelie felt a swell of affection in her chest and leaned down to kiss him gently. “Good boy, you know I love seeing you take good care of yourself.” Emmerich whimpered against her lips, feeling himself grow hard at the praise.
She leaned back onto the desk on one hand, studying him. The way his eyes shone with desperate adoration. The way he swallowed thickly under her gaze and glanced to her still-covered cunt. “You’ve done so well, Em,” she said as she stretched out her legs on the desk and pulled off her panties inch by inch.
His pupils were blown wide. Like an adoring puppy, she thought. She dangled her panties in front of his face and watched his adam’s apple bob again. She could see his nostrils flare as he tried to take in her scent, not knowing if he was permitted to touch them. He looked so disappointed when she threw them aside, she almost let him keep them. But then she put her legs back over the side of the desk and spread her thighs. He could see the slick oozing out of her onto the desk, a neat little spot of it sitting right there.
“Do you want a taste, Good Boy?” The smile she gave when he nodded was absolutely wicked. She settled herself closer to the edge of the desk, lacing her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. “Come here.”
He eagerly dove forward, lapping at her slick. At the first touch of his tongue, Evelie’s back arched and she gasped. He alternated between suckling on her clit and tongue-fucking her cunt. He whimpered pathetically as her hand tightened in his hair and she pushed his face deeper. She was everything. Her thighs clamped around his ears, the taste of her in his mouth, the sound of her—Oh Maker, the sounds she made. She rocked her hips against him, chasing her pleasure. Her hips stuttered, jerked, and kept riding his face.
“Emmerich, your fingers—” And his fingers were inside her. He curled them up and her hips jerked involuntarily. Time between her thighs blurred. Emmerich lapped at her as long as she would let him until she slid off the desk and pulled him up to taste herself on his lips and kiss him hungrily. He kissed her back with equal fervor.
Somehow, they came to stand in front of the chaise. She was pushing him back onto the cushions and crawling over him. She was arching her back as she rubbed her slick cunt over his cock, just barely letting him catch her entrance, but never letting him inside. She was taking hold of him, smearing his precome down his length and grabbing his hair to make him watch her finger-fuck the leftovers inside herself. Her breasts were swaying back and forth, slapping against her chest as she rode her hand. He couldn’t help but let his own hands roam her body, tugging at her hips. He desperately tried to guide her onto him. Taking pity on him, she pulled her hand out of herself and lifted it to his lips. Emmerich let her slide her fingers over his tongue and whined pathetically as he tasted their combined slick. It took everything in him not to come right then.
“You’ve been so patient, Emmerich. So good for me.” She leaned forward to kiss him sweetly and as she did, slid down onto his cock. Emmerich let out a low, involuntary groan. He felt himself shaking, overstimulated, pulling her as close as he could to feel more more more as she began to grind herself on him. He felt her tighten as she began to bounce, the slap of their slick and sweaty skin echoing around the library.
“Fuck! EmmerichEmmerichEmmerich! Your cock is—so good. Good boy! Good boy, Emmerich! You make me feel so good! Oh-oh yes, come for me, baby, come inside my cunt!” Emmerich saw white, the only sensation that of his almost unbearable pleasure. He vaguely felt a rush of liquid over the base of his cock but couldn’t determine any other sensations. He didn’t know how long he floated in that weightless nothingness. When he came down Evelie was lying on his chest, tracing circles in his wiry chest hair and breathing slowly. He tried to speak but all that came out was a quiet murmur.
“Emmerich?” She sat up slightly so she could look at his face. She frowned a little, her brow crinkling slightly. “How do you feel? You’ve been quiet.”
He pulled her closer to himself, curling around her body and kissing her gently. She kissed him back equally as tender and he hummed contently. “Never better, Darling,” he whispered.