Shackled

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She shuddered and cried out as he slid his arms around her legs and thighs, tangling them together as he pulled her closer. She let out a soft grunt as his tongue pushed in deeply and then began to rhythmically fuck her tight little slit, his clever fingers moving over her clit.

The pleasure that washed over her was breath taking, making her forget to breath all together as her fingers tightened in his hair. Her body kept straining off the bed as she almost fought the hold he had on her lower body. But Liam was relentless as she bucked and squirmed, her moans turning into high pitched little gasps.

He had her, right there. As the pleasure ballooned and pulsed between her legs and then began to flare. The tidal wave of white hot pleasure that hit her had her screaming. Her hands tightened into small fists in his hair as she screamed his name and snapped tightly. Shudder and shivers racked her body as she let it wash over her, again and again, each swipe and push of his tongue making her jerk like a puppet on a string until finally she fell boneless to the bed. Her fingers went lax, her breaths heaving noisily as she panted and whimpered.

With eyes closed, she licked her dry lips and let out a soft groan/moan, murmuring his name one last time. She could have easily rolled over and gone to sleep right then and there, but she knew...they weren't done, just yet.

 

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She was bucking under him and he knew she was reaching her orgasm. The strength of her hands in his hair surprised him, but it made him lick her slit and probe her warm recesses even harder. His finger was working on her clit and he found himself trying to use everything to pleasure all of her. All the while her bucking and moaning was becoming more desperate and his own pleasure became linked to hers. He wanted her to cum, was willing her to cum.

And finally she did.

She let out a low scream and called his name as with one final buck she came in his mouth. He pushed his tongue deeply into her and held it there as she came, pressing his face into her wet, musky cunt. As the pleasure washed over her in small convulsions, he began to once again run his tongue over her slit and up to her clit. It felt stiff and engorged from the pleasure and he ran his tongue around the bottom of it, taking a little swipe of the top occasionally.

Slowly, she went limp in his arms and under his mouth. Her breathing was ragged and she whimpered his name. He stayed there for a few moments, savouring all of her, making sure that he missed nothing. She was still except for the rise and fall of her ribcage.

Hansen slowly eased himself up on his arms. He revelled in being the pleasure-giver, for making her feel like this. Spent. Satiated.

He slowly crawled over her body, luxuriating in the feel of her silken skin under his, a light sheen of sweat making his passage all the smoother. When his face was above hers, he looked down at her with a crooked smile.

“Inexperienced my ass,” he whispered.

He lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the lips. Then he pressed his groin into her, his hardness almost back to what it had been at the beginning of their love making.

“It looks like we still have more to go,” he said. “Can’t leave unfinished business.”

Tomorrow, the others were coming, but that was tomorrow.

He kissed her again, this time lowering his body further so that his weight was on her. He ran his lips over the side of her neck and then up to her ears. Again he bucked his groin gently into her, his hard cock sliding over her wet lips.

“You have time for a short rest,” he said, “but I think I know how to solve this little, er, large problem….”

 

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She shivered as his warm flesh hit her own, sliding slightly from the sweat that coated her skin, making it glow slightly. His soft teasing whisper made he smile, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. “Well...you're a very good teacher. Maybe I should start calling you Professor.”

Her smile died a little as he bucked against her core, his hardness rubbing against her sensitive clit and slit, her flesh all swollen and ready for him. She gasped, her body moving slowly to meet his own, her hips tilting and pressing, her shoulders pulling back and breasts pushing upwards to meet his chest.

With his weight against her own, they were belly to belly and she moaned as he kissed her. The taste of her on his lips. Not unpleasant, but rather erotic. A very pleasant reminder of what he just done. Another shiver of delight followed as he brushed his lips against her neck and continued to murmur in her ear, his voice thick and husky. Her heart fluttered, her pulse picking right back up.

Her fingers slid over his back and caressed him, her knees bending to captured the sides of his hips as she dug her heels in the bed and rocking up to meet his bucking hips. “Mmmmm....I don't know about a rest. I wouldn't want to waste any time.” She breathed, his cock slipping back and forth and when the blunt head pressed against her opening, she gasped and then moaned loudly,wrapping a leg around him and dropping her knee to the side, trying to give him greater access as she pushed her hips against his own. “Oh yes...we should solve this problem..."

 

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Hansen laughed. What was he, if not a problem solver?

His cock was pressed against his belly as he rubbed it slowly over Emma’s wet cunt lips. He pushed himself up slightly so that he could look at her as he rocked over her body. She was flushed, but she looked ready and willing for more.

No rest for the wicked.

“Oh yes...we should solve this problem..." she said with a hint of wantonness.

He smiled down at her.

“I think I’ve created a monster,” he said and swooped down to give her a quick kiss again. "Not a scary monster...."

Her feet crawled up his body to wrap around the backs of his thighs and her knees feel away. He angled his hips, his cock poised above her wet entrance. He hovered there for a few moments, looking down at her, feeling her want and then he began to lower himself.

He felt his cock push at the entrance to her warm cunt. There was little resistance as she was wet from her juices and his tongue. The head of his cock passed into her and then he thrust himself in fully, all the while looking down at her.

“Emma,” he moaned and then began to slowly pump his cock in and out of her, drawing it out all the way to the head and then easing it back all the way in until he felt like he was hitting the bottom of her warm depths.

He lowered himself down so that he could kiss her as he fucked her, feel her body crushed under him. He placed his hands under her head so that he could lift that beautiful face towards him. He was lost now in a milieu of kissing, fucking, holding. He rocked harder and harder, pumping his cock into her, grinding into her.

He sat back up a little on his haunches. He wanted to keep kissing her, tasting her mouth, but he also wanted fuck her as deeply as he could, push his cock into her further than he had been. He grabbed her ankles and pulled them up so that her feet were beside his head. Small, pretty feet and he kissed the underside of them gently. Then he pushed his cock into her as far as it would go, slamming the fronts of his thighs into her butt.

He didn’t know how long he could last, but he wished it was forever.

He couldn't give a fuck about what was happening in the world at the moment.

His world was perfect.

 

[EklectikChik]

Emma had nowhere to go even if she wanted to. She was lost in the feel and taste of Liam and then found herself pinned between the bed and his bigger body. She gasped as his soft kisses on the bottoms of her feet tickled and then cried out as he slammed into her with much more force.

She gazed up at him with sultry eyes and a soft moist panting mouth as he worked her pussy with his cock. His hands caressed the length of her soft legs and thighs and she spread them slightly, enjoying the view and field of his firm chest and abs as he worked his hips.

His hair roughened thighs brushed against her bottom as he gripped her tightly and moved. Emma squirmed, her tits bouncing with each thrust and eager thrust, their eyes holding, their breaths out heavy and uneven. Her hands gripped the sheets, tugging as he filled her again and again. With her thighs pushed together, she gripped him that much more, moaning and whimpering as he took charge.

The pressure built again, promising lots more delight. Reaching for him, Emma tried to grab hold and pull him down, calling his name as she tugged at her legs. Her knees bent slightly and he moved forward. Emma let out a small sound of surprise as he folded her almost in half, making her breath whoosh out before she drooped her ankles off his shoulders and lower. But the position again drove him that much deeper.

Not that she minded. She had his mouth again and tasted him happily between noises of pleasure, her nails once against sinking into the flesh of his back as she tensed and bucked under him.

 

[Fish_Tales]

He was pushing into her so hard, Emma was sliding up and down the bed with each thrust. There was no escape. He slammed into her and then he pulled her small body back for the next thrust. He was on his knees and her feet were on his shoulders, trying to pull them together as hungrily as he was.

He looked down at her, moaning and looking at him as he slammed himself deeper with each thrust. She almost had no control now, he was using her body in any way he wanted, pushing and pulling as he desired. Deeper. Wetter. Hotter.

“Liam,” she whimpered and tried to pull him down onto her. Her knees folded and her feet were off his shoulders now, sliding down his waist to rest at his hips, pulling him closer.

Her legs slid down, but he just hooked his arms below her knees and pushed them backwards and leaned forward, almost doubling her over. Now he could push even deeper into her, almost bottoming out into her warm depths.

“Ah, Emma,” he said, his face almost on hers. He dropped it lower and sought out her mouth again, pushing his tongue out in search of hers as he continued to thrust. She was so wet now that he felt his cock sliding smoothly into her cunt like it was a warm bath. Except this bath gripped his cock and he could feel the walls of her cunt trying to grip them in vain as he pushed in and out of her.

She bucked under him in response to his fucking, grabbing his back, her fingers digging into him, imploring to push harder, to push further. There were no words needed now. Each movement, each action was understood by the other.

Hansen had never felt anything like this on the end of his cock. She was impaled on him and he could do with her what he wanted.

And he was.

And she wanted it too.

He could feel her movements becoming more ragged as he drove his cock into her, angling his hips so that his shaft would have access to her clit as it pumped in and out of her. He could feel his desire boiling even further. He was going to explode into her soon, feel his release yet again.

He wanted to fill her, drown her cunt.

He needed it.

 

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All she could do was cling to him...with her arms, her legs and her pussy. Every thrust was pushing her higher and higher into sweet oblivion where it was only him and her and nothing else mattered.

She sucked on his tongue, bottom lip, biting down as he drove that little bit harder and making her grunt and moan out his name. She could feel him begin to strain, his muscles bunching and flexing as he moved and his cock impossibly hard and pulsing and knew he was right there with her. It was becoming too hard to kiss and breath at the same time and when he angled his hips just so, she pulled away and cried out, shuddering as he not only drove deep into her grasping cunt, but rubbed against her clit as well.

Her breaths became increasingly ragged and she twitched, her back bowing off the bed as she left out a helpless wail. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, she cried out and let herself lose control again. The wave of pure sweet, intoxicating pleasure that crashed over her sent her reeling. "Aaaahh Liam! OOooh yeeesss!"

Every fiber of her body seemed to trembled and quake, so forceful it was almost scary. His hoarse grunt filled her ears as he whispered her name in return, sweat making their bodies slid and slap loudly, her pussy gushing and gripping as she came and creamed all over his pumping cock.

 

[Fish_Tales]

He was slamming her so hard now, lost in the feeling of his cock in her deep, wet recesses, that he feared he would hurt her, but she was kissing him strongly and crying out in pleasure.

He wasn’t far from his own release, her cunt grabbing onto his cock in rhythm with his thrusts. She was bucking against him uncontrollably now and he knew she wasn’t far off from another orgasm. The thought made him even more desperate and he drove into her again and again, his body folding her over and pinning her down, leaving her cunt exposed and at the mercy of his thrusts.

She tried to arch her back one final time and then her cunt pushed up to take even more of his cock into her.

"Aaaahh Liam! OOooh yeeesss!"

He felt her cunt contract around his cock, almost stopping him from pushing into her, but her slick depths were his to take and he wasn’t going to be denied. He continued pumping through her orgasm.

“Emma,” he said in barely a whisper, his focus now on his cock and spilling his seed into her.

She was still in the throes of her pleasure, bucking convulsively when he felt his balls tighten and his cock twitch again. He thrust with even more urgency, the end of his cock covered in her juices and slicing a path through her.

“Ahhh…” was all he could cry out before he felt the cum spurting from his cock into her, the warm ribbons bringing a relief to the tension. He kept thrusting and cumming, filling her, dropping his head to kiss her, but it wasn’t gentle. He had to get it all out of him, the kissing, the pumping, the cumming. He pressed down on her even harder, the muscles in his arms knotting as her body was now totally folded beneath him, her cunt sitting up as a prize.

“Emma,” he said into her covered mouth as he slowly started to come down from his ecstasy, but his hips continued to twitch involuntarily, making him shudder as his cock was covered in the mix of their juices.

Finally, he loosened his grip on her and let her legs back up, around his torso and he dropped onto her, breathing heavily. He was spent, but he left his cock in her, feeling the warmth, his head in the crook of her neck.

“Fuck,” was all he said, his hand reaching to grab her hair gently as he lay pressed on her.

It was not the most eloquent description he could have come up with, but it was the most appropriate.

 

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Emma was completely dazed and spent, laying under Liam's mass of muscle, their body slick with sweat. His expletive made her puff out a breathless laugh and then sigh as he tangled his fingers in her hair and stayed still. Her bent knees rested on either side of his hips, gently cradling his body as she slid her fingers lovingly up and down his back and shoulders. He was heavy, but she didn't seem to care in that moment. Never had anything felt so good or so right and as silly as it all seemed, everything inside her hummed with contentment and something a lot deeper flourished.

“You say the sweetest things.” She murmured softly, letting out another soft giggle. “And I do believe, you should remind me to stretch next time we attempt any bedroom activities.”

Tugging at his hair playfully, she tilted his head to meet hers and kissed him lips softly, her own bruised and moist from his passionate display only moments ago. Her eyes were bright with happiness, desire and something else...something they probably weren't ready for. Something that was impossible with their current situation. Her heart suddenly ached, but she put on a smile instead of frowning. “All this play is making me hungry.” She added teasingly and nipped at his lips.

 

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“You say the sweetest things,” she said softly with a giggle. “And I do believe, you should remind me to stretch next time we attempt any bedroom activities.”

Hansen chuckled.

“You have to be fit to play with me, Irish,” he said.

Her body was pressed beneath him, his cock still in the moist warmth of her depths. He raised his head and paused from kissing her a while and looked down at her. She looked so happy. He should have luxuriated in such a moment of pleasure and joy, but there were doubts in his mind.

I hope I’m doing the right thing.

Her hands on his back felt soft and smooth, sliding up and down his skin. He couldn’t believe it, but he was getting hard again.

I’m really acting like a teenager.

She nipped his lips softly with hers again and he responded by pressing down a little harder. His tongue gently pushed her lips apart to find hers and they kissed slowly, without the urgency of their previous efforts. He ground his hips into her and his cock was definitely getting harder.

Geeez.

“All this play is making me hungry.”

His cock twitched at the thought.

“Well, Irish,’ he said. “I may well have the perfect entrée for you….”

“Then food.” He winked at her. “I promise.”

He rocked back on her, lifting his chest and torso from hers, but their groins locked together. He couldn’t believe he still had desire after their efforts. His arms were on either side of her.

He laughed, but his hard cock was serious. He wanted to feel her mouth on him one more time. To take control of her. He was protecting her, but they were more than that now. They were….

He shook his head. He had to get that thought out of his mind. He had to worry about getting her out of this alive. That was the first priority. He didn’t want to be hurt again, to feel the loss he had before. He never wanted to feel like that again.

Ever.

He placed his hands on either side of her shoulders and then flipped them over so that she was on top. His cock was still in her, but his eyes were deadly serious now. He shouldn’t have thought about that, about loss.

You can’t lose something you don’t have.

Yet.

He sat up a little, his belly rippling as he pulled his torso up. He kissed her softly again, quiet, and then leaned back again the wall. He needed this. To get this out.

Again.

You think just fucking her will make feel less? You know what you are, Hansen. You’ll only feel more. You’re setting yourself up.

He nearly cried out in fear, but it was his voice, not The Voice, talking.

He pushed her shoulders down so that she was forced down the bed. He didn’t ask her. He was taking. He felt her breast run down his chest and over his thighs.

No more hurt.

No more loss.

Then what are you doing?

He closed his eyes.

He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.

 

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Emma was surprised by his sudden and quick response all over again. She laughed along with him as he pushed himself up and then made her melt all over as they kissed passionately and softly. He was full contradictions and his eyes darkening and face suddenly serious as she sat on top of him. All womanly curves and glistening skin.

Then he was pushing at her shoulders and she quirked a brow as she obliged and slid down his body. “Oh Liam...naughty boy.” She breathed and giggled softly, sensually. The sound soft and sensual and then she said nothing. His cock stood proud and glistening with their combined juices. She should have been turned turned off...this was all new. But as her tiny hand wrapped around his length, she sighed and leaned forward, tentatively licked the head. When the taste of them didn't appall her, she went in for the kill. Her tongue swirling and dipping, teasing as she sucked him into her hungry mouth.

His soft growl filled the air and she moaned around him, taking more of him in as she stroked him as well. His reaction fueled her need to please him as her mind whirled with jumbled thoughts. What would tomorrow bring? What of the other women? The thought of them didn't settle well with her. She wasn't sure what to make of it...were they competition or not? And why was she so worried about all that when clearly their relationship was probably doomed from the beginning. She'd be lucky to still be alive when all this went down. While she had all the faith in the world in Liam, they were also out numbered by many.

Trying to tuck those worries away, she continued to suck and slurp, bobbing her head up and down happily.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Hansen couldn’t believe he still had anything left in him to give. He felt her tongue softly swirling around the head of his cock. He’d done more tonight than he had in months, but he needed this. He looked down at Emma between his legs as she took him back into her mouth and he instantly hardened further. Despite their previous efforts, her mouth and her hands still felt as good as the first time and he placed his hands in her long brown hair and gently twisted it through his fingers. His cock travelled through her mouth and back to her throat. She had grown more comfortable, all trepidation and doubt gone and she took him easily and without inhibition.

He didn’t know what had come over him, but he knew he had to cum.

Again.

He may have looked like he didn’t have a care in the world, but that was not the truth. He did. He was going to end this with Blaxland and the SPF’s once and for all and Emma had given him the reason.

An excuse really.

Her mouth kept working on him. He could feel the soft warmth of her tongue as it ran along the underside of his shaft with each bob of her head. He grabbed tighter, forcing her down, speeding towards yet another orgasm.

Maybe this will finally help me think more clearly.

He had needed tonight more than she knew, than even he knew. He let out a small moan as his cock started to twitch. There was no need to speak. She knew what he wanted. What he needed.

What he craved.

He pumped his hips up to meet her face. Her nose pressed into his hard belly, his cock impaling her mouth. A mix of their juices was pooling in a ring around the base of his shaft. He continued to push her head down, trying to get his release. He could feel her small hands, her tongue, her throat. Everything was centered on the feeling of his cock.

Still his mind wandered, the sensations of Emma’s efforts not enough to clear his mind. This was going to end. Living like this. Running. Fighting. Wallowing in the inevitability of how his life would turn out.

He felt his cock twitch.

First I need this, then I can think....

He lay back, Emma sucking for all she was worth, her head bobbing up and down, the pleasure almost unbearable. He was close.

He jerked his hips up again and held tighter onto her hair, shoving his cock further and further into her mouth. He moaned in pleasure, but it was a moan of need, not just pleasure.

“Emma….not far….”

His cock felt so good. She felt so good.

Then he could think.

Soon.

 

[EklectikChik]

Emma's eyes were watering as she took him deeply, his cock so good and hard, twitching as she used her tongue please him. Each soft moan and groan fueled to her to continue and a short thrill raced down her spine as he tightened his hold in her hair.

She said nothing, didn't want to talk as she slurped and sucked to her hearts content. Her beautiful eyes met his steady gaze as his body tightened further and she could feel his thighs tense and quiver, as if trying to reach for a little control. But she wanted to break it, to taste him again on her tongue. Hot and salty and oh so good.

His hips began to move, his cock hitting the back of her throat, making the tears slid down her soft cheeks, but she didn't care, she wanted all of him she could take. Wanted the night to last for as long as it could, to please him and tease him until she was well under his skin and in his heart.

His hoarse voice sent another shiver of anticipation down her spine and Emma double her efforts, watching him lay back, his back arching slightly, his hips driving up. She sucked in air through her nose and flicked her tongue over sensitive spot around the tip of his dick and moaned deeply. Her eyes told him to let go as she tasted his pre-cum.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Despite all they had done, Hansen found himself once again on the edge of another orgasm. He was virtually fucking her mouth now, his hands tightly wound in her hair and his cock pumping into her, hitting the back of her throat.

He hadn’t felt this before. He couldn’t hold back from her. Couldn’t keep it in. Keep his cool.

Keep control.

That’s what made his life tick, kept him in check, gave him purpose.

Control.

He was ceding it to his scientist. Emma. He could fuck her all night. He had fucked her all night. Now, he was ready to shoot yet another load of his hot cum into her….

He was tensing and bucking. Her tongue was running over the hole at the end of his shaft, sending further sensations of pleasure coursing through him. He looked down at her and she was looking back at him, those flecked eyes wanting him to cum, telling him to come.

He could feel the cum boiling in him. He grabbed her hair even more tightly and slammed her head on to his cock while pumping his hips up, pressing her face into his belly.

“Oh, Emma….!” he called.

He stayed in that position, his back arched off the bed, her head pressed onto his cock. Thick hot strands of cum pumped into her mouth and throat. He couldn’t believe that he still had so much in him. She’d drained him, but not all of it. A second wave came, spewed out of him and into her mouth.

Emma.

His body was writhing, her warm mouth over his convulsing cock and all he could think of was pumping it out. All of it.

Into Emma.

He was slowing, but she drew further twitches from his cock and body. He couldn’t control this. He didn’t even bother to try. He almost had tears in his eyes from the pleasure she’d given him.

Now he was coming down, her tongue still on him.

Coming down.

To what?

Reality.

Think about that tomorrow. Just enjoy this.

He had to save Emma.

For her.

For him.

 

[EklectikChik]

Emma took all that he gave and more, drawing on him until he was reduced to a trembling mass on the bed, his body twitching and arching to meet her skilled warm mouth. His fingers remained tight in her hair, until she'd sucked him dry and only then did she slowly ease off.

His cock slid himself down between his legs as she kissed her way up his body, his breaths coming out unevenly as her tongue dipped into his belly button, swirled and then slowly moved up. Her naked flesh brushed against his own as she slowly shifted and moaned, pressing herself to him, belly to belly before her lips gently pressed to his.

Those big chocolate eyes held his gaze and she smiled softly, feeling ridiculously happy that she'd made him feel so good. Happy that he'd left himself go when everything around him demanded such control and commitment to staying on course. Her lips lingered, her nose bumping against his, nudging as her lips split into a grin. “So...insatiable Liam...are you feeling a little more sated?” She teased ever so softly, her voice purring out.

Giggling, she slid to his side and curled her warm body against his own, draping a thigh over his and an arm around his waist as she pressed her cheek to his chest. The length of her hair cool and silky against his bare arm. In that moment everything felt right and perfect, even as shadows of the days to come threatened to ruin it all. Her heart was full, her body humming with pleasure and she was as close to him as any human could be. The urge to suddenly confess her feelings was overwhelming, threatening to spill from her mouth in the form of three little words that she couldn't possibly utter.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Emma kept milking him for all he had and the warmth of her mouth drew some further small spurts from him. When he’d finished and the tension in his body melted away, she slowly slid up his body, her smooth soft skin providing him with further delightful sensations. His breathing was ragged as she kissed her way up his body, pausing at his belly button and swirling her tongue in it.

She finally reached him and softly kissed his lips. She nuzzled his face with her nose, smiling as she looked into his eyes.

“So...insatiable Liam...are you feeling a little more sated?” she whispered.

Hansen could only nod with a wry smile on his face. He was trying to not think about tomorrow.

The future.

This is now.

She slid to his side, her warmth pressed against him. Her head lay on his chest and he instinctively ran his hand through her hair.

“Emma,” he said softly, “Emma.”

He lay back, her body pressed against his and looked up at the ceiling.

They were coming tomorrow and they would all be together for the first time in a long while. It would be good to see them. He always felt a spark when they were together. It meant they were going to do something. Doing something was Hansen’s forte. He had to do something. They couldn’t run forever and now he had Emma to think of. She wouldn’t be able to run forever.

Hide.

Live in the shadows.

They were going to blow their way to the light. The light would expose the mess they were in, melt it away. But would they survive it?

He absentmindedly ran his hand through her hair, ruffling it softly. He could feel her breathing, her breast pressing against the side of his chest. His breathing had returned to its normal rhythm now.

“Nothing’s going to happen to you, Emma,” he whispered.

He tried to focus on what he thought they would do. What they should do. What they could do.

His mind was jumping, images flashing into it. Slow motion. Fast forward. Jess. Cassie. Smiling. Crying. Alive. Dead.

Emma.

His lovemaking with her had left him tired. He hugged her closer with his free arm and raised his head so he could kiss her on the top of the head.

Three days and I’m in love?

No. You needed her. You needed love.

She just come along.

It still wasn’t The Voice. This was him.

He hadn’t meant to care so much. He didn’t have to care so much, but he did.

Care.

Love?

Shit.

He fell asleep holding her tight.

 

[EklectikChik]

Emma had fallen asleep right behind Liam, her gaze focused on his relaxed, sleeping face. Some men looked boyish when they slept, but not Liam. He was still sexy as hell in her eyes, but still harbored some hard edges that could be seen even when he was relaxed. But those edges only made her care for him more...for whatever reason, everything about him spoke to her.

He'd been exhausted and for a little while she'd enjoyed his warmth and let his even deep breaths lull her to sleep. Sometime in the early morning hours, one of them had stirred and naked bodies had pressed and made love again, lazy and sweet. He'd made her feel cherished and loved, bringing tears to her eyes, making her heart swell all over again. When it had been over, they'd slept again in a tangle of arms and legs until Emma finally woke a few hours later once more with a soft groan. She ached in all the right places. A sweet ache that reminded her of everything they had shared that night.

His face was pressed to her belly, his arms wrapped around her waist as her fingers tangled in his hairi. His rough stubbly face tickled her flesh with each little breath she took and she smiled, ruffling his hair. “Liam...time to get up.” She murmured, glancing at the bright digits of his bedside clock. “We have just enough time to shower and change before we have company.”

The thought sobered her a little. It was the end of their fantasy evening and back to reality. Wiggling out from under him, she pressed her lips to his mouth in a soft morning kiss and then slid off the bed, grasping one of his hand and tugging. “Come on...come shower with me real quick. You can keep me warm in that cold ass shower of yours.”

 

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He dreamt that he was walking with Emma down one of the city’s streets, holding hands and looking in shop windows. They weren’t running, they were walking. No furtive glances. No hanging in the shadows. No SPFs.

Just walking.

They were smiling and laughing with each other. He couldn’t make out the conversation, but they were happy and playful. Like any couple.

Any couple in love.

He couldn’t remember how they’d fixed their problem. He knew they had because they wouldn’t be so happy otherwise. They paused at a shop window, a clothes store.

Emma’s lips were moving, but he couldn’t hear what she was saying. She was pointing at the shop window with her free hand and then gesturing to him and rolling her eyes in mock laughter. Obviously his clothes. She wanted him to get new clothes.

Hansen thought that a few pairs of jeans, some shorts, some t shirts and a coat or two were wardrobe enough. He always had. Except when he was working.

For the government.

He’d needed different clothes for that. Uniforms. Boots. Body armour. He didn’t need those anymore. He was happy and he was with Emma.

They stood in front of the shop window, Emma throwing knowing glances at the window and Hansen resisting her exhortations to go into the store and take a look. He had an annoyed look on his face, but he was happy.

Happy.

Not a word he used often or a feeling he felt often. He still had the melancholy air inside of him at the loss of his family, but Emma had lifted the black cloud of depression from him. He could truly call himself happy now. At least as happy as he could be.

He started to move away from the shop window, knowing that if he stayed there any longer then it was conceivable that Emma would convince him to buy new clothes and he didn’t want that. He felt her tug on his arm as she failed to move. He looked around at her, let’s go written on his face.

She wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at the window. The glass was highly reflective in the sunshine and Hansen had to squint to try and get a better look at what she was trying to make out. The clothes weren’t so clear now. Emma moved closer to the window and took Hansen with her, reluctant to let go of his hand. He stepped closer with her.

What was that?

He thought he heard a voice in his head, but he must have been mistaken. The Voice had left him a long time ago. Laura had seen to that. And Emma’s love.

Shit. There. He’d said it. Love.

Nothing good could come of that and he tried to push it from his mind. It was not safe for him to love or be loved. Everything he’d loved in his life had died. Sure, he had Carl, Laura, Bonnie and the others, but anything that was his, that he’d been charged with protecting, had always died.

Always.

At least he had Emma.

But don’t love her. Just take each day as it comes and cherish it.

Don’t love her.

They were really close to the glass now, so close that their noses were almost pressed against the window in their efforts to see inside more clearly. Now he could just see through the reflection. There were various mannequins in the window. He looked more closely at them.

Shit.

He squinted his eyes further, straining to see, holding Emma’s hand more tightly.

The mannequins. He knew them. Who they were. One was Carl. There was Bonnie. A Laura. A Jimmy. There was even a Mrs. Chan. He knew he must be seeing things. His gaze scanned the display. Those ones….

Jess.

Cassie.

What the fuck?

His grip on Emma’s hand tightened. He could feel her make a sound. Too hard, but he couldn’t make out the words. The last mannequin.

Emma.

He had a sick feeling in his gut then. The smile left his face and all of a sudden he could not see at all into the shop. He felt Emma tugging on his arm, but she wasn’t asking him to go, she was holding on for help.

A hand had come out of the window and it was gripped around her small throat. The hand was squeezing and pulling. Hansen couldn’t see how the hand had come out of the window. There was no opening and the window was intact.

One of Emma’s hands was scratching at her throat, the other was holding on to Hansen’s. She was trying to breath and at the same time trying to resist being dragged through the glass. Hansen let go of her, but quickly grabbed her around the chest, his arms locked tightly around her. The motion gave the hand through the glass valuable millimetres and it took it, Emma now nearly at the glass. Hansen had to do something about the hand around her neck, but he knew if he let go, then Emma would be dragged through the glass and he wouldn’t be able to follow.

He wouldn’t be able to save her.

Hansen tried to lock his legs and tilt his body back, hanging on to Emma for dear life, but his shoes were sliding inexorably towards the glass. Emma was bucking and squirming. He couldn’t see her face because he was holding her from behind, but he could see the hand wrapped around her throat, the red marks radiating from where the hand was squeezing her tight.

People walked past them, not even glancing at this battle for life and death. Nobody cared. Nobody helped him.

Nobody.

Slowly he slid towards the glass and Emma’s movements became more frantic. They had been going for what felt like minutes. Surely she needed air or she was going to pass out. Hansen hung on, but her face was at the glass now.

No!

She’s mine.

I love her.

He strained with all he had, sweat beading on his forehead.

Fight….this….

Emma’s faced touched the glass. There was a sudden increase in force and Hansen was taken of his feet and dragged behind Emma.

She was gone.

Hansen smashed into the glass and fell back onto the pavement, shaking his head. Everything hurt, but he got up and pressed his face against the window.

Everyone was there.

And Emma.

Cold. Still. Not moving. Not alive.

Someone spoke behind him.

Hansen, not alive means dead.

Say it.

Dead.

He looked at her through the window for a few moments and then spun around. There was no one there.

I’m here. In your head.

I thought you were gone.

I’m the only thing you will have forever. The only thing.

Emma….?

No.

Hansen stood on the sidewalk, blood coming out of the side of his head. The commuters just walked straight past him, their robotic movements, morose faces and pale skin belying the fact that they were human.

Hansen wanted to cry, but there were no tears left. He’d cried too much before. He was dry.

He had no tears for Emma.

He couldn’t save Emma.

Gone.

Dead.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Hansen slowly woke up. He could feel a hand ruffling his hair and his face was on Emma’s warm belly.

I could get used to this.

“Liam...time to get up. We have just enough time to shower and change before we have company.”

Emma.

Bummer.

He moved a little.

“Easy for you to say,” he said, “but some mad woman kept me up all night.”

She struggled to get out from under him and his face hit the mattress. He knew they had the meeting, but it would be nice to just lie there for another couple of minutes. He couldn’t believe it, but he could feel his hardness pressing into the bed. He shook his head. Surely he'd had enough....

“Come on...come shower with me real quick. You can keep me warm in that cold ass shower of yours,” she said quickly, giving him a kiss and tugging on his arm.

He dropped his head and spoke into the mattress, his voice muffled.

“Nothing with you is real quick, Irish,” he said. “I feel like I’ve been fucking for a week.”

He pressed himself up on his free arm and looked at her. She looked beautiful. Her hair was ruffled and she was tugging on his arm, barely able to move it. His hardness twitched under him at the sight of her.

He smirked.

“Well, seeing you want to shower together, I guess I should make an effort for my guest.”

Looking at her naked wasn’t helping his erection at all so he figured he may as well get up. He pushed himself up, moved to the edge of the bed and sat, Emma still pulling on his arm. He looked down at his groin, shook his head and made an exaggerated show of looking shocked. Then he closed one eye and pursed his lips in mock admonishment as he looked at her.

“And no funny business.”

 

[EklectikChik]

She let her gaze fall to his hard cock and giggled, wiggling her brows. "No funny business? Thaaaat's not what you were saying last night. I'm pretty sure you were the one begging for more." She teased and let out a half giggle, half snort type of laugh.

Not being able to help herself, she pressed close to him, her soft curves and skin fitting perfectly against his form as she wound her arms around his waist and pulled him to her. Awkwardly and playfully she shuffled them back, laughing as he made a big production of the trip to the bathroom. Her mouth pressed to his neck and shoulder, letting him push her into the tiny bathroom and then crowding her into the tiny shower stall.

She was grinning until the cold water hit and then she squealed and tried to meld into him. He seemed unaffected, grinning as she squirmed and shivered, her pretty nipples turning instantly hard and poking into his chest and goosebumps spreading all over.

"Jesus! I don't know how you deal with that every morning." She complained with a shudder as the water pelted against him, then splashed up against her. Still, between the shiver and gasps, she grabbed the soap and began running her soapy hands over his body, relishing the feel of him. "Mmmmm...well, at least it's more fun than doing things alone." She quipped and leaned forward to swirl her tongue around one flat nipple.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Her squeals as the cold water hit her made him laugh.

“Thought you be used to it by now, Emma,” he said.

She shivered and he could see the goosebumps rising on her smooth pale skin. One more pleasant side-effect of the cold water was that her nipples were erect and hard and he could feel them pressing into his skin as she held him close. His cock was again rock hard and it was pressing into her lower belly.

"Jesus! I don't know how you deal with that every morning,” she said with a shiver. She had lathered the soap and was washing him down with her small hands. It just made his desire more palpable and his dick bounced and twitched in reply to her touch on his body. "Mmmmm...well, at least it's more fun than doing things alone."

She leaned forward and then he felt her warm tongue swirling on his tight, hard nipple. He placed his hand on the back of her head and leant his head back against the wall and let out a soft moan. The feel of her warm tongue contrasted with the cold water to arouse him even more.

He let one of his hands slide down between them, their bodies slick with soap. Once his hand reached the top of her entrance, he slipped his finger between the folds, looking for her tender bud. He found it and then gently ran his finger over it. It felt hard and engorged.

“Looks like I’m not alone in thinking what I’m thinking,” he murmured and then pushed another of his fingers gently into her while still sliding the other slowly over her clit.

He was sure the water didn’t feel so cold now….

 

[EklectikChik]

Emma sighed and then moaned as Liam's clever fingers slid down between them and began toying with her sex. “Mmmmm...you might be right...” She breathed, her hips moving to press against him more fully, wanting his fingers among other things deep inside.

The slip of his fingers circled her hard little nub and made her quiver. For a moment her head fell forward, her forehead pressing against his chest as her own fingers slid down. Soapy and slippery they circled his hard twitching cock and she began to stroke him, feeling devilishly naughty and oh so good at the same time. “Oh yes.” She sighed, her thighs trembling, her knees wobbling as stroked his hard shaft and nipped at his skin.

Her hips moved to meet his probing finger, rubbing against the others for added friction as she began to pant. He was quickly making her burn from the inside out. A sweet hot white flame that was making her ache and pulse for release. Lifting her head, she slid one hand up his shoulder, to the back of his neck and pushed it through his hair. Her fingers flexed, her small hand surprisingly strong as she gripped his hair and tugged him down to lock her lips with hers. Her mouth was almost desperate, much like his had been the night before. “One more time, Liam.” She moaned out between kisses, her mouth sucking on his lower lip and nipping. “And I promise to make coffee after.” She teased and giggled breathless as he backed her up against the stall, pressing her tight between it and his hard, unyielding body.

Her mouth was relentless on his, drawing his tongue deep into her mouth. The cold water was forgotten, only the heat of his body seeping into hers, his hands on her, his mouth eagerly reciprocating. Liam. She was lost in him all over again.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Emma angled her hips so that his hand had better access to her clit and warm slit. He pushed his finger into her and very gently rubbed the top of her clit with his thumb, occasionally dropping it to swirl around the base. She bucked and rode against his hand, trying to claim more for her nub of pleasure and forcing his finger in more deeply.

Her hand slid down between them and he felt her grasp his hard cock, the slippery soap making her pumping feel smooth and silken. Her other hand reached behind to the back of his neck, drawing his head down to hers so that she could kiss him. She was almost ravenous now, her mouth covering his. Between kisses, she moaned.

“One more time, Liam,” she said. “And I promise to make coffee after.”

He laughed.

“Well, I guess there are some things one can endure if there is a coffee at the end of it,” he said, pushing another finger into her.

The water and soap had made their bodies slick and he placed his free hand on her breast, gently tweaking her hard nipple. The kisses continued and he pushed his tongue into her, feeling the heat of her warm mouth. He pressed again her, one hand in her cunt and rubbing her clit, the other playing with alternating nipples. Squeezing, pulling, gently pinching. She was riding his fingers for all she was worth and he had her pressed tight against the shower wall. His cock felt like an iron bar in her small hand and he started to pump his hips in rhythm with the sliding of her hand up and down his shaft.

Hansen kissed her again, bearing down hard on her mouth. Her pumping of his cock was getting him harder all the time and his hips bucked into her. He took one hand from her breast and cupped it behind her, virtually one whole ass cheek sitting in his hand. Even though he didn’t want to, he took his other hand from her clit, and cupped the other ass cheek in it.

Emma was pressed against the wall now with both his hands cupping her tight butt. She felt very light to him and he raised her about a foot in the air, her back sliding along the smooth wall of the shower. He stepped closer and she was dangling with her feet in the air and her face at his level.

He smiled at her.

Her cunt entrance hovered over the tip of his cock. He kept looking into her eyes and then slowly he started to let her slide back down until the tip of his cock was touching the entrance to her warm hole.

“I want this, Emma,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Again.”

He recommenced her slide down the wall and his cock pushed through her swollen pink folds and into her cunt. He continued lowering her until she was totally impaled on his shaft, her clit resting against the base. Her small feet were still dangling off the floor, but he could hold her there easily. The shower water continued to beat down on them and he kissed each one of her nipples gently, giving them a swirl with his tongue before he returned to her mouth.

He pulled back slightly and started to gently rock his hips, pumping his cock into her and rubbing her clit with the shaft.

He closed his eyes, revelling in the travel of his cock in her warm cunt.

Wish I'd met you earlier, Emma.

 

[EklectikChik]

“I want this, Emma,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Again.”

“Yeees...” She moaned. She adored how easily he lifted her, cupping her tight little bottom and then slowly letting her sink onto his steely shaft. She mewled, the sexy little sounds muffled against his mouth as he kissed her deeply and then began to slowly thrust his hips between her legs.

She gasped and and clung, her nails digging into his shoulders , her thighs locking around his hips as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around him. She breathed his name, dropping her back back against the stall as she gasped for a breath and shivered as his warm mouth slid down the length of the cool column of her neck.

The contrasting sensations of heat and cold was strangely sensual, making her even more aware of his body and where they touched, connected and held. She held his gaze, her lips swollen from his kisses and body flushed despite the cold as he drove a little faster, a little harder. She wanted to urge him, wanted to beg for him to take her hard and fast, but also relished the sweetness of their coupling. Her cunt clung to him like a glove, tightening and squeezing, beginning to milk his shaft as she began to feel herself teeter over the edge and into pure sweet oblivion. Emma's back stiffened, her limbs quivering as she felt the hot rush of release, her cry filling the small face as she creamed all over him all over again.

And still he moved, driving harder, making her tits bounce and body slide up against the shower stall. His big hands tightened on her ass, squeezing the globed as he took his own fill. His muscles rippled under her hands and legs as she held on tight, her sensitive pussy continuing to ripple as he kept pushing wave after wave of pleasure over her.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Hansen pressed Emma against the wall and slowly rocked his hips, kissing her as he drove his cock into her. She lifted her legs, her thighs wrapped around his hips and moaned into his mouth. He continued to slowly thrust into her as he ran his mouth down the side of her neck, first one side then the other.

As he felt her now familiar quickening, he sensed that she was once again approaching the edge of ecstasy and was not far from falling over it. He felt her body stiffen against him and her cunt clamped down tighter on his cock. The water was running over them, their bodies slick and wet and his driving cock - there was nothing else in that moment, but their bodies’ inexorable race to orgasm.

Suddenly, her nails dug into his shoulders and she stiffened again, this time there was no waiting or turning back as she came. She cried out in pleasure, her face a picture of determination to milk every last sensation from the peak she was on. He grabbed her ass tightly and began to pump his cock into her harder and more quickly as she continued to cum, impaled on his shaft. She whimpered in his embrace, her legs wrapped around him and her breasts sliding up and down his chest as he fucked her. He was close to the edge himself now and his cock started to twitch again in its familiar dance.

He stepped back for the wall and held her up by her butt easily, her arms and legs wrapped around him, clinging on for dear life as he pummelled her cunt. The water drove down on them and he could no longer stop his release.

“Emma….” was all he could mouth softly, closing his eyes, before he felt the cum starting to bubble from him.

He thrust urgently into her, only a few more times and then his cock exploded within her, sending ribbons of warm cum shooting into her welcoming cunt. Her depths contracted around his cock, teasing more from his cock than he thought possible. He kept driving, trying to milk every last bit of his release. He was still shooting into her, even though there was little left to give now. The pleasure slowly receded and he slowed his pace while kissing her lips softly.

“Emma,” was still all he could say.

His rocking slowed until all he could feel was his cock pulsing within her, sending the last few drops of his essence into her. Finally, he stopped and they were in the shower with the cold water beating down on them, Emma with his arms and hips wrapped around him while his cock stayed warm within her.

Hansen gently lowered her to the floor of the shower, her body sliding against him. His cock slid out of her, still hard and was pressed between their bodies as they remained in their embrace. He lowered his head a little and kissed her softly on the mouth.

“I feel like I could do this forever,” he whispered. “You’re.... unbelievable.”

He looked at her face, her normally soft brown hair plastered against her head and framing her brown eyes.

He kissed her on the nose.

“We really should get ready Emma, they’ll be here in a few hours,” he said softly. “Not that this isn’t fun.”

He pulled her tight one last time, then released her. His face changed and he smiled at her.

“I thought showers were for cleaning up,” he said, “I believe I’ve actually managed to get dirtier!”

He shook his head at her and pressed his lips together.

“This time we better clean up and you owe me a coffee.”