EroticReverie

Emmy 

Kase was bigger than Henry. In height , in the build of his body, his shoulders broader, thighs thicker, arms stronger, cock longer, wider. But that’s not what makes it hurt as Kase pushes himself into me. It’s the way he does it. Slowly. Easing himself in with a gentleness I’ve never known. 

When I first started dating Henry, I’d taken his roughness as desire and need. I’d mistaken it for something that it wasn’t. Only when I had finally had some sense and learned the kind of man he truly was , did I see it for what it was. Mean. Vicious. Cruel. Possessive and power hungry. It was him showing me how he could have me whatever way he pleased. He’s never made love to me. I thought in the beginning that he had. I called it passion. But it wasn’t. At least not on his end. 

This. This was passion. This was desire. This was what it felt like to be made love to. That’s what hurts. Feeling cared for, feeling considered and treasured for the first time in my life. 

“Emmy” Kase exhales as he stills inside of me, his hand going down my thigh and lifting it higher onto his hip as he dips his head. His forehead to mine and I can’t explain all the emotions I’m feeling right now. My eyes watering. 

I was cheating on my husband. It didn’t matter that he was a monster, that he deserved it. Maybe it was my mother and the way she raised me to think it was my duty as a woman to be a perfect wife to my husband regardless of his cruel nature. Maybe it was that stupid nineteeen year old that clung to the love she had for him in the beginning. Maybe it was all my insecurities telling me that if I’d just been pretty enough, skinny enough, or if I’d gotten plastic surgery , Henry wouldn’t have ended up cheating and beating me. Why did I feel guilty? I shouldn’t. But I do. But I also feel, free.

His hips move and I feel his cock slide out slowly, he inhales as we both feel it, how every inch slides out of me, dragging along my walls. We both feel the snug fit of my pussy around his cock, how it fits so perfectly inside of me. 

His moves, his cock sliding back into me, making my breath catch and I moan. Because it’s so impossibly slow, he’s taking his time, he’s giving my body the ability to adjust, to feel, to enjoy. 

Kase’s hand feels large on my slender thigh as he grabs it. And I wonder if he likes that, I wonder if he prefers me skinny like Henry. If he likes the way his hand fits around my thigh. Did he think I was prettier than I was before? Did he enjoy my starved body just like Henry? 

My thoughts are quieted as his mouth comes to mine and kisses me softly. His lips pressing , then pressing again as mine push to his and our mouths part as he thrusts slowly. His other hand reaching down and grabbing my other leg and I moan into his mouth as he makes my other foot leave the floor and has me wrapping my legs and arms around him as he stands there, holding me against the wall and keeps moving his hips. 

He has most of the control, and there’s a brief moment where it terrifies me because it reminds me of how Henry abuses his control. But then Kase moves his mouth and brings his it to my ear. 

“I never thought…I’d be making love to you Emmy” he whispers. 

“I never thought I’d ever get to show you just how beautiful you are to me, you’re so beautiful Emmy”

“Youre so wet Emmy” he groans. “I never thought you’d be this wet for me” 

“I never thought I’d get to make love to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” he kisses below my ear and I clench around his cock and he groans and kisses my neck and then lifts his head and his hips move slowly, thrusting easily, moving faster now but not at all hurried or rough. He goes deep but it’s with caution, his eyes on me, reading me for any sign of discomfort, reading me to make sure I’m enjoying it, to make sure I’m finding pleasure in it too. 

“I’m going to take you to my bed now Emmy, lay you down and look into your eyes while I show you what it’s like to be loved” he says and I feel my lip wobble and my eyes water. 

He carries me to his bedroom , laying me down gently , a hand sliding up my back and cradling my head as he hovers over me and his hips draw back and forth slowly. As promised, his eyes stay on mine. And it’s so intense, it’s almost too intense and it has me wanting to look away so I can deny the connection to him that he’s making me feel. But I can’t. My eyes are locked on his and his on mine as he keeps his pace unhurried , moving in slow deep thrusts. My body moving underneath him as I slide my hands to his back and down and over his ass , pulling him deeper as my hips lift to meet his. I gasp when his cock hits me harder against the deepest part of my cunt.

“Emmy” he groans my name and I whimper, my hips moving faster, my hands pulling harder and he closes his eyes for a moment and groans.

“Fuck Emmy” he exhales and opens his eyes and looks at me. Our eyes all over each others faces. Studying each others mouths as we breathe and connect with our eyes and he groans as his being his mouth to mine and starts to thrust harder. It’s still not too hard, just hard enough to make me desperate for him. Those fractions of seconds when he pulls back only leave me desperate for the next second when he’s filling me all over again. 

“Emmy” he groans pushes one hand to the bed and lifts up, the other sliding from behind my head and he curses and slows. My hands still on his ass , legs wrapped around him as he looks down.

“I always knew we’d be perfect, always knew we’d fit so good together” he groans as he watches his cock fill me over and over and slip my hands from his ass and lift them to his face. My hands demanding his his eyes back on mine and he smiles when I moan as his eyes lift back up to mine. 

“Don’t stop looking at me, please” I plead. Because even though the intensity of our eyes being locked was nearly too much to handle, what I felt when he looked at me was something I wanted more of. 

“You never have to beg me to look at your face Emmy, you’re so fucking beautiful, it’s so easy to look at you and never tire of what I see” 

“You’ve always been stunning, you’ll easily , always be the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen” he says and shakes his head slightly. 

He thrusts a bit harder and my mouth parts and let out a moan as he keeps increasing the power behind each thrust. The smacking of our skin, the way he’s glistening with the start of sweat and our bodies are hot and sticky, and this, this is passion. This is desire. This is everything I’ve ever wanted and I was having it, experiencing it with a man that wasn’t my husband. I should stop. But I can’t. I feel seen for the first time in my life by someone I don’t deserve. 

“It’s feels so good” I whimper and Kase groans. 

“It should always feel like this” he says. 

“You should always feel like this Emmy” he says and goes harder and I cry out. It’s hard and it hurts just a little. But it’s a different hurt , because his rough thrusts aren’t given out of hate or anger or ownership or entitlement to my body. They’re given out of need, passion, connection, desperation and desire. 

I arch my back and my eyes roll slightly as my mouth part and he groans louder and my hands slip from his face. My arms fall back onto the bed near my head as I let him show me what it’s like to be taken by a man instead of a monster. 

“You feel so fucking good Emmy, we feel, so, fucking, good together” he groans and I moan louder because he’s right. This is how it was supposed to feel. This is what I’ve been missing. This is what I’ve needed. I don’t have to look into his eyes to feel the connection being made in this bed. How could I live without this? How could I go back to my life with a man that didn’t love me at all. And only loved that I let him control me and abuse me and tear me down? 

I’m crying. My tears are sad. They’re happy. They’re angry. They’re confused. They’re helpless. They’re scared. All of the emotions are crashing down my cheeks and Kase doesn’t stop. He doesn’t need to. Because he knows. He understands. He sees. 

“Let it all out Emmy” he pants. I cry harder through my moans and part of me is embarrassed by the tears and the other part of me is somehow comfortable with them. Knowing he’s not judging me for them. Because he sees me. He knows exactly what he’s making me feel. 

“I’m gonna cum” I cry. And I’m not even sure how I can while crying  , it’s overwhelming , it’s unfair that this could have been my life. That I could’ve had this feeling if I’d just been smarter, less like my mother, if I hadn’t let a man break my down and mold me into the scared wife he wanted me to be all along. 

“Emmy” he groans. “Look at me when you cum”

I can barely focus , it’s all too much but I let my eyes find his and his one hand lift and pushes my hair back from where little hairs stick to my temple and he hovers as he grinds and thrusts, as he sends his cock deeper and deeper while making his pelvis crush mine and provide friction to my clit. 

“Kase” I cry as I look him in the eyes. 

“It hurts” I cry. 

But he knows exactly what I mean. Not the sex. But what it makes me feel. 

“I’ve got you, it’s okay” he says and keeps going and I don’t get it. How a man who barely knows me , can know exactly what I’m saying without saying it. How he can make me feel this way so easily. Was I just starved for any kind of positive feelings? Any kind of attention that didn’t end in me being slapped and bruised? Was I just desperate for sex that wasn’t about another person power over me? Or was it really more? Was I really falling for Kase? Was I really understanding that I deserved better and that I knew he could be the one to give me the life I truly wanted and not the one I’ve been told to have by my parents. By my husband who didn’t love me at all. 

“I’ve got you Emmy, I’ve got you” he says and I cry , my hands still lay by head. My back arching as I keep my eyes on him as I feel the orgasm begin, my walls cinching around a cock that feels like it was made for my body. My eyes locked on a pair of eyes that make promises just by looking at me. Promises that they would take care of me. That they’d be good to me. That they’d love me if given the chance to. I didn’t deserve Kase.  Not even if it was just this once. I didn’t deserve his sweet eyes and gentle nod as he watches me find myself , there on my back, underneath him on his bed. 

In that moment, sharing this with him, this connection, my life is forever changed. 

“Keep cumming” he groans. “Keep chasing it Emmy” he pants. 

“Keep feeling me Emmy” he thrusts and my pussy spasms around him and I’m cumming so hard , so fucking hard. Screaming. Crying. My body shaking as I pant. 

“Can I cum inside of you Emmy?” He groans. I breathe hard. Dazed. My bliss a newly discovered euphoria that I’m has me drunk and high on a feeling I’ve never felt. 

“Yes” I answer.

That’s all he needs. A single world of permission and my consent. His hips drive hard into me. His cock pounding deep, driving every bit of himself inside of me as his hips then jerk and he groans, spending every drop of his cum inside of me. 

No words are spoken. Just my whimpers and panting breaths and his slight groans and heavy breaths as we lay there. Him still hovering over me. His cock still inside me, leaving me full as we both slowly come down. 

I just fucked another man. No. Worse. I made love to him. Let him make love to me. Let him change my life and make me feel something that was now going to make me even more u happy for the rest of my life. Knowing that this, is what I could have had and never would.

“Look at me” he whispers to me as lay there with my head turned. 

“Emmy” he whispers. His voice pleading. I close my eyes. My brows pinching as I wince slightly. Kase deserved a woman that deserved everything he was capable of giving her. I wasn’t that woman. I never was. And I definitely was her now either. 

“Emmy , don’t” he whispers. As if he can read my mind. 

“I should go” I say. Eyes opening but still not looking at him. 

“No” he whispers. “No, don’t do that”

“Not after what we just-“

“Kase. Please.” I croak. “Don’t make this harder. Please. I need to go.” 

“Stay the night. Just for tonight.” He pleads. 

“I can’t” I cry, still it looking at him. 

“Emmy, please” he begs and I shake my head and my hands lift and push gently on his chest. 

“Emmy” he whispers and I cannot look at him. I can’t. I can’t stay. I can’t lay in this bed, in his arms , and torture myself with comfort I can’t have. 

“If I stay, it’ll just make this worse” I say. 

“Please. I can’t stay Kase, I need to go” I beg. 

“Emmy, I don’t want to let you go” he says and I feel his head dip and nose brush my jawline. His mouth going to my ear.

“Please don’t make me let you go, not after what we just did, I know you felt it, I know you felt everything that I did” he whispers. 

“I did” I admit. “That’s why I have to go” 

“It’s why you should stay Emmy. Let me keep you. Just for tonight. Then if you still want to go in the morning, I won’t argue. I’ll let you go.” He whispers. 

My heart twists and I close my eyes. 

I wasn’t leaving because I wanted to. I was leaving because I had to. For my sake. And for his. He’d just made love to a rich man’s wife. A very rich man. a man who had no regard for how he treated me, so what would he do to Kase if he ever found out about this? I didn’t want to imagine it or think about it. I needed to leave. I needed to accept the life I had. If only to let Kase keep his. 

“Emmy” he says as I push at his chest. 

“Stop” I plead and he sighs and relents and slips out of me and I swear I could sob at the loss of him over me, the loss of him inside of me. 

“I’m sorry, okay?” I say through tears as I sit up and slip off his bed. 

“I shouldn’t have ever came to your show. Or came back here with you.”

“But you did” he says. “And you know why you did, because you want a better life, and you want me Emmy. And you want me to give you that life. And I will. Just stay.” He says and I shake my head. Walking out of his room and finding my dress on his floor and shuffling the fabric around and pulling it on. 

“Please. I’m begging you to stay.” Kase says as he follows me. 

Once my dress is on and I grab my purse and throw the thin strap on my shoulder. I slip on my shoes. I make mysef look at him as he stands there in the nude. But I don’t appreciate it. His body. How safe I felt underneath him. I look at his face though. That kind face. Always kind even when I wasn’t. 

“You deserve someone that-“

“Do not tell me what I deserve Emmy. Because that’s the difference between you and me. I know what I deserve.” He says and I frown. 

“If that were true you wouldn’t have fucked another man’s wife.” I say. The cruel words cause an invisible slap that makes him flinch right before his jaw ticks and his nostrils flare. 

“Don’t cheapen what we just did because you’re scared Emmy. Don’t be mean to me because you’re choosing to make yourself suffer.” He says. 

“I’m not choosing -“ my voice raises and he cuts me off. 

“Yes you are. You’re choosing to run from this. From me. From what you TRULY deserve.” He says and steps forward and takes my face in his hands and lowers his forehead to mine. 

“I know what I deserve. I know you know what you deserve. So fucking take it Emmy. Make a better choice for yourself.” He says. 

“I am.” I say. “I’m making the choice I have to.” I say and step back and he looks at me. And I can see the disappointment , the hurt. 

But I can’t do this. Because I do know what I deserve. But I’m not willing to pay the price. I’m not willing to have Henry find out and hurt Kase. 

“Thank you for giving me the chance to feel the way you made me feel tonight Kase.” I say. 

“Emmy, please” he pleads and steps forward but I step back and shake my head. 

“I have to go.” I whisper.  

“Emmy” he pleads as I walk to his door and then pause and I pull it open and look over my shoulder. I smile softly. It’s a sad smile. 

“Thank you.” I say softly. “If you know what you deserve, just let me go. If you know what you deserve, find it with a woman that can give it to you Kase. Because I can’t.” I say and lower my lashes. 

“Maybe in the next life I’ll make better choices. And find someone like you.” I say quietly.

My eyes lift and my heart is punched by the look in his eyes. By the way they glisten with I shed tears. 

“I don’t want to wait to find you again. I want you in THIS life Emmy.” He says. 

I force a soft smile. 

“I hope you find happiness Kase. You’re going to make someone so happy.” I say. My own eyes filling with tears. 

“I’m sorry for everything. For highschool, for now. I’m sorry I can’t be the one that gets to make you happy.” I say and he shakes his head. 

“Goodbye Kase. I’ll never forget tonight.” I say and move out the door before he can stop me. I see him move towards it as I close it behind me and I slam my eyes shut. 

My feet rooted and unable to move and praying that he doesn’t open the door and beg me to stay. 

Seconds go by and I exhale. Tears running down my cheeks when he doesn’t open the door. Because he sees me. He understands. And I hope he knows exactly why I don’t stay. Why I can’t choose him. I hope he knows it’s because I DID choose him. That I chose to keep him out of my messy life and the consequences he could face if I allowed myself to continue this with him. 

“Goodbye Kase” I whisper again. And finally my feet allow me to move.