Chapter 20 - Romance

Chapter 20 – Romance.

Later that Night;

Emily Sanders...

Once Charlie's flight was called for boarding; I began to weave my way through the crowds of people but the hairs on the back of my neck were alert, and goose bumps swept over my flesh. All day; I had, had this intense feeling of being watched. Even now, I feel sick as the feeling heightened – was someone following me?

Instead of looking around, I rummaged inside my bag until my fingers wrapped around my phone at the bottom – quickly dialling Jeffrey's number, I continued to walk towards the exit, but he answered instantly, "hey beautiful – you ok?"

"Hey handsome; I.... I-uh-I am on my way home – is there anything that you need me to pick up?"

I can't tell him; I mean what would I even say? I think someone is following me – why? Well I have a feeling that I am being watched and I feel like I am being followed. What could he do from where he is? Nothing, but worry and most probably for no reason. I just can't let him think that I am some scared little girl who always needs a man at her side. I am far from feeble and I don't want him to think that I am.

"No darlin', I just need you to get home.... I'm cooking,"

"Cooking as in – date night, cooking?"

"One and the same," his response was almost a growl, "just get home as quick as you can, but be safe,"

"I will be there as soon as possible,"

I have to admit that his announcement had set my heart galloping away from me. I was sure that I had somehow swallowed a family of butterflies; because they were fluttering wildly in my stomach and before I even realised it – I was sprinting out into the car park – heading for Jeff's truck that he had told me to use.

"What we having?" I asked, keeping him on the line – at least I felt a little safer with him on the other end of the phone.

"Chicken Lasagne, with home-made garlic bread,"

"Why Mr. Morgan, it sounds like you are trying to get in my pants?" I giggled softly, turning the key in the door to the truck.

"Whatever made you think that?" there was a hint of lust lacing his words, which only succeeded in turning me on so much, that I could feel myself turn wet – fuck I need to get home.... NOW!

From all the times that we had spent together, he had known that I am a lover of almost everything Italian, and he had to know that it would definitely win him bonus points. I just want to be at his place, I want to be in is arms, where I feel safe and, strangely enough, at home.

Sliding my phone into the holder that was clipped on to the dashboard before sliding the key into the steering wheel and igniting the engine to life in a roar that could make you jump if you weren't expecting it.

"You see, I think that you may have overheard a conversation that I had with your daughter..."

"Oh, you mean about any man who cooks you Italian food from scratch having the keys to your panties?"

"That would be the one," I smiled.

"No, I never heard that conversation," he chuckled. It was a sound that had quickly become my very favourite sound in the whole world.

I don't care that we haven't been together long – I love this man. Very much more than I had ever thought that I was capable of. I have never felt anything like this before; I have felt lust before, but this is so much more than that, and if it were any other man; you wouldn't have seen me for dust – but Jeffrey isn't just any man – he is 'the' man.

It didn't take me long to get out of town – the roads were fairly quiet and I liked it that way, I have no patience being on the road, which is why I refuse to drive in LA; it has the most infuriating roads on the planet. I put my foot down and high-tailed it as fast as was, legally, acceptable.

I was just hitting the long straight that would end with the turn off to Jeffrey's farm, when I realised that there was a car hot on my tail – was this car following me – was this what I had been feeling all day? My stomach twisted painfully in the lower part of my bowel; where it had leapt to. I feel sick; I just have this overwhelming feeling that I am indeed being followed and that this person, wants to harm me in some way or another – what happens if they drive me off the road? Who the hell is it? I can't even begin to imagine who it could be – but suddenly I am wondering if – my silent calls are linked to this sudden sense of being watched and followed?

I desperately want to call Jeffrey back, but what could I say? I can't tell him what is on my mind – it is too much like admitting that I am afraid and I have never allowed a man to ever see me scared; mainly because it doesn't happen all that often – but there is something about this set up that is screaming danger at me and I don't know how to be vulnerable with a man that I am seeing – because I have never done it before.

Before I am even aware of it, I have sped up and am barrelling down the road – the car behind keeping very close with its full beam lights almost blinding me, I tip the rear-view mirror so that I am not being stunned by their highlights.

Flipping the indicator that I am turning, I make the turn a little too quickly and almost lose complete control of the truck; as the other car screeches past while beeping his horn so loud that I swear, it's almost instantly that Jeffrey comes rushing out the back door to the house. The truck swerves towards the garage, and to stop crashing into the building, I swing the wheel so quickly at the same time as the breaks that I skid sideways before coming to a complete stop.

I barely have a few seconds to relax before Jeffrey is tearing the door open and I am shaking so badly that he catches it before I can even stop.

"What the hell happened?" he asked reaching in and unclipping the seat belt and helping me down from the seat, "you are really shaking,"

"I just.... I-uhm-I misjudged the turn off, that's all," I lied through my teeth, which I hated doing but I just couldn't tell him.

Pulling me close to him, I feel my body relax. I am safe. Finally. I cling to him tightly, taking comfort from him that he is readily giving; one hand holding the back of my head to him, while the other loops around my waist and he tenderly places a kiss to the top of my head. I feel ready to buckle, but somehow, I manage to control myself.

"Go on in, I ran you a bath, we have a while to wait for dinner,"

"Come with me?"

"Let me park up the truck and I will be right there," he replies, the instant rush of lust in his voice has me forget all about being followed and chased.

"Hurry," I tell him, reaching up and brush my lips over his and he lets out what can only be described as a growl emanating from deep in his chest, patting my ass lightly, he lets me go and I rush inside.

I don't even care about my bag or my things, I just want to get safely inside the walls of the house. I quickly pour myself a JD straight and rush up the stairs; removing clothing as I go and leaving it on the floor for Jeffrey to find. By the time I reach the bathroom; I am completely naked and my heart melts at the effort he has gone to – candles light the bathroom in the most flattering way that I silently thank him for the thought, rose petals were spinning on the top of the water as the steam rose from the hot water.

Wishing I had, had the forethought to take the bottle of JD with me, as I slid into the water and downed the last of the drink to ease my nerves.

"You are a very naughty girl," he groaned as he finally came into the bathroom, carrying my clothes in his arms.

"Are you complaining?" I asked him, looking up at him with my best doe eyes and I saw the effect that it had on him instantly, "come on, get in..."

"No, this is your bath – if I come in there, we will never make it down the stairs to eat,"

"I wouldn't complain," I purred softly and I could see that he was visibly contemplating it.

"No, relax and enjoy the bath,"

"Make a deal?"

"Like?"

"Ok you don't have to come into the water, just strip down and sit on the edge there – I need to taste you baby, I have been waiting so long and I honestly, don't think that I can wait any longer,"

"Ok, that is a good deal," he nodded and he stripped down – watching him, he really was so fucking hot and I hadn't lied, I had been dreaming about tasting him and as his underwear came down, I was not in anyway disappointed in what he had to offer.

Climbing on to the small surround that meant that he could sit on the side of the bath without having to get in – reaching over, he opened the window to let a wave of fresh air invade the space, before sitting on the edge next to the window. Sitting myself up; so that my breasts popped over the top of the water and the lust and hunger in his eyes were instant, which only made me hornier than I had been. Crawling towards him, my eyes on his – reaching out, I opened his legs so that I could kneel between them and he groaned out as I slowly ran my hands up over his legs.

"We have the house to ourselves by the way," he told me, his voice dripping with the desire that he was feeling.

"Well that's definitely good to know," I purred as I pulled my upper body to his lips and ran my tongue over them.

"Jesus what are you trying to do to me?"

"Lean back and enjoy," I whispered against his ear before sliding my tongue down over his impressive upper body – this man is the complete package and I am about to devour him.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan....

Resting my head against the wall; my eyes watching the way she expertly ran the tip of her tongue; over my nipples and the lower she went; my cock throbbed hard, and almost spat it's load as her ample tits grazed against my raging hard on. I am making noises that I was unaware of being able to make.

With her eyes looking up at me; she allowed the very tip of her tongue to slither over the slit at the top of my cock, before circling around the mushroom head – it was painful, but it felt so fucking good that I never wanted it to end.

"Mmmm just as I imagined," she purred, her eyes still on mine as I felt all control transfer over to her – she had me, in the palm of her hand, or in her mouth as the case may be, and she knew it too. As she began to slide her tongue down my bulging shaft; her hand slid under my heavy sack and began to lightly stroke back and forth – fuck me, I can't stop my eyes from rolling back in my head.

Placing feather light kisses to every inch of my shaft, she slid her tongue back up and over the tip of my cock, I felt the moan come from deep down in her throat; parting her lips; she slid them over the very tip, sucked and them caressed with her tongue until I was seeing lights flashing in front of my eyes, all the while her eyes watching me – ensuring that I was enjoying and I have to tell you, I have had my fair share of blow jobs, but nothing had ever felt this fucking amazing.

I wanted to push her head down the length of me, but I was trapped in wanting to see what she was going to do, and not wanting the moment to end, which it would if I pushed her head down.

I thanked what fucking ever had made me open the window, as the cool breeze was enough to stop me from going into full blown melt down.

"Jeffrey?" she purred sucking her lips off the tip of my cock and I was desperate for more, I couldn't quite believe that she had actually stopped.

"Mmmm?"

"Do you want me?"

"I have never fucking wanted anyone more than I want you right now," I growled, "please darlin', I need you to suck me dry,"

"Well remember, you asked for it," she smiled up at me sweetly, before leaning forward and devouring me right down the back of her throat with so much ease that I nearly blew it out of me right in that moment. Those eyes, the beautiful blue of them, stared at me with an innocence that I am sure she is purposely turning on.

The warmth of her breath, the softness of her tongue as it twirled around my shaft while sucking me so eagerly, that I swear to God, or who fucking ever, I am hers, for now, forever. My breath is becoming ragged and dangerously rapid – I am falling back against the cold of the tiled walls, and I wonder where the growling is coming from until I realise that it's coming from deep in my chest.

"Oh fuck, don't stop baby," I groaned out in reckless abandon.

My feet are curling, my heart is hammering and I can feel that beginning tingle of release – it's coming forward and as if she knew it, she slid her lips back up and over the tip of my cock, her mouth curling into a sweet and innocent smile.

"What the fuck.... why did you stop?"

"I don't want you to cum yet," she purred, sitting up again; her hands running over her tits and she moaned, "you make me so fucking wet,"

"How wet?" I asked, suspended in watching her touching herself; she reached out for my hand and guided it under the water; caressing back and forth over her slit; before she pushed my finger into her wet core and she moaned out from the contact.

"Can you feel it?" she moaned out; her other hand on her breast and I couldn't stop myself from reaching out and making contact with her soft supple flesh.

"Fuck yes!" I growled; it would be so easy to slide into the water and just fuck her here and now.

"I can't wait for you to fuck me senseless," she moaned out, my finger sliding up to her engorged clit and squeezing it gently between my fingers. Rubbing the nub of nerves, with purpose, I felt the start of her release, and I didn't want to miss watching her, so I gently pushed her back against the tub.

Sliding down into the water, I pressed into her clit with my finger and it was all that I needed to do, she came undone so loudly that I was certain that her screams could be heard throughout the valleys surrounding my farm.

"Jeffrey.... mmmmmmm.... fuck, don't stop – uuuuuhhhhhhh you are so amazing," finally her bucking hips came to a slow stop and she pushed back against me, until I was in the position that she had been in.

Impressively she, sank under the water and took my throbbing, and engorged cock deep into her throat and began to suck and lick, her other hand back to that sweet spot just behind my hardened balls, and began stroking back and forth – until I couldn't stop myself, I was cuming in a glorious fashion that I was grunting and moaning her name, over and over. Closing my eyes; I can see flashes of light, like a firework display behind my eyelids. I feel her sucking, harder and harder and faster and faster – I can't take the sheer force of my orgasm but she isn't giving up – as if on a personal mission to indeed suck me dry.

Finally emerging from the water; she swallowed my seed and smiled at me sweetly.

I am hers, I will always be hers. I am never going to walk away from her.