Story PT 5

When they arrived at home Andrew was already there. "Oh, sorry. We got stuck in traffic."
"It's ok. I just got here myself." Andrew started to move slowly toward Emmalynn. She backed off real fast. "Emm...I just wanted to hug you. I haven't seen you in a while."
 "I...I am sorry!" With that Emmalynn ran up to the house crying. Andrew brought Rylan in the house and told him to go play while he talked to his mother.  He found Emmalynn in her room. Andrew knocked on the door. "Emm...Can I come in. I want to talk to you."
"Yes," she replied hesitantly. Andrew walked into Emmalynn's room. "Emm...baby please let me be here for you. I want to comfort you."
"Oh! Andrew it's not that I don't want to. I do...I even have dream about..."
"About what?"
"About us being together... I mean..."
"I know... I get it... Believe me it's not easy being around you and not thinking about it. I mean just standing here all I want to do is wrap my arms around you!" Slowly Emmalynn got off the bed and walked toward Andrew. Standing in front of him Andrew reached out and embraced Emmalynn in his arms. "See Emm I told you I won't hurt you."
"Thank you Andrew. I think from now on I will be more open to you and your affections." Andrew smiled and bent down to kiss Emmalynn. At first she shyed away but then she accepted it and couldn't stop. "We'd better stop this before it gets so far and we can't. I still have dinner to cook for you."
"As anxious as I am to eat a home cooked meal I think I could pass it up for this!"
"Andrew Michael...you're bad!" They walked out of the room hand in hand. Andrew kissed Emmalynn on the forehead and went in the living room and played with Rylan. Emmalynn got dinner all finished and they sat and ate. After dinner Andrew helped clean the kitchen. Then it was time for Rylan's bath. Andrew volunteered to do it so Emmalynn let him. She watched just to make sure he knew what he was doing. Finally bath time was over and Andrew put Rylan in bed and read him a story and tucked him in. "Well Andrew...you will make a great father some day."
"I don't want to be a father unless I know that you will be the mother."
"Well only time will tell. We have to take it one day at a time."
"Emm..I told you before if I could i would marry you right now."
"I know you would Andrew and I want to marry you... just give me some time...ok?"
"Ok...you take all the time you need. I will be here when you're ready!" Andrew went and sat down on the sofa with his head in his hands. "Andrew I'm not trying to hurt you. I am just scared."
"Emm I told you I will never hurt you." With that Andrew scooped her up in his arms and carried her to her room and laid her on the bed. He kissed her gently and smoothed her hair back from her face with a light pass of his hand. "Emm," he said as though tasting her name, and then he grinned. "I'm about to make love to you," he announced. "I'm not sure if I can please-" He laid an index finger on her lips. "Everything will be perfect," he said and the promise sent waves of desire rolling through her, heating her blood, making her body restless. "Let me prove it." She swallowed then nodded. Andrew fiddled with the buttons on Emmalynn's shirt. Her breasts strained against the fabric, reaching for him, and he smiled at that, bent his head, and touched the nipple with his tongue leaving a wet spot on the linen. Emmalynn groaned and arched her back. "Oh yes," Andrew whispered. "Yes," then he uncovered her breasts entirely, worked the shirt down over her shoulders. He fell o her hungrily, and she cried out in welcome, both hands cupped behind his head, pressing him close. Andrew took his time attending each breast in its turn, extracting whimpers and pleas from an increasingly frenzied Emmalynn. When he slid one hand down the front of her panties to caress her private place, she nearly went mad with the want of him. He kissed his way down her breastbone and made a circle around he navel with the tip of his tongue. His low groan echoed in her bones, but he didn't increase his pace. Instead he pushed his palm through the damp nest of curls at the juncture of her thighs and began a slow, light rubbing motion. Emmalynn strained against his hand, gasped when she felt his fingers slide inside her. And still it continued; he returned to her mouth, kissed her deeply demanding. She thought her heart would burst, it was racing so fast, and a pressure was building under Andrew's palm that threatened a sweet mayhem. She had never known never guessed. "Oh," she cried as fresh delicious shock rocketed through her veins. "Please-" He continued to kiss her, continued to ply her toward absolute madness. And then the sky split apart, and the Earth trembled, and Emmalynn clung to Andrew with both arms and sobbed while her body convulsed in ecstasy. He brought her down slowly, as slowly as he had raised her to heaven and when she lay still at last, dazed and breathing hard, he kissed and nibbled and teased her back to the same heated state of delicious madness she'd been in before. This time when she begged he parted her legs and mounted her, and just when she thought she might claw his bareback to ribbons in her desperation, he entered her. The thrust was powerful but exquisitely controlled, as were the ones to follow, and Emmalynn rode back up through the clouds, careened past stars and planets, and returned to herself only when a long timeless interval had passed. Andrew and Emmalynn fell asleep in each others arms while the moonlight danced on their naked bodies.