Secrets and Silhouettes

Tonight is the night

Emmet's expression shifts slightly, and he meets my gaze with a thoughtful look. "You never know," he replies cryptically, a hint of something more in his tone. "Sometimes friendships can surprise you."

Emmet stops out of sight, and we exit the car, making our way to the front door. He opens it, and we step inside. My shopping bags sit on the kitchen counter, and a smile tugs at my lips. Perhaps I could still execute that delayed surprise.

"I'm going to take a shower," Emmet announces.

"Okay," I reply, watching him head off. While he is in the shower, I sneak one of the outfits into my bag. I had planned on showering after him, then slipping into one of the outfits. I would put my silk gown on and then sneak into his bed.

"All done," he says.

"My turn," I say, taking the towel he hands me.

"Sure," he says, and I close the door behind me. "Hungry?" he asks before I shut the door.

"Is the chef you?" I tease.

"Maybe," he replies.

"Please," I say. I close the door and open the water. Stepping under the water. Mostly, I just stand there, trying to wash away my nerves. I hope he likes the surprise. After the shower, I slip into the lingerie and my silk gown.

I open the door and walk into an inexplicable aroma. "Oh wow," I say, inhaling deeply. "What are you making?"

Emmet just smiles. "It's a secret recipe."

I close my eyes to savor the scent, and when I open them, Emmet is a few inches away from me. I lift one hand and wrap it around his neck, while the other hand I place on his lower back.

I pull him closer and kiss him, feeling the warmth of his lips against mine. He responds eagerly, and I lift my other hand to wrap it around his neck too. As the kiss deepens, he lifts me up effortlessly, and for a moment, I'm lost in the sensation of being held in his arms.

However, I remember my surprise and break the kiss reluctantly. "I will set the table and make some coffee. You finish the food," I say, trying to hide my excitement.

Emmet nods and continues cooking while I set the table. The aroma of the food fills the room, making my stomach growl in anticipation. When we sit down to eat, the first bite is heavenly. Sexy sounds escape my lips involuntarily, and I blush at the unintentional display of pleasure.

"If this is what you sound like eating delicious food, what do you sound like when you do delicious things?" Emmet teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I feel my cheeks flush even more at his suggestive remark. "I don’t know, I've never done... delicious things," I reply quickly, trying to play it off with a shy smile.

The mischievous glint in Emmet's eye dulls as my response sinks in. "You have not… You are still…" he starts, but I finish his sentence for him. "A virgin? Yes, I am still a virgin," I confirm, meeting his gaze.

His eyes search mine, and he seems genuinely curious. "How did you manage that? I can't resist you, and that night in the kitchen... I don’t know where the willpower came from, but I'm glad it did," he admits a hint of confusion on his face.

I pause, considering his question carefully. "Well, I never allowed myself to be in a situation where it could happen," I explain. "And if things ever became weird or awkward, then I left. I always felt I owed no one an explanation if I wanted to leave."

Emmet nods slowly, seemingly understanding my perspective. "That's admirable," he says sincerely. "You should never feel pressured to do anything you're not ready for."

I smile gratefully at his understanding. "Thank you," I reply, feeling a weight lifted off my shoulders. "It's just how I've always been."

We continue our meal in comfortable silence, the topic of conversation shifting to lighter subjects as we enjoy each other's company. Despite the initial awkwardness, I feel a sense of relief knowing that Emmet respects my boundaries.

As we finish cleaning up, I offer to make some coffee. "I'm going to make some coffee, do you want some?" I ask Emmet.

"Yeah, that sounds delicious," he replies, his smile mischievous.

As I turn to head to the kitchen, Emmet hugs me from behind and starts to undo my gown. My heart races as he stares at my reflection in the window. Swiftly, I turn around to face him, and he opens my gown completely.

"Oh. My. God," he breathes out, his eyes trailing over my body. His gaze meets mine, and I see desire flicker in his eyes.

"I need you to not control yourself," I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation. "But I need this to happen tonight. Please," I add, almost begging.

Emmet's expression softens as he takes in my words. Without a word, he closes the distance between us, his hands gentle as they explore my body. His touch sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel the tension building between us. Tonight feels like the culmination of so many emotions and desires, and I can't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with nervousness as we embrace each other in the dimly lit kitchen.

"This is definitely happening," Emmet says with a determined tone. "Coffee will have to wait."

With effortless strength, he lifts me off the ground, and my legs instinctively wrap around his body, pulling him closer. As he carries me to his room, I can feel the anticipation building between us.

Once in his room, he gently lays me on the bed, his touch sending waves of desire through my body. With deliberate slowness, he removes his shirt, each movement calculated to tease and tantalize. The shirt falls to the floor in a pool of fabric, revealing his toned physique.

Emmet then unbuttons his pants, sliding them down his legs with deliberate care. He stands before me in only his boxer briefs, a sight that ignites a fire within me.

Leaving the room momentarily, he returns with all the condoms I had bought the day of the accident. He raises an eyebrow as he looks at me, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Did you think we would use them all tonight or what?" he quips.

Flustered, I stumble over my words before managing to reply, "I didn't know what size to take," I say with a sheepish smile. "Besides, we have a few days alone together, and I've heard that once you start, you don't really stop. So, yeah. Maybe we should try to finish all of them."

Emmet's laughter fills the room as he joins me on the bed, his eyes filled with warmth and desire. As we share a knowing smile, I can't help but feel a surge of excitement for what is about to happen.

“You have not done this before so we have to take it slow. I don’t want to hurt you.” He said.

“I am good with that,” I say. “So what is first?” I said, a hint of excitement in my voice.

“Foreplay,” his smile is playful and sinister at the same time. “And what does that look like?” I ask

“Well first, this has to go,” he tugs at the strings keeping my gown in place. He slides it over my shoulders letting it fall to the floor in a soft pool around my feet. His touch is gentle yet purposeful as he traces his fingers along the contours of my body, sending shivers down my spine.

"Next," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire, "we explore each other's desires and boundaries. Communication is key."

I nod, my heart pounding with anticipation as I meet his gaze, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of what's to come. This moment, filled with anticipation and vulnerability, is the beginning of a journey we'll navigate together, exploring pleasure and intimacy in ways I've only ever dreamed of.

I lift my hands, twist one of the strings around my finger and pull away from my body, the bow comes undone and expose myself to Emmet. His breath hitch and desire pools in his eyes. He steps towards me, he placed his hands on my ribs, holding me gently but firmly as if to steady himself. His touch sends a jolt of electricity through me, igniting a fire that burns hotter with each passing moment.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispers, his voice husky with desire as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against mine in a tantalizingly slow kiss. I respond eagerly, matching his intensity as our bodies press together, aching with longing.

His hands roam over my skin, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that leaves me breathless. I arch into his touch, aching for more as he trails kisses down my neck, igniting a fire that burns brighter with each passing moment.

With a low growl of desire, he lifts me effortlessly into his arms, carrying me towards the bed where we'll explore each other's bodies with a passion that knows no bounds. In this moment, there's no room for hesitation or doubt, only the raw, unbridled desire that consumes us both as we give in to the ecstasy of each other's touch.