Chapter 3 Don't you want me

Emma's pov

I couldn't believe I had burnt the chicken for our dinner! This was supposed to be my chance to show Luis that I was mature, capable, and the perfect wife material. Although getting married to Luis was a perfect and imaginary thought. Instead, I had proven I couldn't even handle a simple dinner. But I wasn't going to let it ruin the evening. Luis had suggested we cook together tomorrow or even more, which only meant more time with him in close quarters. Besides, the guy had just delivered the pizza and I had already picked out a scary movie for us to watch minutes later.

As we settled down to eat, I could barely manage a slice, too excited about spending the evening with him. Once he had had his fill, I made popcorn and tugged him toward the couch.

"This movie is supposed to be terrifying," I said, snuggling close to the bowl of popcorn. "I'm way too scared to watch it alone. I'm grateful you are around."

We started the film, but my attention kept drifting to Luis, both my thoughts and my soul. His profile in the dim light, the steady rise and fall of his chest, I couldn't take my eyes off him. I leaned in, pressing my thigh against his and tucking myself closer. Every inch of him felt strong and solid, and I craved more. I fought the urge to climb into his lap outright, knowing I had to play this carefully. He saw me as off-limits, but the tension between us was undeniable. I couldn't forget the way his body had responded when he had held me earlier in the kitchen. I knew he wanted me; now, I just needed him to act on it.

Setting the popcorn aside, I grabbed the handmade blanket and draped it over our laps. Curling my legs beneath me, I rested my head on his shoulder, pretending to focus on the movie. His warmth seeped into me, and I felt a deep sense of rightness being this close to him.

When the music on the screen swelled, signaling something terrifying, I let out a small squeal and slid onto his lap. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, and whispered,

"It's too scary, Luis."

He stilled beneath me, his body going rigid for a moment before his arms wrapped around me. The weight of his hands on my back was gentle, almost soothing, but the warmth of his touch sent a shiver down my spine that settled low in my belly. My body reacted instantly, heat pooling between my thighs. I bit my lip, worried he might feel the dampness seeping through my shorts onto his jeans, but when his cock stiffened against me, my resolve to move evaporated.

I stayed where I was, perched sideways on his lap with my legs stretched out along the couch, my side leaning against the solid wall of his chest. my face was still nuzzled into the crook of his neck, and the scent of him. It was warm, musky, and intoxicating as it made my head swim. Slowly, I pulled the blanket higher, covering myself from the waist down. It was reckless, I knew, like standing too close to an open flame, but my need burned hotter than reason. I had to touch myself. I mean, the most sensitive part of myself. The thought was maddening, but the ache between my legs was unbearable. Maybe, if I was careful enough, I could get away with it. My breath hitched as I slid a hand beneath the blanket, inching it down toward my throbbing pussy. My fingers brushed the damp fabric of my shorts, and a thrill of embarrassment mixed with excitement coursed through me. Ignoring the wet spot, I pressed my fingertips against the slick seam of my slit, teasing myself through the fabric before daring to dip beneath it.

The moment my finger slid inside, I had to stifle a moan. I quickly moved to my clit, tracing slow, deliberate circles that sent waves of pleasure radiating through me. My breathing grew shallow, but I fought to keep my movements subtle, careful not to alert Luis to what I was doing. So far, he hadn't noticed or if he had, he wasn't saying anything.

I rubbed faster, desperate to climax before I got caught. The hardness of his cock pressing against my ass only added to the intensity. His hard cock pressed against my ass was really helping me out with that, but it was also pure torture to have him so close but not inside me. I thought about it, though. I imagined straddling him, his thick cock driving into me, stretching me, claiming me. The thought of him filling me completely, marking me as his, sent a delicious shudder through me. My fantasies went deeper, my mind racing ahead to him cumming inside me, owning me in a way no one else ever could. The idea of him impregnating me wasn't new. It was a secret, forbidden fantasy I barely let myself acknowledge. He'd never understand if I told him.

Lost in the haze of my thoughts, I barely realized I had started rocking my hips against him, grinding my pussy against the hard ridge of his cock while my fingers worked frantically beneath the blanket. I was seconds away from release when his voice, low and stern in my ear, brought me crashing back to reality.

"Emma," he said, his voice deeper than usual, carrying an unmistakable edge. He didn't sound angry, more like he was struggling to restrain himself.

My hand froze instantly. I buried my face against his neck, so close that my lips brushed his skin. The temptation was unbearable. I flicked out my tongue, dragging it slowly across his warm flesh.

My goodness, he tasted divine. He groaned, his cock twitching beneath my ass.

"What are you doing?" he growled, his voice a low, unsteady mix of frustration and desire.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you fingering yourself on my lap?"

"I'm sorry, Luis," I whimpered, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. "I can't help it. I just... I want you so badly."

When I finally mustered the courage to look up, his eyes were locked on me, dark and heavy with lust. The sheer hunger in his gaze sent another warm gush of arousal to my fingers.

"Don't you want me, Luis?"

I slid my hand out of my shorts and brought my fingers to his mouth, trailing them along his lips, slick and glistening.

"Don't you want to taste me, Luis?"