Emma Interlude: Forgiveness

Isaac rubbed his wrists. There were faint red marks where he had been straining against them, and a pang of guilt twisted my stomach.

"I forgive you," he said.

"Thank you, Isaac," I leaned forwards to kiss him, but he stopped me with a hand on my chest. I looked down at it, surprised.

"On one condition. Prove that you're mine."

I suppressed a smile. So that's how he wanted to play this? Interesting.

"Of course, baby," I gushed. "Thank you, so much." I kissed him, and pressed him back onto the mattress as we made out. There was nothing restrained about it, and within moments I was breathless and panting as his hands found my ass and squeezed, then did the same to my breasts. His mouth was even more ****, kissing around my neck before returning to my lips. "Isaac," I gasped.

Rolling us over so that he was on top, he continued ravishing me. His cock rubbed against my thigh and I spread my legs as I reached down and grasped him. Without a moment's hesitation, he pushed forwards and grunted into my mouth as he pressed me apart. Remembering my role, I moaned softly and broke the kiss. "Isaac," I whispered.

"Whose are you?" he asked as he pulled my legs onto his shoulders and withdrew until only his tip was inside me.

"Yours," I breathed. His eyes never left mine as he thrusted into me, a hungry fire burning in his pupils.

"Whose are you?" he repeated.

"Yours."

He thrusted again. I moaned a little, the combination of the eye contact, the position, and the whole situation doubling the pleasure.

"Whose are you?"

"Yours."

Thrust.

"Whose?"

"Yours."

Thrust. Moan.

"Whose?"

"Yours."

Thrust. Grunt.

"Yours," I breathed before he could ask. He thrusted. "I'm yours, I'm yours, fuck I'm yours, Isaac."

Gazing up at him, I continued whispering in an endless stream as he started bucking his hips in a steady rhythm. I only stopped when he leaned in and placed a sharp kiss on my lips before my legs **** him back again like a spring. One of his hands found my breast and squeezed, and I gasped softly.

"Isaac, I'm close," I moaned. He squeezed my other breast, and I shuddered at the pleasure rippling through my body. "Isaac ..."

His eyes never left mine as he brought me to the edge and sent me tumbling over it. "I'm yours, Isaac!" I cried out, playing it up for him as my body trembled beneath his. A wave of pleasure hit me, and I moaned through it, begging him not to stop with my eyes as my arms wrapped around his back and clung to him.

Isaac didn't last much longer after that. Still unable to take his eyes off me, his thrusts became ****, and he clung to my hips like he was clinging for his life.

"Make me yours, Isaac," I begged. "Cum inside me."

That tipped him over, and he slowed to a crawl as he came, groaning and gasping. I held his face in my hands and watched the fire in his eyes be sated, with a pleading look on my own face. Then he was spent.

"God, I love you, Emma," he whispered as he started to soften inside me.

"Red," I whispered. "I love you too."

He smiled weakly and rolled off me, and I stretched out my legs. His arm wrapped around me, and I nestled against him, still basking in the afterglow. Cum leaked from my pussy onto the towel.

Once we had both got our breath back, I put my cheek on his chest and looked up at him with a smirk playing on my lips. "I take it you enjoyed that?"

He hesitated. "Yeah, but ..."

I stroked his chest, waiting for him to find the words.

"It was intense when you were with Mike. When you're with him normally, I feel like I'm still a part of it, but that was different. You left me for him, and I ..." He trailed off. "You couldn't have asked in fifteen minutes so I could recover?"

I grinned. "Sorry."

He laughed and squeezed me. "No you're not."

I grinned again. "So, being cuckolded isn't your thing? You were pretty into it after ..."

"No, it's ... weird. It was good, but I wouldn't want to do that often, it was ... a lot. And maybe a little close to the comparison line." He brushed my hair behind my ear and smiled. "And the handcuffs and edging were downright evil."

I laughed. "I'm glad that wasn't too far. I ... I wanted to push, but that was pushing hard."

"You made up for it."

"True."

We lay there for a little longer, listening to each other's breathing. I smiled to myself, truly satisfied from the sex and the feeling of Isaac's arm around my shoulders. Beyond the sex and the kinks, just being around him made me happy. In the space of one short breath, I realized I couldn't imagine the last couple semesters without him, and looking back on who I was before we started our game gave me a strange feeling of pride. Letting him in hadn't made me any less twisted, but the connection grounded me. Intimacy no longer scared me, not that I would ever have admitted that it had.

Pecking him on the lips, I rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. By the time I got back, he was in the middle of pulling on his shirt, but he froze when he looked up at me. I smirked, watching his eyes roam my body like he was seeing it for the first time again.

"Don't go getting any ideas," I said, starting to wiggle into my clothes. "And go and clean up! Gross!"

Almost as soon as Isaac emerged from the bathroom, there was a knock on the door before it opened a crack. Mike's face poked in, looking sheepish. "Am I interrupting?"

"Not this time," Isaac said. I grinned.

"Not my idea, dude," Mike shook his head and opened the door wider, and a rich, greasy aroma wafted in. Apologetically, he held up two takeaway bags. My stomach grumbled at the sight, and Isaac shot me a grin.

I flicked him the middle finger. "You really know the way to a woman's heart, Mike. I might just have to reward you more later."

I hooked my arm through his, and Mike laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. I glanced at Isaac, who crossed his arms and looked at me knowingly. Slut, he mouthed.

Pervert, I winked back.

"Can you guys stop flirting so we can eat, please? I basically hot-boxed my car with the smell and now I really, really need to eat or I think I'll die."