JC watched Emmanuelle with his three-year-old son Josh. It didn’t seem like that long ago when she was just another piece of furniture at Josh’s daycare center. To be fair, at the time was totally and completely frazzled beyond belief – he had to be to miss such a beauty. He didn’t know a thing about taking care of an active toddler who had been literally left on his doorstep. He had believed that fatherhood was something for the far future – until DNA tests proved the child named Joshua Scott Chasez, Junior to be JC’s son. To his shame and consternation, he couldn’t even recall the woman who had given birth to Josh – she apparently wanted nothing from him. Her note had simply said, “I can’t take care of him anymore. It’s your turn.” She had given complete custody of the little boy to his famous father and disappeared. JC had come a long way in those six months – and Emmanuelle had been there to help him along.
The first time he truly saw Emmanuelle had been a night like much like tonight. Once again, he was late picking up Josh. She had offered to stay behind until JC could collect the child. It had grown even later. She had fed Josh one of his favorite meals of Spaghettios; they watched his favorite video; then the boy had fallen asleep on the sofa of her office while she caught up on paperwork. When JC had finally realized the time and broke every traffic law known to man to get to Sunshine and Rainbows Child Care Center, he expected to be reamed royally. Instead he was faced with a calm understanding girl with fascinating eyes and a French-Canadian accent. She was kind and lovely to look at. He offered to make her dinner since he had made her miss hers. She accepted. They had shared a lot of dinner making in his or her kitchens since.
“Hi, Daddy!” Josh grinned broadly when he saw his father. The little tyke was looking more like his handsome father as the days when by.
“Hey, tiger!” JC grrrred as was expected as he swung the boy up to settle on one hip.
“I been good for Miss Emma,” the child announced.
“You have?” When Josh nodded, JC gave him a kiss on the forehead. “That makes me very proud of you.”
Josh beamed, pleased with the praise.
Emmanuelle smiled at the ready affection the two displayed. They’d had a rocky start, but she had always known they would be fine.
JC caught her gaze; he knew what she was thinking. She’d given him faith enough to accept his son. “Now, it’s time for me to be good to Miss Emma.” He winked at her as she grabbed her purse. “What would Miss Emma say to me calling in a pizza tonight and just kicking back?”
“Pizza!” Josh clapped excitedly. Pizza ranked right up there with his Spaghettios.
Emmanuelle rolled her eyes. “Pizza it is.”
JC leaned forward to brush his mouth over hers. “We can order anything you want, Manue,” he said quietly. “I want tonight to be perfect.”
"How can it not be perfect? I shall be with my two favorite fellows.”
“Thanks, baby.” He kissed her again – this time longer and more thoroughly.
“Yuk!” Josh declared.
Emmanuelle chucked his gently beneath his chin. “Just you wait, mon ami. You will like it when you are older.”
Once Josh was settled in his car seat, JC headed the SUV towards home. Automatically, he took one of Emmanuelle’s hands from her lap and rested it on his thigh.
Emmanuelle sighed happily. They had been testing the waters of intimacy for about a month now. It was sweet how JC actually courted her, taking things slowly. He knew she had never been with a man – but some nights she wanted to scream for the want of him. She supposed she needed to show him she was ready, but she didn’t know how. With timid fingers, she let her hand creep further up his leg, barely brushing the bulge at the front of his jeans. At his smothered groan, she snatched her hand back.
“No, baby.” He pressed her hand against the swell once more. “I want you to touch me.”
“Not if I cause you discomfort.”
He spared a glance to grin at her. “Manue, you’ve caused me ‘discomfort’ since I first looked at you.” He slid a hand between her jean-clad legs. “I can only hope I cause equal discomfort in you.”
“You do, mes yeux bleus.”
“You know it makes me hot when you talk French,” he growled teasingly. At a stoplight, he leaned close to whisper in her ear. “Do you have any naughty French for the bedroom?”
“Joshua!” She pretended to be scandalized, then laughed. “You are a horrible man.”
After dinner of pepperoni pizza, JC and Emmanuelle saw to Josh’s bedtime routine. The child fell asleep before JC was half way through his lullabye. Quietly, the couple left the room.
JC stopped in front of his open bedroom door and looked questioningly at Emmanuelle. “Manue?”
“Yes, please.”
Taking her hand, he led her into the vast room with the huge bed and closed the door.
A moment of panic swept over her. She wanted this. She so wanted this…”I—I wish I had a beautiful gown you could remove from my body,” she murmured. It had been her fantasy…
“You don’t need it to turn me on, baby. Your sexy body in blue jeans and a tee-shirt are more than enough turn-on for me,” he assured her. He gazed into her strangely colored eyes. Since the first time he looked into to them, he was fascinated. The right one was mostly blue with a bit of green. The left one was mostly green with flecks of blue and brown. So unusual, so mesmerizing. “Say the word, Manue. We’ll stop and wait until you have that gown you want.”
“I am being silly, non? I feel I cannot live one more night without you in me.”
“That’s what I need, too, baby.”
“What do we do first?”
“Well…like we do on the sofa.”
“Kiss and grope each other through our clothes?” she teased.
JC laughed. “For starters.” He went to the bedside table, checking the baby monitor and taking several condoms from the drawer. For the bed, he pulled the comforter and covers to the foot. He kicked off his shoes and laid on the bed, his arms out to her. “Join me?”
Emmanuelle removed her shoes and socks. Climbing onto the mattress, she lay with her head on his shoulder.
His kisses started out sweet and gentle until he felt her catch fire. Their tongues twined and mates as their hands explored each other. He buried his hands in her silky brown hair as he slanted his mouth hungrily over hers, taking and tasting.
She moaned her pleasure as he pressed her down with his hard, lean body. Her fingers stroked his neck and broad shoulders. For one so slight, he was wonderfully substantial beneath her questing hands.
“I want to see you, Manue, touch you and taste you,” JC told her as he reached for the hem of her shirt.
“Oh, yes!”
He stripped away the shirt and gazed down at her slim body. Slender as she was, man, those were some sweet, dangerous curves. He found himself smiling.
“What?”
“Damn, teachers didn’t look like this when I was in school.”
“And exactly how many teachers did you see déshabillé?”
JC reached around to rid her of her sexy lace and satin bra. “I don’t speak French, but if you asking me how many teachers I undressed…None.”
“Then how do you know what they looked like?—“
He cut her speech short by taking her full breasts in his hands and squeezing them gently.
“Mmm…”
“Beautiful.” Lying down beside her, he made a string of baby kisses from her jaw, down her throat, to her breasts. He kissed around the areola, spiraling in until he reached the rosy nipple begging for his attention. He gladly gave it. He swirled his tongue around the bud until it achieved the perfect hardness, then he suckled until she was whimpering and squirming. “Easy, baby, I’ve just started.”
“Joshua…” She tugged at his shirt, impatient to feel his hot flesh beneath her palms. “Please…”
“You ready for naked?” JC asked.
“Oh, please, yes!”
He whipped off his shirt and tossed it away. Instead of ridding himself of clothing, he unfastened her jeans, tugging them down and off with her silky panties. “Damn! You’re beautiful.”
“You are still wearing too much, Monsieur Chasez.”
“You wanna see me so turned on I’m ready to explode?”
“I suppose I must. I am not planning to close my eyes,” Emmanuelle announced tartly.
Laughing, JC rolled to his feet. He yanked off his socks and shoved his jeans off. He hesitated at his boxer-briefs.
“All,” she commanded. “You cannot possibly make love to me with those on.”
Grinning, he retorted, “Actually, I can.”
“Joshua!”
“Okay…okay.” Peeling off his shorts, he watched for a negative reaction for her.
“Magnifique,” she purred.
“Why in the hell did I think you’d be shy?” he asked as he joined her once more.
“Because I have never seen a naked man.” She stroked her hands down his chest and belly. “Mmm…but I like the look of mon homme.”
‘Her man’ – he liked that. “Where was I?” He bent his head to her other breast.
As he treated both breasts to exquisite love, she explored his lean ribs, his taut buttocks, then wrapped curious fingers around his throbbing shaft.
“Manue,” he groaned, half in pain, half in pleasure.
“I am doing this wrong?”
“Ahh…no…” He reached down to teach her the touch he liked. “Oh, yeah…that feels so damn good, baby…” After a moment, he guided her hand away. “But I’ll lose it in the sheets if you keep it up.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
“I would.” He kissed her slowly and lingeringly as one hand traveled down her body, her beautiful, satiny body. Stroking the inner faces of her thighs, he began a generous glissade of damp kisses down her body.
“Joshua!” She was startled when his mouth brushed the triangle of brown curls between her legs. Instinctively, she tried to close her thighs, but his shoulders were there. “What?…I don’t know—“
“I do. I want to taste my baby girl and lap up her sweetness.”
Emmanuelle felt certain she should protest more…Then his kisses were pressed against her feminine petals and her body opened to his quest. Soft licks had her moaning softly with the most wonderful sensations. “Ohh…mon amant…”
JC firmed his tongue and pushed into her.
“Oooh!”
He would have smiled if his mouth hadn’t been so busy. Moving his tongue around her pleasure nub, he alternated between quick flicks, slow laps, and long licks meant to lure it from its hood.
Burying her hands in his curls, she urged him on. She unconsciously arched her back, begging him for more. She hadn’t known it could be like this – that he would want to give to her unselfishly. “Joshua…I—I…”
Lifting his head briefly, JC urged, “Go with it, baby. Just let it go.” Then he wrapped his lips around the bud and sucked ever so gently while his tongue continued to swirl around it.
Emmanuelle’s body grew tighter and tighter until she felt she would shatter – and then she did. “Josh-u-ah!” she cried out softly as she quaked and trembled beneath his talented mouth.
He moved back up to soothe her, kissing her, nuzzling her, crooning to her. “I’ve got you, baby. You’re okay…You’re doing all right.”
After a moment she opened her eyes. “Umm…'okay' and 'all right' do not cover what I just experienced.”
“Then you would not be adverse to doing it again at a later date?” JC grinned.
“You are a horrible man,” she teased again.
He set about proving he wasn’t so bad. Kisses and caresses meant to delight and enflame were tenderly forced upon her until she was mewling. Once again his fingers were between her legs.
“Non,” she protested.
“Gotta get you ready for me, Manue.” One finger pumped in and out, two, then three. “You’re so tight…” He reached for a packet on the table. Tearing it open, he made quick work of the protection. “Last call, baby. If we’re gonna stop—“
Smiling bravely, she urged him over her. “I want this, mes yeux bleus.”
Slowly, he entered her, each inch giving her time to adjust. He could feel her stretch to accommodate his girth. Then he pushed though the proof of her innocence.
Emmanuelle gasped and blinked once. It was done. It pinched but it hadn’t been terrible. “My wonderful lover,” she murmured as she smiled up into his worried face.
Seating himself fully, he held himself still. “You okay?”
“Mmm…hmm…I am filled with you.”
JC moved slowly at first, almost tentatively. When it was clear she was not only not in pain, but enjoying the sensations their bodies were creating, he increased his pace. “Manue, God, baby, you’re so tight and hot…” he growled possessively. Some primitive gene existed within him that said now she was his; he had claimed her maidenhead and she was his!
“Joshua, it’s happening again!” There was a little panicked catch in her voice. Her body was being ratcheted tighter, tauter.
“Let it come, baby girl. Let me feel you,” he told her, dropping urgent kisses on her lips and breasts.
Emmanuelle’s fingers curled into his shoulders as her hips raised into his downward thrust. “Ahhh!…”
“Oh, yeah, baby, come on!”
“Joshua…I…Josh-u-ah!”
JC let her ride the first wave, her inner walls gripping him deliciously, then he drove her up one more time so they could fly together. “Manue!” he cried out as she called to him one more time.
Panting and shaking, they held to each other as they floated back to earth.
“Wow!” she whispered against his mouth.
“Really wow!” He kissed her deeply.
“If I had known it was this good—“
“You still woulda waited for me.”
She wrinkled her nose teasingly. “But I would not have waited so long for you!”
JC kissed the tip of her adorable nose. “And next time, I’ll have the gown and the roses and champagne, the whole deal.”
Emmanuelle shook her head. “My dearest Joshua, I had the whole deal.”
“You deserve everything, baby.”
“For now, I shall settle for something to sleep in.”
Love was going to be so good with his little imp.
