Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll novel Chapter 64

Then finally in control and feeling like this was a good approach I finished with.

"You are a gentleman but a very dangerous gentleman. Oh, dam I wish this bloody robe would stay in place. Give me a moment!" I said.

As I had been speaking, he had finally finished clearing up. So, he tossed the dustpan and brush on the side. I turned to retreat and as I did, he gently but firmly grabbed her arm.

"Let me go," I said turning back. "I am sorry okay," I added, although I had no idea what I was sorry for. All I felt was an overwhelming sadness and disappointment.

"You know I want you very much," he said quietly.

"I know," I whispered back, looking unhappy. "That's what I am saying. That's why it makes it so dangerous. You and me wanting each other so much." In my nervousness, I managed to stumble slightly. I put out my arm to steady myself, resting on the kitchen top. Mike smiled and took a step towards me.

"Don't," I said fearing what he might do and whether I had the will to resist. For a moment, unsure what else to do and feeling overwhelmed I placed my head on his shoulder.

"Hold me," I said, adding quietly, "I am frightened, Mike. I love my boyfriend," I added, We can't do this. It isn't right." The words came out so slowly and with lots of pauses that were not necessarily in the right places to make sense. This was because he was holding me so tightly, I could barely breathe, but god I loved it.

I felt so small in his arms but strangely safe and secure.

"You know what I mean," I said in a whisper and lifted my head from his shoulder.

Our eyes met in a long and lingering stare. He smiled weakly and put a finger on my bare stomach just above my waist. His eyes narrowed as I closed my eyes and breathed in very deeply and very slowly before finally exhaling.

"Don't Mike," I said, "please don't." But I knew I sounded unconvincing. A thrill went through me as I thought about how easily this particular top came undone. It had buttons down the middle. The material and buttons were already under considerable strain wrapped tightly across my 34E tits. I held my breath as his hand moved cautiously up my stomach to the bottom of my top.

The world seemed suddenly so still and quiet, the only sound the ticking of a clock on the wall. This made me aware of each second very slowly passing. And yet I was unable to move as Mike's finger slipped underneath my top.

"But he is my boyfriend," I managed to say. It was lame and of course not an answer. Or was it? Robbed of concentration I did not want an argument about whether I loved my boyfriend or not. Anyway, right now I was painfully aware of how much I had moaned on about him during the past week.

I was also thinking about how suddenly full of faults he seemed and boring compared to Mike, and the opportunity being offered. Then the other side of me head-butted in again and told me sternly that this was wrong and should not be happening.

I lifted my hand and placed it on his, meaning to stop him stroking my tits, but he brushed it away. This seemed to evaporate the little will I had to try and interrupt him from doing what he was doing. The problem was it felt so good.

"But he is not here," Mike said, and with a swift movement, he placed two hands on my bare waist and moved me around, so I was pressed against the fridge. There was a sense of being hemmed in that left me struggling with the idea that I liked being trapped.

"Pull yourself together"I said to myself. Nothing has happened yet. Stop it before it does!

"I know he is not here," I said. "But that does not," My voice faltered because Mike's hands were all over my body now and his face had a look of concentration on it which got my attention. Like he was checking me out. Assessing me. I knew I should be cross at this treatment. I am not a piece of meat, but I can not help but want him. I could see he liked what he saw and that excited me.