Emma Has A Secret

**Marshawn POV**

It’s cold and dark outside. The air is crisp of autumn leaves and the potential of a few sprinkles. As I walk to your front door which is actually hidden behind the house, I see my breath in front of me. I’m not nervous, we both know what we want. It’s the anticipation of having you that’s driving my breath into a slightly higher gear. We’ve wanted each other for years and now we finally have the availability.

As I approach your home, I see the lights peering through the close blinds and your shadows as you come to open the front door. There’s a brief pause, despite you being at the door. Even with me not being able to see you, I know you’ve fixed your hair and made your last few alterations to look your best. Adorable. You aim to please, yet you’ll be the one who gets your satisfactions met.

“Ahem, heyy,” you sing graciously, evoking a smile from both of us. Despite your introduction, you haven’t excused yourself out of my way. You’re nervous. It’s cute.

“You gon make me freeze my ass off or you gon let me in?” My raspy voice probes as I lick my lips while looking at yours. They’re pink as that pretty little pussy you hold. Or maybe you have a fat one. Within the hour, I won’t have to guess any longer. I’m not rushing to the sex, in any facet. However, with as much built tension as we have, me sticking my nose in your sexual business is bound to happen.

“I guess you can come in.” You shrug lightly, matching the minor flicker your eyes give at my snarky comment.

“Well, how very kind of you.” The warmth your house emits isn’t just with the heat of a thermostat. This house has love marked all around, from the family pictures, to the signs of family hanging on the wall. Even the scent of a vanilla candle makes your spot feel so homey.

“Emma?” Your mother calls, desperate to know the man that’s just entered into her domain. Hmmm, you’ve added an interesting element. It seems we’ll have to be as quiet as we can manage.

“Ma’am?” You question with a hint of nervousness lacing your tone. It’s as if I’m sneaking in, instead of being invited in.

“Who’s that?”

“This is my friend from High School, Marshawn.” You introduce properly as your mother comes out of her room with a smile. It’s clear that within these very few moments, she senses the sexual tension going on between us. I didn’t know it was that heavy myself until I stepped inside. However, I guess a few weeks texting back and forth and always having a thing for each other can do that to people.

“Marshawn, I’ve heard a lot about you!” She cheers, apparently catching both of us off guard. I’m able to keep my composure, you on the other hand have lost it.

“Mom! Don’t say that.” You demand, snatching my arm and pushing me to your bedroom doorway.

“It was nice to meet you!” I’m able to holler out before it’s just the two of us. “I like her already.”

“Don’t fucking start with me!” You bellow with a mixture mnm.....er.” I wink, getting her neck to snap back and take in my view. I sport a plain white shirt, white pants, and white Air Force One’s.

“Boy, shut the fuck up!” You demand. However, ever since I’ve entered into the domain of your room, you should be a hundred percent aware that I’m the only one allowed to demand anything.

“You can’t make me,” I whisper only loud enough for me to hear. I’ve said those same words too many times through text for them to not be reductant. And some gags without proof just run too long.

“Did you say what I think you did?” Hmm, I obviously don’t whisper as well as I thought. “Because if you did, yes, I can.” You ensure, plopping down on your queen sized bed. To my captivation, you don’t lay down. Instead, you sit with your arms back by your bottom so your alluring blue eyes can stay focused on my brown ones. However, this isn’t a staring contest. This is a silent fight for dominance and when your eyes finally break from mine, I know we’re both aware I’ve won.

With your eyes off of me, searching around the room as if you’re the guest, I’m able to observe your current position, it’s almost like you’re begging me to prove my words “you can’t make me” to you now. Nonetheless, I don’t want to be presumptuous. So, that means I’ll give you a few more times to give me hints before I make my move.

“Why do you have a bag on?” You probe, desperate to change the conversation.

“I’ve got a few gifts for you, if you’re up to see what they are.” I answer, raising the secrets that hold the keys to the pleasure you’ll be receiving for the next few hours. Or, however long you can take it.

“Ooo, of course.” The hint of lustful excitement drives smiles on both of our faces. You know just about what the gift will entail.

“You’ll have to be blindfolded first.” I admit, slowly unzipping the bag so the sound is the only thing you can focus on.

“What?”

“C’mon, you told me what you’re into. Don’t act innocent and surprised now.” You gasp as if we haven’t talked about it but it’s all a part of the game for you. You act like you don’t want to feel like a little whore, but secretly, you crave to be ridiculed and sexed like a slut. I’ve read between the lines and have studied the signs. You won’t open your legs for anyone, but for that person you do, you want them to make it worth it for all the others you decided weren’t worthy.

“I don’t-” You begin, but you’re testing me. You want to see if I’m willing to break down your walls so I can eventually break down your walls. Which might lead to me breaking down even more of your walls. Very interesting concept with have going, Ms. Em.

“Emma, give me a safe word. If you don’t like anything I’m doing, you say it and I’ll stop. No matter what. I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe. All that I want is to give you what you’ve been missing... You did say you run through batteries like a streamer who has an X-Box.” I remind with a smile. “I just want to hear how you sound when you’re cumming on my fingers. Then I want to see your eyes roll into the back of your head when you’re cumming on my tongue. Finally, I want to watch as your soul leaves your body when you’re cumming all over my dick.”