Emma and Ronin PT1

Emma Rawlings stood in the back of the elevator, a bead of sweat slowly running down the nape of her neck. She felt hot and flushed even though she stood right under a vent with cool air blowing down on her. Emma saw her reflection in the mirrored wall of the elevator. Her auburn brown hair was pulled back, neat, and the blue-green eyes that looked back at her were much calmer and belied the swirling emotions she felt in the pit of her stomach. In her right hand, she clutched the business card of the man she had met the night before.

Emma had originally gone to the bar to catch up with some old friends, and as was typical, her friends stayed for a few drinks and then one by one left talking of other commitments until she was sitting at the bar alone. As her last friend departed, it seemed to be a signal to the men around the bar – all nursing drinks in various states of drunkenness. Before the door closed behind her last friend, the first approached her, then the second, and third. Emma wasn’t sure why she hadn’t left yet. As a fourth man stumbled her way, she felt a firm hand on her shoulder as a man sat down beside her with a calm confidence that immediately made her fourth suitor stop in his tracks.

“Pardon me, but I couldn’t stand to see any more of these buffoons interrupt your evening,” the man said softly as he signaled the bartender for a drink. “My name is Ronan Quinn.”

Emma stumbled over her own name as she considered how calm she felt, despite Ronan’s brashness. He was a tall man, well dressed, with brown eyes that shone like amber and raven black hair touched with gray that seemed to accentuate his appearance. Now that she looked up at him, Ronan seemed the only man in the bar, the rest just boys pretending. The conversation seemed natural, not at all what you would expect between strangers. Ronan truly seemed interested in what she had to say. When he disagreed on a topic, his dissent was a challenge among equals, instead of the usual droning of a man who assumed he was right. As they talked Ronan would stare into her eyes; Emma couldn’t decide if he was trying to see into her soul, or undress her with his eyes. She secretly hoped it was the latter as she imagined his firm, confident hands on her body. The thought suddenly made her aware of her sensitive nipples rubbing against her bra. She fidgeted in her chair under his gaze, and the warm buzzing sensation from the alcohol now seemed to extend down to her clit.

As the conversation wound down, Ronan stood up to leave. Emma followed him out the door and waited as he flagged down a taxi.

“Ms. Rawlings, thank you for a wonderful evening. I’ve taken care of the fare, the taxi will get you home safely,” Ronan said softly.

Blushing furiously, Emma replied, “I hoped you would join me.”

“As much as I want to, and I really want to, I won’t take advantage of a lady when alcohol is involved.” Ronan leaned down to her and kissed her gently on the cheek.

Emma’s body came alive at the touch of his lips. A tingling sensation washed over her as goosebumps formed on her neck, her nipples became rock hard as she imagined those lips engulfing her breasts, and she could feel her pussy come alive, yearning for his touch.

“I don’t think I’d mind if you took advantage of me right now, I might even enjoy it,” Emma replied, shocked that the words were coming out of her mouth.

“If you haven’t changed your mind, come by my office tomorrow at noon,” Ronan whispered in her ear. He slid a business card into her hand, before turning and walking into the night.

The elevator shuddered as it stopped letting the last person besides Emma off. It was enough to bring her back to the present. She looked back at her reflection and adjusted the brown dress she had chosen to wear, the color reminding her of Ronan’s eyes. Emma still couldn’t believe she had come, couldn’t believe she was being this bold. She watched as the numbers on the elevator’s display changed. 24. 25. Emma Rawlings didn’t get dressed up and go to the office of a man she had just met. The elevator kept climbing. 26. Yet here she was. 27. And for what? She wasn’t sure what would happen. 28. She wasn’t even sure what SHE wanted to happen. 29. Her stomach seemed to be doing backflips. 30. What if this was a game? 31. Did Ronan really want her? 32. Maybe, she would leave. 33. The doors opened.

It seemed as if Emma was watching someone else walk off the elevator. The middle of the floor was filled with cubicles, while offices lined the walls. The cacophony of office sounds hit her as she walked onto the floor. Many of the cubicles were occupied as people ate lunch while talking on the phone. She could hear various parts of conversations, people trying to close financial trades. Ronan had a large corner office. The door was open, but the blinds on all of his windows were drawn shut. As Emma walked to the door, Ronan emerged with another man.

“Seth, thank you for the update. I’ll expect your full report by the end of the day.” Emma heard Ronan say as they walked out the door.

When Ronan saw Emma, he smiled warmly. “Ahh Ms. Rawlings, I’m glad you made it. Please come in.” Ronan led her into his spacious office, closing the door behind them.

Emma heard a click as Ronan locked the door.

“I assume since you’re here, you haven’t changed your mind about me taking advantage of you. Let’s see if you enjoy it after all.” Ronan smiled as he led Emma to a plush black leather couch.

Emma felt the butterflies melt away as Ronan pushed her down on the couch. He straddled her and brought his lips close to hers but not touching. As she moved to meet his lips, Ronan kept his lips just out of reach. While Emma strained to close the distance, she noticed his clean citrus scent, and beneath that, woodsmoke that hinted at nights spent by the fireplace. After what seemed like an eternity, Ronan’s lips were on hers; soft and supple. As Emma’s tongue swirled with Ronan’s, she could taste bitter notes of his mornings coffee mixed with caramel.

The kisses became longer and more passionate. Emma could feel the rough texture of his stubble against her cheek as she ran her fingers through his silky smooth hair. Emma let out a sigh as Ronan’s kisses began moving down her neck. Each kiss felt like a jolt of electricity. Her nipples stiffened as his hands roamed across her body, lightly caressing her breasts before moving down her back and then up to her hair. Ronan grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as he kissed and sucked on her neck and earlobe. Her pussy had come alive and ached for his touch; her clit pulsed. She’d be surprised if her panties weren’t soaked already.

“I want you,” Ronan whispered in her ear.

Emma tried to speak, but she couldn’t find words to reply. She was overwhelmed with sensation. Ronan’s kisses moved further down her neck as his hands undid the clasp at the back of her bra. Ronan threw the bra to the floor as Emma’s supple breasts came free. Emma inhaled deeply as Ronan wrapped his lips around her nipple. There was no hesitation, Ronan knew what he wanted and he was determined to get it. Emma surrendered herself to his control and basked in the waves of pleasure as Ronan licked and sucked her nipples. She reached down and began rubbing his cock, feeling it stiffen at her touch. Emma could feel Ronan’s hand slowly make its way up her thigh before lightly rubbing up and down the lips of her pussy. She could hear Ronan moan softly; her panties were soaked and with each touch of his hand, she pushed her pussy up against his fingers.

“Fuck. You’re so wet,” Ronan whispered.

“All because of you,” she managed to reply, gasping as another wave of pleasure washed over her at his touch.

Ronan kissed down her stomach and kneeled down in front of her. He grabbed Emma’s panties and slowly pulled them off, all while looking up at her with lust in his eyes. He disappeared under her dress and moments later she could feel his lips kissing up her leg. Starting down by her ankle, Ronan kissed up her calf, then her thigh, all the way to the lips of her pussy before moving to her other leg and starting all over again.

Emma could feel Ronan pause above her, his warm breath over her pussy, her clit tingling with anticipation. She squirmed waiting for him, wanting his mouth on her pussy. She pushed her hips up, pushing her pussy to his mouth.

“Please,” Emma whimpered, “Lick me. Lick my tight little pussy.”

In an instant, Emma felt Ronan’s warm tongue press against the slick lips of her pussy. Emma gasped. With each stroke of Ronan’s tongue, he delved deeper and deeper until Emma felt Ronan slide against her clit.

The room seemed to shrink as Emma became even more aware of her body. She could feel goosebumps form down her arms. Her heart pounded in her chest. And her nipples. Emma thought her nipples had been hard before, thought they had been sensitive. Just brushing against them with her fingers as she teased her breasts sent waves of pleasure through her body.

Ronan’s tongue darted around Emma’s clit. Flicking it, licking it, tracing patterns with varying amounts of pressure. Every so often Ronan would pull her clit into his mouth, sucking it softly. Eventually, he settled into a steady rhythm.

Emma felt a new sensation as Ronan slipped a finger into her dripping pussy. A second finger joined the first. As Ronan increased his tempo, Emma moved her hips in time with his tongue, her hands alternated between teasing her nipples and squeezing her breasts.

Emma felt an orgasm building deep inside her. She grabbed the back of Ronan’s head as she gyrated her hips, pushing her pussy into his mouth, moving faster and faster to the tempo of Ronan’s tongue. Emma’s hands pulled Ronan’s hair as the orgasm enveloped her, she did her best to stifle a loud moan. Emma’s juices gushed into Ronan’s waiting mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, Emma became aware of the world around her. Ronan sat back up beside Emma and kissed her deeply. She could taste her pussy all over his lips and feel his hard cock pressed up against her.

“On your knees, if you please, Ms. Rawlings,” Ronan said in a sure firm voice.

“Yes sir,” Emma whispered hoarsely, still trying to catch her breath.

Ronan guided Emma’s hands to his cock as his pants dropped to the floor. She took his cock in her hands before running her tongue up and down its length. As she took his cock into her mouth, Emma ran her fingers over Ronan’s balls and then caressed his thighs and ass. Emma worked her mouth over Ronan’s cock, using her tongue to tease his head and shaft.

Ronan grabbed the back of her head with a firm handful of her hair and with measured thrusts, began sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Each thrust Ronan pressed his dick deeper and deeper until Emma had taken his full length. A deep moan of pleasure escaped his lips as Ronan held there for a long moment. Emma’s eyes began to water at the sensation before Ronan gave her a quick moment to regain some composure and then started over again and again and again. Ronan’s breathing became fast and harsh, his thrusts more powerful. With an effort, Ronan pulled himself away, his cock twitching.

“God that feels exquisite, but I’m not done with you yet Ms. Rawlings,” Ronan rasped in a husky voice.

Sliding a condom onto his cock, Ronan sat on the couch and pulled Emma on top of him. He grabbed her hips and slid her pussy over his cock. As Emma began to grind against Ronan’s cock, his hands ran up her thighs, stomach, and then breasts. Ronan’s hands caressed Emma’s breasts, tightening suddenly almost to pain as a wave of pleasure rolled over him.

Emma felt Ronan move one hand down between them rubbing her clit with his thumb. His other hand was on her back pulling her to him. Ronan kissed her deeply his tongue moving with the same urgent abandon that she felt with his cock in her pussy. She moved her hips pushing him deeper and grinding her clit on his finger.

Ronan grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling Emma’s head back. He licked, kissed, and sucked his way down her neck and to her breasts. Ronan’s hold on her hair caused her back to arch giving Ronan full access to her nipples. Ronan licked and sucked her nipples like a starving man devouring an unexpected meal.

Emma felt another orgasm building deep inside her. She moaned and whimpered as each wave of pleasure built to a crescendo. Emma could feel Ronan’s cock stiffen more with each of her moans. As the world fell away in pleasurable bliss, Emma could feel Ronan’s cock throb as he came with her. His nails dug roughly into her back and his own moans filled her ears. Their bodies quivering together locked in pleasure and embrace.

When they had both recovered somewhat Ronan pulled a handkerchief from his pocket handing it over to Emma. Emma took a few minutes to get dressed and compose herself. Her scent seemed to fill the office. Ronan led her to the door and opened it.

“Ms. Rawlings, hopefully, you found the meeting as productive as I did. I still think we have some work to do. What’s your availability look like next week?” Ronan said in a calm confident manner.

“I’ll check my schedule, Mr. Quinn. I’m sure we can find time to meet again.” Emma replied with a knowing smile.

As Emma stepped back onto the elevator, she mused thinking her lunch hours would be much more interesting moving forward.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/u4ho5u/emma_and_ronin_pt1