Operation: Tempt Me (34 page)

“Emma, how
are you?” Mr. Langston asked as he rang up her groceries while she daydreamed
of military campaigns and what it would be like to risk her life every day as
part of a job.

Shaking Finn
from her thoughts, Emma cleared her throat before speaking. “Very well. How’s
Peggy? I miss seeing her around.”

He let out a
heavy sigh. “Decided to stay in Boston after college. Her mama’s not happy, and
neither am I, but we understand. Not many young people can live this quiet life
we got going for ourselves around here. You’re one of the few youngsters to
stay here, Emma. Didn’t you ever want to go anywhere else?” he asked, bagging
her groceries as he tallied them on the old-fashioned keypunch register.

“Not really,
Mr. Langston, and I’m not a youngster any more. I figure if I get the urge to
see something else then I’ll travel, but I can’t think of anywhere else I’d
rather live than White Cap Creek.”

“Not gonna
find yourself a fella around here since they’re all moving to the city.”

She laughed
as another matchmaking session began. “Not looking for a fella, sir.”

“Girl needs
to have a man around the house. Don’t you get lonely all the way out on that
farm by yourself?”

This was the
problem with living where you grew up. Everyone knew your business. Especially
in a small town like White Cap Creek. Privacy just wasn’t really an option.
“Not at all. I’m very busy with my roses and my horses.”
And writing erotic
emails to Finn.

“Well, to
each his own I suppose,” he stated simply as he handed her the change with her
receipt. “You have a nice day for yourself, you hear?”

She accepted
the two brown paper bags he handed her. “Thank you. I will.”

After
finishing the last of her errands, Emma drove through town on her way home.
Suddenly the charming scene that she had so much enjoyed on the ride in only
made her sad now. It was obvious how happy the mothers pushing their strollers
and the couples walking hand in hand were. The smiles on their faces said it
all. Emma wanted a part of that. She just didn’t know how to get it. And Mr.
Langston was right. There were not many eligible men in White Cap Creek. The
ones that were left were more than likely already planning to leave to chase
careers that would take them away from what generations of families had helped
build.

Emma Shields
was no quitter but, damn, she felt like running from this town as fast as she
could. That would make no sense since she’d only end up right back here. This
was where her heart was even if her thoughts were oversees with a man she’d
never meet.

****

Night fell
silently around Emma’s farm. The cool night air seemed a stark difference from
the warm spring afternoon. Emma leaned against the porch railing, wrapped in
her knit sweater, old T-shirt and jeans, and sipped a steaming mug of tea.
Somewhere in the woods a creature made a shrieking noise. The sound wasn’t
scary, just something that went with the territory along with a thousand other
noises that stirred the otherwise silent night. Looking out over her fields,
Emma felt a sense of pride having kept the farm in her family.

Why wouldn’t
anyone want to live here? The air was fresh and clean. The weather was bearable
and all four seasons paid a visit every year. Crime was practically
non-existent. Neighbors were like family. But loneliness was abundant for those
like her that lived farther away from the heartbeat of town. It had never
bothered her before and she had a sneaking feeling why it was bothering her now.

Finn. He’d
shown her what it was like to have constant male attention, even if it were
only in the form of erotic emails. She closed her eyes and could almost feel
his arms wrap around her and pull her against his hard body. She could almost
feel the pleasures he promised. Could feel his warm breath against her neck,
while his hands explored her body with exquisite caresses. She sighed for the
lack of intimacy she yearned so much for. Craving something that much couldn’t
be healthy.

Her body
hummed like a stick of dynamite waiting to ignite. The power was there, but
only when the fuse was lit would it be useful otherwise it was just pent up
energy. Fantasizing would surely drive her insane, but she loved how she felt
when her imagination envisioned her in Finn’s arms. How many times had he
described just how he wanted to fuck her? He had promised to taste every inch
of her skin, running his tongue along her body and leaving wet kisses in its
path. The thought made her shudder with excitement. She pulled her sweater
tighter around her. He made her hungry for him. Hungry for his damn touch.

No matter
what they talked about, Emma wanted it all. Every position he’d described to
her, how he’d bend her over and fuck her from behind, fuck her against the
wall, spank her ass until it glowed. Oh God, when had a spanking ever turned
her on? She had to admit that she fantasized about Finn’s powerful arms holding
her over his knees when she refused to send him pictures. She laughed because a
spanking from Finn would be the ultimate sexual experience for her, being at
his mercy, having him soothe her punished bottom, while whispering sweet words
in her ear and holding her tight before he fucked her brains out.

Oh God, she
needed to take the sweater off. Her body heated too quickly whenever she
thought of Finn.

She looked up
into the night sky dotted with stars and sighed, sadness consuming her as it
had for the past few days. Where the hell was he? Why hadn’t he gotten in touch
with her? He had always emailed routinely, almost every day, if not a couple
times a day with a few sentences to tell her he was thinking of her or what he
was doing for work that day. It was natural for her to get used to that
routine. How she wished she had given him her phone number so he could call her
like he wanted to. She longed to hear his voice. She already knew it’d be deep
and strong. But she’d resisted because that would just make her little white
lie even more complicated. It would just bring Finn closer to discovering the
truth about her, that she was a fake.

Emma stomped
back into the house and sat in front of her computer. Her heart sank, a dull
ache settling into the middle of her chest when she clicked on her inbox. No
new emails had arrived since she’d checked fifteen minutes ago.

No problem.
If he didn’t want to email her any more then that was fine with her. After all,
he had never promised her anything but fantasy. A fantasy that she had chose to
live in for far too long. She no longer wanted his emails staring at her when
she logged on, so she created a file and began transferring them. One
particular email caught her eye and she couldn’t help re-read it, remembering
how it had changed their friendship from acquaintance to something neither of
them knew how to explain.

My naughty
Emma, oh the dreams I had of you last night. It took me an hour to fall asleep
after reading how you would suck my cock. I swear I felt your mouth cover my
dick as I read your words. My balls ached so badly. I closed my eyes and
stroked until I shot my load onto my stomach, imagining how it would feel
shooting my cum deep into your mouth. Watching as your little tongue lapped my
cum from your lips. Do you know what you do to me you little tease? You drive
me wild, so wild that I can’t stop thinking about bending you over and entering
that hot, slick pussy from behind. I want to feel my cock slide into your heat.
Then I want to hear you scream my name, begging me to let you come. Would you
come hard for me, Emma? I wonder how your juices will cover my cock as I thrust
deep inside you. I dream of running my tongue through that bare pussy, licking
at your sweetness collecting on your swollen lips. I want to taste you, baby.
Oh hell yeah. I want to taste you over and over and over. Would you like that?
Want to feel my tongue fuck that hot pussy? Sweet, sweet, Emma. I’m gonna spank
you for making me crave you. That sweet little ass of yours will soon feel the
sting of my hand and you’ll love each spank. I promise. Think of me Emma. Want
me like I want you. Sweet dreams, baby girl.

Finn

Emma’s body
hummed in so many places that she shook. Logging off the laptop was the easy
part. Walking to her bedroom was the hard part as her pussy throbbed with a
need greater than she’d ever known. She stripped and dressed in her satin lilac
nightgown. So what if she slept alone. Why couldn’t she feel sexy while she
dreamt of Finn?

She crawled
under her blankets before opening her nightstand and removing her vibrator. Her
heart was already pounding. Since she’d started IM’ing Finn and divulging her
erotic desires, the slender pink plastic toy had gotten more use than ever
before. She made sure to keep a decent amount of batteries in stock.

Closing her
eyes, Emma sank onto her pillow, using her fingers to pull the edge of her
nightgown up to her belly and imagining it was Finn’s rough fingers baring her.
Once she pulled her panties down far enough to access her clit, she envisioned
Finn’s hard body moving over hers like he promised. Her fingers gripped the
long, slender vibrator, positioning it over her clit before turning it on. With
the vibrations massaging her tender nub, she squeezed her eyes and gasped at
the sensations rocking through her pussy.

The first
touch of the wand was always the most sensual as it came in contact with her
sensitive skin. The pulse from the wand’s motion roared over her exposed clit,
awakening even more need, and her hips automatically inched upward to meet the
buzzing rod. Just the sound alone, the loud, constant humming, placed her
senses on high alert. Her body knew what to expect as the vibrator edged closer
to her pussy until it made contact with her clit and the need to come built
with every second. The heavy ache deep within her pussy was never immediately
alleviated by the first touch of the vibrator, as should be expected from such
a powerful jolt on tender flesh.

The humming
of the vibrator matched her ragged breaths, her body tensed, edged on by the
sounds of pleasure. She concentrated on keeping the toy against her clit even
as she wanted to yank it away, the sensation almost too much to bear as she
awaited her release. She wasn’t completely sure if an orgasm was even possible
tonight. The building climax seemed more than she could handle as her mind
begged for her to come. Is this how it would be with Finn? An all consuming
mindless bliss?

Her juices
flowed freely over her bare pussy lips, coating them in thin, slick moisture.
That was also another luxury she had afforded herself since Finn entered her
life. Even though she had to drive an hour to the closest day spa, Emma
consistently kept her monthly appointment for an intimate waxing. It didn’t
matter that only she saw the results, but her soft, bare pussy lips made her
feel feminine and sexy. In her mind, in her fantasies, Finn was enjoying the
results as well.

Enduring
thirty minutes of torture once a month as the hot wax was applied then ripped
off to create the perfect Brazilian was well worth it. Those first hours while
her abused skin healed, she would soothe herself with soft caresses over her
bare mound. She imagined coming home to Finn kissing her pussy until she forgot
all about the pain and only remembered the pleasure his mouth brought.

Emma angled
the vibrator hard against her clit, immediately causing her hips to buck,
lifting her butt off the bed. The blankets had long since fallen off, and she
sprawled half naked in the middle of her bed. Quick spasms rolled over her
pussy lips like a roller coaster of pleasure. She could feel her explosion so
close as she imagined Finn ramming his cock deep into her cunt, caressing her
vaginal muscles and claiming her as his. Soon, he’d brand her with his hot seed
as he emptied his release deep inside her heated pussy. It didn’t matter that
she’d only experience this wild intimacy in her fantasies, at least she had
that much.

She gasped,
tossed her head side to side, and fought against the rising urge to remove the
vibrator from her clit, the intensity almost unbearable. Almost. This was one
orgasm she needed more than air. Her body felt feverish, like flames surrounded
her, bathing her in their heat until her skin glowed in a fine sheen of
perspiration. Her nipples ached and begged for attention she couldn’t give
them, needing teeth clamping onto them, tugging them with gentle yet firm
jerks. Through one very descriptive email, Finn had taught her the fine art of
how to pinch her nipples to mimic the way his teeth would tug on them so the
pain blurred into pleasure, the pull on her nipples directly responsible for
her pussy swelling in anticipation of a cock or dildo. Now, after months of
erotic masturbation, her body was programmed to be greedy with every attempt at
an orgasm. Her fingers or vibe may have worked her clit to reach orgasm, but
every inch of her body was aware of the pleasure to come.

Holding the
vibrating wand to her clit, Emma’s hips shot off the bed again and she
screamed, “Finn! Oh, Finn!”

The orgasm
shattered her fragile control. Tremor after tremor snaked through her body,
easing the tension in her pussy but building it in her heart. She yanked the
wand away from her throbbing clit, the spasms gripping her pussy like fiery
whips. What kind of fool fantasizes about a man she could never have? To Finn,
she was a totally different woman, one made from lies of well-meaning friends.
It was an image she couldn’t live up to and one that Finn lusted over. Every
one of her instincts had warned her about going along with such a devious
scheme. Disgusted with herself, Emma crawled from the bed, pulled her panties
up, and adjusted her nightgown, the silk so smooth against her skin. She walked
into the bathroom adjacent her bedroom and washed the vibrator under warm,
soapy water then dried it.