Break On Me

"Maybe it's not about the happy ending.. Maybe it's about the story."

Sometimes it’s hard to accept what is, and it’s hard to go along with something even though you know you could do better.. But how come it’s so easy to slip up? So easy to say the wrong thing, use the wrong words, or even make the wrong moves? Sometimes we just all need to break.. in more ways than just mentally. I want you to know, that no matter what, I will always be here for you.. whether you like it or not, if you want me here or if you want me to live.. If you love me, or if you hate.. You can always break on me baby.

We loose ourselves in the things we love, we find ourselves there too..


23. Chapter 022

Emmy looked beautiful, I won’t lie, but those clothes would look much, much better on the floor. I hear her gasp softly as my hand cups over her breast, squeezing it a little. I smirked to myself as I felt the lace on her bra, she knows all the right things to do without even realizing it sometimes.
“Harry.’’ My name slipped from her lips perfectly, just the way I like to hear.
My grip tightens a little, her hand grabbing onto my forearm as I do it a little harder. With a few more tight squeezes, I got what I have been waiting days to hear from her – a moan.
“You missed my touch.. hmm?’’ I ask in her ear as I bring my other hand up the rest of the way and apply the same pressure onto the opposite breast, knowing she’s going to like it even more know. She gives me a nod in reply, along with a gasp again as I continue the rough grips on her sweet little body.
“How about you let me get these clothes off of you? They’re irritating me.’’ I smirk gently as I leave a kiss on her ear lobe.
“Okay.’’ She mumbles gently as I release my grip and pull my hands out from under her shirt.
“Don’t move.’’ I whisper as I step back, staring at her appearance from behind, I lick my lips at the thought of her being free of all that unwanted fabric.
I step back up to her and grab a hold of her shirt’s hem. The sound of a slight moan leaving her mouth echoed in my ears, my girl’s ready. I slowly pull the shirt up, she raises her arms and pulls them through. Finally I get it over her head and I toss it on the floor a few feet away from us, just the start of the pile.
Trying to contain myself is becoming harder and harder by the second. I slide my arms between hers and her sides, she lifts them up a little, allowing me to get through better. I pull her against me, her body slamming against mine. She grabs my wrists in a sudden move, it probably scared her a little. She lets me go after a few seconds. I smirk gently as I let me fingers trail over the button of her dark denim shorts.
In a quick move I unhook the button and grab the zipper. Emmy whimpered lightly to me as I slowly pulled the zipper down. Within a few seconds it was unzipped completely and I reached to her sides and grabbed the waist band of the clothing item, pulling it down until it fell to her ankles.
I moaned a little in her ear before leaning back, looking at that ass of hers. I bite the inside of my cheek, I wasn’t finished yet so I have to keep myself somewhat calm. My eyes find their way to the hook of her bra, knowing that’s the key to my next beautiful discovery.
A smirk grows upon my face once again as I reach for it, greatly wanting to see what’s under it. I go to unclasp it, but I stop myself. This doesn’t need to happen here, but somewhere else.
“Alright baby girl, we’re going on a little trip.’’ I tell her as I step in front of her and grab her waist.
Emmy gives me a cute little smile before wrapping her arms around my neck. I lift her up in a quick move, her legs locking around my waist. She giggles to me as she leans her forehead against mine.
“I love you.’’ She whispers to me, her lips brushing against mine.
“I love you.’’ I say back with a smile, she’s so beautiful.
“Don’t drop me.’’ She says as she removes her arms from around my neck, I was about to question it but my curiosity was soon answered as her small, soft hands pressed against my cheeks.
“I’m not going to drop you, princess.’’ I assure her as I press my lips against hers, finally getting to give her a real kiss.
I slide my tongue over her lips, asking for permission to enter. She grants me my wish and parts her beautiful lips for me. The feeling of her mouth brought me home, brought me to her. She tastes like strawberries. I held my hands under her thighs, keeping my promise of not letting her go. I give them a little squeeze, and I feel a smile against my lips.
My beautiful girl in my arms, her lips against mine. I miss the feeling so much, the absence is going to stop though. I want to show her I love her, and I will do it as many times as she wants me to do – and even when she doesn’t.

That beautiful kiss we shared lasted a good three minutes I know, I tried to pull away a few times, but Emmy’s fingers tangled up in my hair and held me against her, telling me she didn’t want to stop. Emmy’s breathes are heavy as she rubs her thumbs over my cheeks, her touch like heaven to me.
“Thought you were going to swallow me, babe.’’ I say with a smile, getting a giggle out of her cute little self.
I start walking towards the bedroom, ready to continue after our short break. As she nuzzles her head against my neck, I feel Emmy smirk against my skin. She’s so precious, so beautiful. I walk into the bedroom, using one hand to shut the door.
Emmy’s grip on my hair tightens as she realizes what I’m about to do to her. She leans up and smiles slyly at me, those cheeks turning bright red as she tries to avoid my stare at her.
“Don’t get shy now, baby girl, we’ve barely begun.’’ I remind her as I kiss her cheek gently.
“I’m not.. shy.. I’m just nervous.’’ She admits to me, her forehead against mine.
“Why are you nervous?’’ I ask as I make it to the bed, however I stop and allow her to tell me what’s wrong.
“I.. I don’t know.’’ She shrugs a little.
“What’s the matter, baby?’’ I say, hoping she will just go on and tell me so I won’t have to worry the whole time.
I sigh lightly, staring into her beautiful eyes. She just shrugs again, looking away from my gaze. I could tell something was wrong, I know how she gets sometimes.
Instead of lying her on the bed like I had planned to in my head, I kept a hold of her and go over to the light switch. She puts her arms around my neck, curling her fingers in my hair – she loves doing that. I flick off the lights and make my way across the bedroom, giving her thighs a little squeeze.
She smiles to me as she puts her forehead back against mine. I am a little worried, but I know if she just tells me I won’t be worried anymore – but getting her to admit things to me isn’t easy, especially when it comes to moments like this, to sex.
I open the balcony doors, the cool breeze feeling nice against my skin. Emmy shivers a little at the sudden cold night air. Earlier when I was in here I turned the light on outside, it gives the room a good glow – not to bright, not to dark. Perfect.
“Emmy.’’ I mumble gently as I turn around and go over to the bed again.
She hums to me, awaiting my question. I sigh though, not wanting to start an argument with my girl – I fear it might though.
I sit down on the edge of the bed, placing her on my lap, her arms still in place around me. She leans back though to look at me, a cute little smile on that beautiful face.
“Tell me what’s wrong, please.’’ I ask with a unpleased sigh.
Her eyes caught my stare and she locked them in place with me, a nervous look on her face as she bit her bottom lip. I could tell something’s up, it might not be much – but for her it’s a lot.
“I’m just.. scared, we haven’t.. done it in a few weeks and I just..’’ She stops herself, looking down between us.
“You just what, baby?’’ I ask, thankful that she even told me what she has already.
“I just.. I don’t want it to be like.. like last time.’’ She informs me of the reason she’s afraid.
I furrow my eyebrows at her, does she mean it wasn’t good last time? Or that it was too much? I stop my thoughts, knowing I won’t get anywhere in my mind. I have to just ask her about it.
“What about last time? Was.. was it not good.. or what?’’ I ask, my eyebrows still furrowed as I wait for her answer.
Those eyes meet mine again, a sigh leaving those beautiful lips, “It was amazing, Harry, it always is.. But.. I mean like, we have a pattern.. where it’s weeks between each time we..  you know.. and.. I don’t like that.’’ She admits to me.
“Baby, if you want to do it more often, you have to tell me. I can’t read your mind that well.’’ I give her a smile.
She blushes as she looks away from me again, embarrassed by what she told me, “But then it’ll seem like only I want to, and not you.’’ She says.
“Oh trust me baby,’’ I say with a smile, “I’m up for it whenever you are. There’s never a time when I don’t want you, baby girl, you know that. If you want to go all night just let me know.’’ I wink at her.
“You know.. I won’t say.. that.’’ She sighs, shaking her head lightly from side to side.
“I’ll make a deal with you, okay?’’ I offer, getting a nod from her in return as she looks up to meet my gaze once again, hopefully keeping it this time, “I’ll ask you after, and you tell me. Don’t be shy, and don’t be afraid. You don’t have to say any words, just nod your head. But you know not to be afraid to tell me baby.’’ I state my deal to her.
“Okay.’’ She gives me a smile before leaning to me and placing a kiss on my nose.
I smile at her cute gesture, she’s adorable.   Hope You Like It. Tell Me What You Think :) . ~Angie
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