“I’m not going to stop,” she said, and I nearly slid off the bed. “Not until you tell me to. Or I come to my senses. Whichever comes first.”
I couldn’t even comprehend what those words meant other than that she was going to keep kissing me. That was the most important.
Emma walked over to the bed and lay down. Her eyes were sparks of blue and green fire.
“Come here,” she said. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry.
We were doing this. I didn’t know how far it would go, but I was ready to find out.
I took one deep breath before stretching out next to Emma on the bed.
I turned on my side, unsure of what to do. She scooted closer and tucked some of my hair out of my face.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” she said. Emma had told me I was gorgeous before. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of times. This was different. The words were the same, but they had a completely different meaning.
“So are you,” I said.
Her mouth met mine and the kiss was different as well. Moving to the bed seemed to have escalated everything. This time her tongue wasn’t gently caressing the inside of my mouth. No, her tongue was on a mission to decimate me.
It was working.
I reached for her and she rolled until she was on top of me, and I moaned from her weight. It took a few tries to get our mouths aligned the right way, but we got there and then she was on the attack again. As if they had minds of their own, my hands slid down her body to cup her ass and I nearly stopped the kiss to ask her why I hadn’t been touching her ass before this moment. It was the most perfect ass. Not that I’d had a lot of ass-grabbing experience, but HOLY SHIT. I squeezed and she made a little yelping noise.
“Sorry,” I said, removing my hands.
“No, I was just surprised. Don’t stop.” Those last two words were the only words I ever wanted to hear Emma say again.
So I grabbed her ass again and squeezed and I was rewarded with her slowly pressing her hips into mine and I definitely blacked out for a second. So much was happening and my body was overloading. Emma’s lips, Emma’s tongue, Emma’s teeth, Emma’s hips, Emma’s hands. She was everywhere at once and my body didn’t feel like it belonged to me anymore. I belonged to her.
I stopped thinking and let myself completely feel everything and anything, including Emma’s hand that was making its way under my shirt.
Kissing was one thing, but this kind of touch led to . . . a whole lot more. All the possibilities exploded in my brain like bright fireworks. Emma’s touch was electric and I wouldn’t have been surprised if I was actually glowing. My shirt rode up and my bare skin touched hers and I knew that I wanted more. More contact. More skin. I wrenched my mouth away from hers.
“Take your shirt off. Please.” I added the last word because it sounded like a command and I wanted to be nice.
Emma didn’t second-guess me. Nope. She yanked her shirt over her head and threw it on the floor. I’d never seen Emma throw a shirt on the floor. Her clothes always went right into the hamper. Who was she right now?
Her bra was black and simple, but holy shit, she looked incredible. I’d seen her in a bra before, but it was hitting me that Emma had taken off her shirt because I’d asked her to, and as pretty as the bra was, I was more interested in what was under it.
I pulled at the front of her bra, right where the cups met, as if I could pull it off that way. Emma looked down at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes feverish.
“Take this off,” I said, and it almost sounded like a whine. As if I was a child begging for a piece of cake. Right now I’d rather have what was under Emma’s bra than all the cake in all the world, and that was saying something because I loved cake.
Emma reached behind her and unclasped her bra, and it went sailing across the room to hang out with her shirt on the floor. Nearly every other time I’d ever seen Emma without a shirt on, I’d always looked away. I told myself it was out of respect. I rationalized it in any way I could. Now that I saw her in all her glory, I knew it was because I couldn’t handle the sight of her incredible boobs. Absolutely top notch. Eleven stars. I would write reviews of them all over the internet.
“What now?” she asked, as if I was steering this ship. I guess until now I had been.
“I want to touch you,” I said, but I didn’t know if I could actually do it. Looking was one thing. Touching was crossing a boundary.
“Then touch me,” she said, moving her hair over her shoulder. I should have put mine up before we started all this, but I couldn’t have predicted this was going to happen tonight, or any other night.
I held up my hands and looked at them. They didn’t feel like they belonged to me.
Emma reached for my hands and lifted them for me, keeping her eyes locked on mine. Gently, she placed a hand on top of each of her breasts so I could feel her soft-as-silk skin, interrupted only by the hardness of her nipples.
“Fuck,” I breathed out. Emma sighed and threw her head back, arching herself into my hands. I grazed her nipples with my thumbs, marveling at how hard they got. I’d touched a boob or two in my time, but that had been more of a cursory touch on the way to something else. I’d never paid attention like this before.
I cupped them in my hands, feeling their weight. I probably could have messed with them for hours, but I wanted to make her feel good, so I focused my attention on stroking her nipples. She liked that, judging by her reaction.
I wanted to taste her. It was a struggle to let go of her nipples, but I needed my arms to prop myself up so I could get my mouth where it needed to be. Emma sensed what I was trying to do and leaned down.
Fuck. Me.
I took one nipple in my mouth and the sound she made went right between my legs, as if she had physically touched me.
I decided to try something and bit down lightly with my teeth before adding a little bit of suction.
“Fuck,” she said, and I felt her legs tremble in response. She definitely liked that. I kept going, doing whatever struck my fancy before moving to treat the other nipple with the same care. She was halfway bare and panting and I still had all my work clothes on. It probably wasn’t fair, but I didn’t mind. I was having the time of my life pleasuring her.
“Oh, Cal,” she sighed, and I knew I wanted her under me. I pushed into a sitting position and then pushed her shoulder until she lay down on the bed. Now it was my turn to straddle her and look down. She was incredible from this angle too.
Her nipples were wet and glistening from my mouth.
“Your turn,” she said, panting a little.
“What?” I was too busy staring at her tits and thinking about biting them. I wanted to see my teeth marks on her skin.
“Take your shirt off, Callyn,” she said, tugging at the hem of my shirt. Oh, right. I guess that was only fair. I’d have to save the biting for later.
I pulled my shirt over my head and didn’t even pause before I removed the bra as well. Might as well get it all in one go.
“You like?” I asked.
“Oh, yes. I always have,” she said, and now I was the one getting boob touches. I’d never really thought about this as a sexual thing, but the minute Emma’s fingers caressed my nipples, I thought I was going to come.
“Holy fucking shit,” I said, looking down at her in wonder.
“Good?” she asked.
“Hell yeah, do that again,” I said. She flicked one with her fingers and then pinched it just a little bit.
“Yes,” was the only word I could come up with. She gave each nipple the same treatment at the same time and I jerked as if I’d been struck by lightning.
“Noted,” she said, under her breath. Of course Emma was cataloging all my reactions. I bet there was some sort of list she had going in her head. I just hoped she didn’t actually write any of this shit down. That would be a little too weird.
“I’m going to taste you,” she said, and then she did, after waiting for a second to giv
e me the chance to stop her. So thoughtful.
I didn’t stop her. I wasn’t going to stop her from any of her natural instincts right now. I knew Emma well enough to know she wasn’t going to, like, start nomming on my feet or something. At least I hoped not. I didn’t think I had a foot fetish . . .
My mental tangent on foot fetishes was interrupted by Emma’s warm mouth on my right nipple. That just shut down any kind of thought right there.
I’d never had my nipples sucked before, but Emma was doing an incredible job. She flicked them with her tongue and sucked with an incredible amount of pressure and bit them just hard enough to send a little zing of pain through me. My entire body ached with need. I was rushing toward something intense and life altering.
“Do you like that?” she asked, and I opened my eyes (I couldn’t remember closing them) and looked down to find her looking up at me with uncertainty in her eyes. Guess I needed to be more vocal. I wasn’t normally a quiet person, but I’d been so caught up that I guess I’d made her think something was wrong.
“I’ve never been this horny in my fucking life and if I don’t come soon, I will probably die. And you’re really, really good at that. Everything you’re doing is the best thing I’ve ever . . . I don’t even know. I can’t speak, Em. I’m brain-dead from horniness.”
She shook her head slowly and smiled.
“You have a way with words, Callyn.”
“You have fantastic tits, Emma.” That made her laugh. “Seriously, I could write fucking sonnets in iambic pentameter and I don't even know what that is, but I’d find out and do it for you. And your boobs.” I looked down at them lovingly. Why wasn’t I biting them again? Oh, right, because Emma was busy biting mine.
“You don’t need to do that, but it’s nice to hear?” I pushed my annoying hair out of my way again and ran my hand down her chest, stopping right at the waistband of her jeans. I flicked the button open and met her eyes, silently asking if she wanted to stop me.
“Nope. You first this time.” I squealed as I somehow ended up on my back with Emma on her stomach next to me. She had the button of my pants undone and the zipper pull between her fingers.
“Do it,” I said, and she yanked that zipper down so fast, I thought she was going to rip it right out of my pants. In a flash, she was down by my ankles and trying to yank my pants off that way. They were a little tight, so instead of pulling them off, she just pulled me further down the bed.
“That worked out much better in my head,” she said, as I lifted my hips and helped her get my pants down my legs. They got stuck on one foot and I had to shake them off.
I wish I’d worn cuter underwear today. At least I didn’t have one of the pairs that I wore during my period because they were old and ugly and stained and I didn’t care about them anymore.
This pair had fluffy llamas on them. Maybe they weren’t the sexiest, but they were cute. They’d almost gotten pulled off with my pants, but that was the last frontier and I didn't know if I was ready for that part just yet.
“Nice,” Emma said, glancing at my undies. I wondered what color hers were.
“Nothing sexier than llama panties,” I said, and she laughed and slowly crawled back up toward me.
“Now take yours off. I want to know if we match.” I tugged at the button of her jeans.
“We’re not matching, but I’ll take off my pants so you can check anyway.” She started to pull them down and if I wasn't lying down, I would have fallen over.
“You’re not wearing anything,” I said, stating the obvious.
“I never do with these jeans,” Emma said, grinning as she threw her jeans on the floor. She was completely naked next to me and I didn’t know what part of her to look at first. This was quickly taking its place as the best day of my whole damn life.
“You’re naked,” I said.
“Yes, I am. Is that okay?”
“Oh, no, put your clothes back on,” I said sarcastically. Emma rolled her eyes and blushed.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been naked with someone,” she said. “And it’s different with you. I feel like you’ve already seen me naked, so this shouldn't be anything new.”
It was true that technically I’d seen her naked, but not really.
“I couldn’t look at you. It felt wrong, to stare at your best friend when she was changing for gym or whatever. So I never really looked.” Emma’s smile turned shy and I could tell this wasn’t easy for her. I was still clinging to a few scraps of llama fabric.
“So, look now,” she said, after taking a deep breath. “I want you to look.”
I wanted to do more than look, but I settled for that right now. She was glorious. I took in everything: the softness of her belly, the roundness of her breasts, the whiteish stretch marks on her sides and thighs, the dark spots and freckles and scars. Every single inch of her was perfection. I couldn’t see the cheeky little cherry tattoo on her right ass cheek, but I hoped I’d get a good view of it soon.
“You’re beautiful.” She was so pretty it made me want to cry.
“You make me feel beautiful, Callyn,” she said.
“Can I touch you?” I asked. She was on her side and I was on mine facing her. She rolled onto her back.
“Yes.”
I started with her face because that seemed like the right thing to do. I let my fingers caress her cheeks, her lips, walk up and down her nose. I’d never touched her like this before and it was a revelation.
I realized then that I had wanted to touch her like this for as long as I could remember. It was always there, in the back of my mind, but I’d pushed it so far aside, it had lurked behind the shadows, just waiting for me to be ready. I didn’t know if I was ready yet, but it was happening.
She swallowed hard as I touched her throat, pausing briefly to take her pulse. It fluttered like a hundred angry butterflies. I spent some more time on her fabulous tits, giving them the attention they deserved.
Emma had had started to squirm and grip the blankets.
“Something wrong?” I asked. I was enjoying this slow torture. I wanted to go even slower, to tease her as much as I possibly could, but I was also getting impatient.
I wanted to make her come so hard she would never forget it. At least twice. I wanted to make this the best night of her life because it was already mine. Seeing her like that would probably make me come, so it would benefit both of us in the end.
“No, I just . . . I need . . .”
“I know what you need,” I said. “But I’m not going to give it to you yet. I’m busy.” I circled her bellybutton and moved a little lower. Her entire body trembled.
I veered down to her legs and started caressing her calves.
“You are a terrible person, Callyn Jean.”
“Damn right, Emma Christine.” Any retort on her part was lost as her legs twitched and scissored against the bed.
“I’m getting there, my goodness. You’re more impatient than I am.” I made a note of that.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I haven’t come in so long, Callyn.” Fuck me, that was both the saddest and the hottest thing she’d ever said.
“Tell me about it. Tell me about the last time you came. Did you use your hand?” I wanted to know. I needed to know every single detail.
“Yes. I used my hand with some lube. It’s too much friction otherwise.” Her eyes shuttered closed as I brushed my hand up and down her thigh, getting closer and closer to where she wanted me with each pass.
“What did you think about when you touched yourself?”
It took her what felt like a year to answer.
“You. I thought about you.”
My hand stalled. That was the last thing I was expecting her to say. I’d expected maybe the name of a celebrity or perhaps a fetish that I didn’t know about, but not that. Not me.
“Me?” I questioned. I needed her to say it again.
Her eyes seared into me and she took my hand and squeezed it before pl
acing it where she wanted me.
“You,” she said, pressing my hand down and letting her eyes flutter closed. “Always you.”
My hand was sandwiched between hers and her . . . well. I didn’t want to say vulva. That felt too clinical and weird. Junk didn’t seem romantic. Mound was just strange and made me think of mountains or something.
Emma’s fingers clenched and she pushed herself into my hand and moaned so loud I forgot about what to call the area and got to work touching it. I rubbed her gently, realizing too late that my hand was a little dry. I removed it and she popped her eyes open and made a sound of protest until she saw me slowly licking my hand before touching her again.
“That was hot,” she said, and then her eyes jerked closed again as I stroked her up and down, moving to explore new territory. I fingered her entrance, noticing at how smooth and slightly damp she was. I hoped that was due in part to me. I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to make her come so hard she wondered if she was going to survive it.
I also wanted to do something else and I went with it. I stuck my index finger in my mouth to make sure it was wet enough and then slid it inside her. She arched up and moaned so loud that I thought the neighbors could hear her. Hell yeah, I wanted them to hear. I wanted everyone to hear what I was doing to her.
“Callynnnnnn,” she breathed, and it was the sweetest sound in the entire world. I didn’t have much experience finger-fucking someone else but I did it a lot to myself, so I tried to flip things around and do what I liked, just on her. It took some finagling, but I finally got the hang of it and found what made her squirm and moan and beg.
“Look at me,” I said, withdrawing my finger slowly. Her eyes opened and her thighs jerked as I held up my finger, wet from her, and licked it. She tasted like salt and sweetness and I swear I could taste a hint of orange on the back of my tongue.
“Fuck,” she said, “how are you so sexy?” I almost laughed because I didn’t think of myself as sexy. I’d tried, and I always came off as awkward or trying too hard. Things were different with Emma, though.
“Mmm, you’re the sexy one, Em. Always have been, always will be.” She started to protest, but it turned into a gasp when I dove between her legs and sucked her clit into my mouth. Her legs clamped on my head so hard I thought she might have crushed all the cartilage in my ears. Small price to pay.
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