Come With Us

by Brianna Skylark

Amy’s face blushed as she stayed silent, then a moment later she started to shake her head in shame. ‘It’s okay, if you didn’t like it before, we don’t hav-‘

  Emilia nodded, smiling.

  ‘I want to,’ she said, reaching out to embrace her girl. ‘I’d like to.’

  They held each other for a little while, just breathing each other’s scent, feeling each other’s bodies shifting and wriggling.

  ‘Lay on your back,’ whispered Emilia softly into Amy’s ear as she felt her begin to calm down.

  Celeste sat up and shifted aside, letting Amy turn and lay down on her back, sliding her legs apart a little as Emilia looked around, quickly finding what she was searching for.

  She tiptoed carefully across the living room tiles and picked up a large cushion from the chair opposite, then she shuffled back and lifted her girlfriend’s bottom into the air, sliding the pillow underneath.

  Amy blushed again and smiled sweetly as Emilia knelt down between her thighs. Celeste looked on, shifting around so she was sat by Amy’s head, bristling with excitement as the two of them gazed at each other.

  ‘I love you,’ said Amy.

  ‘I love you too.’

  ‘You two are making me melt,’ said Celeste, grinning wildly.

  Emilia leaned forward and took Amy’s nipple into her mouth, sucking on it gently, making her girl writhe beneath her and grabbing hold of her hair, pulling it as she arched her back and moaned.

  Emilia could feel how wet she was against her hip as they moved together. Slowly and steadily she began to kiss her way down, inch by inch, one hand cupping her breast, Amy’s fingers clasped over the top, the other teasing its way across her skin as Celeste cradled her rosy warm cheeks in the palms of her hands.

  She heard Amy hold her breath as Emilia’s lips hovered over her warmth, then she watched with wide eyes as she leaned forward and kissed her pussy.

  Amy’s hand reached up for Celeste, pulling her forward and moaning out loud as Emilia kissed her way slowly up and down, tasting her, teasing her. Then she slipped her tongue out of mouth and swirled it against her girl’s soaking, parted lips, glancing up as her two embracing girls kissed.

  Amy cried out, another echo resounding through the villa, making Emilia panic and move her tongue faster, swirling it smoothly as Amy’s juices flooded her mouth.

  As she did so, Amy arched up and squeezed the back of Emilia’s head, gripping her face so tightly between her thighs that for a moment she struggled to breath.

  As she relaxed her muscles, Emilia pulled back laughing and licking her lips, taking a breath and then settling forward again, sliding her wrist in front of her and spreading her wide open.

  She pushed her finger inside now, just one at first, curling it towards her as she thrust.

  Delicately, she began to tease her way down Amy’s slit, all the way to the bottom where the little bridge of skin separated her pussy, from there.

  Over and over again, she drew close. Just dabbing her tongue against her girl’s skin and each time Amy would tense and then relax.

  Then it was time.

  She’d teased her long enough.

  She arched her two fingers back and up, just as Celeste had done to her and began to thrust.

  And then she pushed her girl’s thighs further apart and tilted her back.

  Finally, without any further hesitation, she sipped down and swirled the tip of her tongue against Amy’s sweet little forbidden hole.

  Her reaction was instantaneous.

  She arched her back and shook, as though she was vibrating. It took all of Emilia’s strength to hold her still, like a bucking bronco in a mid-western tavern. She held her firm and kept her fingers going, her tongue swirling as Amy cried out in silence and as Celeste held her arms.

  Together they crashed back down onto the sofa as Amy’s hushed cry became a long drawn out moan.

  Emilia felt her fingers become slick as Amy’s pussy swelled, writhing and shuddering as she started to come.

  ‘Keep going,’ she hissed, squeezing her thighs together against Emilia’s face again as she curled her fingers tighter and pushed up, pulsing against her g-spot.

  ‘Yes.’

  Emilia pushed her tongue harder against Amy’s little opening as her fingers fastened.

  ‘Yes, yes.

  She began to pull harder now too, her fingers straining with the effort.

  ‘Yes.’

  Amy stretched her legs and shuddered.

  ‘Yes,’ her single word seemed to stretch out and morph into a long, quiet moan.

  Then she twitched and Emilia felt a sweet tasting fluid gush over her lips as Celeste looked on, grinning wildly.

  She gasped as Amy shook. Her whole body seemed to go ridged and then after a few seconds she flopped back down onto the sofa still held tight, as Emilia licked her lips.

  For a while they all lay still as Amy twitched, squeezing her thighs and wriggling back and forth, just breathing and coming down, gradually settling as their heart rates slowed.

  With great care Emilia crawled up beside them both, looping her arms around Amy’s waist and pulling her in close, so her face was nuzzled into her neck, then she gently lifted her and rolled her over until she was on top of her, and Celeste was beside them both.

  After a few moments, Amy’s arms wrapped around Emilia’s chest and shoulders.

  ‘Thank you,’ she whispered.

  Emilia leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, sensing the subtle change in her breathing as she began to fall asleep.

  For a little while, her and Celeste lay awake, enjoying each other’s scent, listening to each other breathe, watching each other smile, and feeling their heart’s beating through each other’s skin and chest’s.

  She watched as the French girls eyes became heavier and heavier, eventually fluttering closed as she drifted off.

  A year ago Emilia wouldn’t have dreamed of doing the things she had done tonight, she would’ve paled at the thought of kissing another girl, let alone anything else. She would’ve been so utterly embarrassed and ashamed by the idea that she would’ve had to lay down. Meeting Amy and falling in love with her had opened a door to a beautiful new world. One that she was still struggling to come to terms with at times, but one that was filled with deliciously tempting and taboo pleasures, that were now impossible for her to resist.

  The truth it seemed, was that she was more like her sister than she had ever realised before, and as she came to this realisation she smiled.

  Tomorrow she would call her. It was time.

  Her whole body felt like it was floating on a calm and soothing ocean of happiness, gently swaying her back and forth and rocking her off to sleep.

  And after a while, she too closed her eyes, and smiled.

  *

  CHAPTER FIVE

  THE MORNING SUN shone bright through the large double doors of the patio as Emilia and Amy slept soundly, wrapped in each other’s arms. They were still laying together, naked on the sofa with a blanket pulled over them both when Mark woke up.

  He smiled warmly as he walked through to the living room and stretched, glancing down at his two sleeping girls. Then he frowned and his eyes widened as he noticed the slumbering figure of Celeste, asleep in one of the armchairs, frowning as he pieced together the rather noisy events of last night.

  It was already warm, even at this hour of the morning and he contemplated turning on the air conditioning, but he didn’t want to risk waking them.

  Instead he quietly slid the door open just less than a foot to let some outside freshness in and then tip toed over to the sofa and slid the blanket higher so it covered Amy’s bare shoulders.

  He looked at her for a moment in her sleep, then at Emilia, her eyes still closed, and smiled to himself again.

  As quietly as he could, he crept back towards the kitchen and began to make breakfast.

  Emilia stirred as the sound of the boiling kettle made its way through to the lounge. She was vaguel
y aware that Mark had been beside them, but it was fuzzy as though it might have been a dream.

  Amy wasn’t a dream though, she was real and sleeping soundly between her thighs, both of them naked beneath the blanket that covered them.

  Tears came to her eyes for a moment as it crossed her mind that she’d never been happier. She loved Cassian with all her heart, but falling in love with Amy too had made her feel complete. It had changed all of her preconceptions of what love could be and shaken the foundations of her whole world, leaving it brighter and more beautiful every day.

  Opening up her marriage with Cass had been the start of the greatest adventure she’d ever had.

  She held Amy a little tighter as she took a deep breath through her nose, breathing in the girl’s scent and feeling dizzy with love. She ran her fingers through a loose lock of her sweet red hair and closed her eyes again.

  Last night had been incredible.

  The three of them, making love together.

  It had felt so different. So safe and so gentle.

  And she’d squirted. Amy too.

  She blushed at the thought and her chest filled with butterflies as the memory of the sensation came back to her.

  Celeste’s smooth tongue and her sweet little fingers had felt incredible. But it was Amy’s electrifying touch and her soft, kind lips that had sent her over the edge. It was how Amy made her feel.

  She made her feel warm.

  Like drinking a hot chocolate on a cold winters night. Like being wrapped in a blanket in front of a roaring fire. When they were together, she couldn’t help but smile as her insides kindled.

  Amy was stirring.

  Her fingers squeezed Emilia’s skin as she woke up, her eyes squinting like a mole as she looked around.

  ‘I was dreaming about us,’ she said, mumbling softly.

  ‘What was it about?’

  ‘We were getting married on a boat out at sea,’ she blushed as she said it, and then laughed quietly. ‘Cass and Mark were there and they walked us down the aisle.’

  Emilia kissed her on the forehead. ‘Sounds amazing.’

  ‘It was silly, the aisle was a bouncy castle and the priest was a dinosaur.’

  ‘Now that sounds amazing.’

  Amy looked around as the echo of footsteps on the tiled floor filled the room and a moment later, Mark reappeared carrying a tray of coffee and croissants, wearing just his boxers and a warm friendly smile. As he approached he lay Amy’s silk gown down on the arm of the sofa, along with two big jumpers of his own.

  ‘Morning,’ he said, raising his eyebrows. ‘How was your night?’

  Emilia covered her face in embarrassment and tried to pull the blanket over herself as Amy laughed.

  ‘It was alright.’

  ‘Just alright? From what I heard, I’m going to have to up my game,’ he said, putting down the tray in front of them as they laughed. ‘Croissants and coffee for my favourite girls.’

  Emilia’s eyes widened and she melted a little.

  Amy sat up and took hold of her gown, sliding it on as Mark leaned in. Emilia smiled as they kissed, Amy holding his cheek and grinning.

  ‘Is Cass up?’ she asked, suddenly missing him and feeling a little guilty as she glanced at the still sleeping figure of Celeste.

  ‘I don’t think so, I heard him mumbling a while ago but I think he was talking in his sleep. Want me to go check?’

  ‘No, it’s okay. Let him rest.’

  Now that Amy was sitting upright Emilia wriggled around until her legs were free, proceeding to arrange herself with as much dignity as she could manage beneath the little blanket.

  Her eyes darted around and she blushed at the sight of all of their clothes, strewn around the living room floor.

  Amy passed her Mark’s thin jumper as he picked up a garment which turned out to be her knickers. He dangled them on the end of his finger and winked at her, throwing them towards her with a grin before he sat down in one of the little arm chairs close to them.

  She caught them, dropping the blanket and exposing herself. For a moment she panicked, and then she realised it didn’t matter anymore.

  Mark and Amy were family now. She didn’t need to be embarrassed or uncomfortable. She didn’t need to feel ashamed or silly.

  Amy was right, it didn’t matter what other people thought.

  They were home.

  She stood up and shimmied her knickers back on in front of them both, then she pulled on his jumper, enjoying his scent as it wrapped around her like a hug, before sitting back down, truly comfortable in her skin for the first time in a while.

  She leaned forward and began to roll up a pancake as Celeste’s eyelids began to flutter.

  ‘Mon Dieu,’ she whispered, looking around and smiling slowly as she tucked herself back under the covers.

  ‘Bonjour chérie,’ said Amy.

  ‘I’m honoured,’ laughed Celeste as she glanced at Mark and blushed.

  ‘How did you sleep?’ asked Emilia before she bit down on her now tightly rolled pancake.

  Celeste took a deep breath and sighed, shaking her head. ‘So well.’

  ‘Have a pancake,’ said Mark, standing up. ‘Coffee?’

  ‘I’m in love with him already,’ she said, winking at Amy as she nodded gratefully.

  They ate quietly, relaxing and enjoying the warm air as it flowed in from outside through the open patio doors, the sunlight shimmering on the surface of the pool like flashing cameras on a red carpet.

  ‘Do you want to go shopping together today?’ said Amy, delicately dabbing her lips as she looked at Emilia and Celeste.

  ‘I’d like that,’ she smiled, nodding as Amy turned back towards Mark.

  ‘I have to work this afternoon,’ said Celeste, morose.

  ‘Do you mind if we take the car? We can drop Celeste home and you and Cass can chill here for the day?’

  ‘Sure,’ he said. ‘All day?’

  ‘Probably,’ said Amy, turning back to Emilia, who grinned.

  ‘What time do you want to leave?’ she asked, looking up at the clock which was showing half past eight. ‘Do you need to get home at any time, Celeste?’

  ‘By ten?’

  ‘There’s a market open just after that, near the Jardin?’ said Amy, touching Emilia’s arm. ‘Is that okay?’

  Emilia smiled and nodded, taking another bite followed by a sip of coffee.

  ‘Quelle heure est-il?’ said Celeste looking around

  ‘Huit heures,’ said Mark.

  ‘Plenty of time for a shower then?’ she said, raising her eyebrows and letting the end of her sentence dangle in proposition.

  Mark’s chest tightened and his breathing slowed, meeting Celeste’s mischievous and suggestive gaze as Amy drank a gulp of coffee down.

  Emilia had noticed the intonation too and after a moment she crossed her legs to conceal her sudden arousal, taking a wobbly breath as she looked to Celeste then Mark and then his wife.

  ‘Of course you can. I’ll go grab you a towel,’ said Amy as she put her mug back down, oblivious of the looks being exchanged by the other three. ‘You can use our room if Cass is still asleep, or...’ she said, tailing off as she finally saw their faces. ‘Oh.’

  Celeste tilted her head sideways and shrugged, then she glanced at Emilia and spoke tentatively. ‘Maybe we could, erm, see if your mari is awake too?

  Emilia couldn’t help but grin, flashing a smile and then biting her lip with excitement as she looked across at the other two.

  Amy opened her mouth to speak but found she couldn’t, closing it again before standing up suddenly and taking hold of Emilia’s hand, pulling her upright and out of the room excitedly.

  Celeste leapt up a second later, the blanket falling away as she pulled Mark’s other jumper over her head, grinning as she caught him looking, then she bounded across the room in just a few steps, grabbing hold of his big hand in hers as they followed at a pace.

  Emilia tried to keep up with Amy, gi
ggling as they stopped at the door of Cassian’s bedroom, pushing it open gently and peering in. She laughed as she saw the shape of her husband asleep in the darkness, spread out across the whole of their double bed, naked with the duvet wrapped loosely around his legs.

  He was also sporting a rather impressive morning wood.

  She turned and pulled Amy in, nodding for her to take a look and she gleefully peered into the room, letting her eyes adjust.

  ‘Oh my, well he’s ready,’ she pulled back as Mark and Celeste caught up.

  Emilia darted inside and slipped onto the bed beside her husband, leaning across and kissing him gently until he woke up. As he came to, he slipped his hands around her neck and pulled her close to him and she laughed.

  ‘Hold that thought,’ she said, pressing a finger to his lips. ‘Come and join us in the shower.’

  His eyes widened as he processed what she was saying, then he looked into the corridor and saw Celeste waving back at him and he blinked. A moment later he was stood up as Emilia handed him a little towel.

  Dragging him along, she pushed open the door to the shower room with her foot and pulled him inside, with Amy, Celeste and Mark just behind them.

  The big bathroom was huge.

  It was a separate room from the little en-suite attached to their bedrooms, and was clearly designed with sharing in mind. Amy grinned as they walked in and Celeste’s eyes went wide.

  ‘Oh ça alors c'est incroyable,’ she said as she took it all in, whilst Cassian stared on bewildered.

  The room was divided by a floor to ceiling glass partition which could be entered from either side. Above them were two large, wide and flat shower heads, attached to the ceiling with separate digital temperature touch controls which glowed a gentle blue.

  Amy stepped forward and untied the bow of her silk gown, letting it slip to the floor, revealing her naked bottom. Then she tiptoed across and darted behind the dividing glass wall, turning both of the shower heads on and leaping back as cold water gushed out.

  Emilia grinned and pushed past Mark, who bumped into Cassian as she pulled Celeste along with her.

  ‘Come on,’ she said as the two of them pulled Mark’s jumpers off, over their head, throwing them on top of Amy’s gown.