Chapter 4 #2
“Are you wet for me?” Emma moaned when the heat between Vanessa’s legs answered for her wife. “Because I’m dying to sink right inside you and make you come.”
Vanessa found her lips again, this time with fire, nodding slowly as she rolled her hips forward, begging for more. “You already know the answer to that.”
“Mm. Fuck yeah, I do.” Emma spoke in a low growl as she pushed the lace to one side, her fingertips gathering the wet heat that waited for her. “Nothing in this world will ever feel greater than being inside you.”
She slid two fingers in, slow and deep, drawing a long, throaty moan from Vanessa that shot straight through Emma.
Their breath mingled with the faint rustle of leaves and the distant chirp of birds, yet still, somehow, it felt like the whole world had faded away and nothing else existed around them.
Thoughts whirred around in Emma’s mind in a rush—filthy, hungry thoughts. There was so much more she wanted to do to her wife out here in the hush of the morning. Against the deck. In the lake. Pressed against the wall of the house. But for now, this was everything.
Just her and Vanessa.
Hearts bared. Bodies tangled. Forever burning with desire.
Vanessa leaned back, her body arching like a wave preparing to hit. She braced one hand against Emma’s knee behind her to steady herself, while the other slipped between her thighs to join Emma’s already working fingers. “Oh, fuck.”
Emma’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes locked on Vanessa as she watched her wife touch herself.
Vanessa’s fingers danced in circles over her clit, her lips parted in a silent moan, her chest rising and falling like she couldn’t catch her breath.
Then Vanessa tipped her head back, baring her throat to Emma, her hair cascading over her shoulders like silk.
“Fuck, babe.” Her body screamed for full contact, to feel every inch of Vanessa against her, but even clothed and with just this sliver of space between them, the intimacy was overwhelming. Skin on skin would never be enough. Nothing ever would be, not when it came to loving Vanessa.
“E-Emma.” Vanessa’s walls clenched around Emma’s fingers, her thighs twitching as she whimpered. Emma knew that sound; she knew the way her wife’s body trembled when she was right there on the edge.
“You take what you need.” Emma would give anything—everything—to this woman. “Take it all.”
Vanessa surged forward; her body taut as she wrapped an arm around Emma’s neck. Her lips brushed against Emma’s ear, her voice silky as she moaned, “Fuck me harder.”
That demand sent a blaze of heat down Emma’s spine. She didn’t hesitate. She nearly slipped out from the sudden shift, but caught herself, then pushed back inside, deeper this time as she added a third finger. Vanessa took it, clinging to Emma like she’d never let go.
Emma knew Vanessa. Every gasp, every twitch, every inch of her pleasure was programmed inside Emma. And from the moment they’d returned to this kind of intimacy after the surgery, Vanessa hadn’t held back. She had come back to Emma with a renewed hunger. With fire. With trust.
“I wanna feel you, babe.” Emma dragged her tongue along the curve of Vanessa’s neck, thrusting harder, her pace matched to the constant thrust of Vanessa’s hips. “I wanna feel you come for me.”
Vanessa shuddered, her body quaking fiercely as she clenched tight around Emma’s fingers. Her breath came hot and ragged against Emma’s neck, her mouth open in a cry muffled only by skin. “Oh, God.”
Emma grinned, dizzy with love and the sheer privilege of being the one inside this woman. “Mm. Must be something in the fresh air out here…”
Vanessa slowly pulled back, grinning with flushed cheeks. “No, I think you’re just capable of turning me on at the most unexpected of moments.”
Emma leaned her head back with a proud smile, a low laugh rumbling from her chest. God, this woman made her feel so many things.
All those doubts she used to carry—about being enough, about whether she could give Vanessa everything or if it would even work between them—felt like distant memories.
They had done for some time now. They’d built a love that was raw and real, and the sex? That had only grown more intense.
Vanessa reached between them and gripped Emma’s wrist, lifting her hand slowly.
She brought it up, their eyes locked as she guided Emma’s slick fingers to her lips.
Vanessa slid them into Emma’s mouth, and Emma sucked, tasting her, devouring the moment like it was the first time all over again.
“Am I enough for you, or should I start breakfast?”
Emma didn’t answer. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Vanessa’s waist, lifting them both from the couch in one smooth motion. Vanessa instinctively hooked her legs around Emma’s hips, dipping her head and kissing Emma deeply before Emma had taken a single step.
“I don’t think we’re going to be needing breakfast just yet,” Emma murmured against Vanessa’s lips. “I need so much more of you before I even consider this day to have started.”
Emma turned with her wife held tight against her, carrying her back into the warmth of the bedroom. The lake house was filled with the very love they’d continued to build on since the last time they were here.
“I love you,” Vanessa whispered as she buried her face in Emma’s neck.
“And I love you.”