Chapter 9 #2
“You’re staring,” Emma murmured, the sexiness of her sleep-filled voice sending a shiver throughout Vanessa.
“I’m admiring. There’s a difference.”
“Compliments before coffee?” Emma cracked one eye open, that mischievous glint present. “That’s bold.”
“I woke up this morning and decided to live dangerously.” Vanessa smirked as she drew a fingertip up Emma’s arm. “And obviously…I’m impressed by the serious bedhead.”
“Oh, thanks.” Emma laughed as she stretched her body out. “Good to know my wild mane is such a turn on.”
Unable to resist running her fingers through Emma’s delicious hair, Vanessa shifted closer and buried her face in Emma’s neck.
“All of you turns me on, baby.” Vanessa had no issue saying that out loud, but whenever Emma did it, she doubted the truth in her words.
It was ridiculous, of course she knew that, but Vanessa’s mind worked in very strange ways lately.
Still, she wanted this woman. Right here, right now. “I love you.”
Emma pressed a kiss to Vanessa’s forehead. “Prove it.”
Vanessa tilted her head up and drew Emma into a kiss. “I was planning to.”
Emma moaned when Vanessa kissed her again, this time slower…
teasing, reminding Emma of everything they had with one another.
Nothing could bring them down. And that this morning, there was no rush.
The only certainty was that their lovemaking would tip over into the afternoon if Vanessa had anything to say about it.
Vanessa smoothed her palm down the slope of Emma’s neck, every inch of her aching when her wife pressed closer.
She took her time exploring Emma’s body, even though every last inch of it was burned into Vanessa’s memory.
It wasn’t possible to find a spot she didn’t already know, but Vanessa liked a challenge, and today felt like the perfect day for it.
“God, I have the hottest wife in the world,” Emma whispered against Vanessa’s lips, her back arching when Vanessa lowered her palm down Emma’s stomach and teased it over her hip. “So. Fucking. Hot.”
Their legs tangled as Emma rolled half of her body on top of Vanessa, her thigh fitting perfectly between Vanessa’s.
She looked down at her, those grey eyes taking Vanessa’s breath away.
Emma’s hair was swept over one shoulder, so soft and beautiful, but it was the wetness coating Vanessa’s thigh that had her moaning as Emma rocked back and forth. “Mm, baby. You’re soaking.”
“That’s what you get for seducing me before I’ve even opened my eyes.” Emma’s hands were already slipping beneath Vanessa’s shirt, her trimmed nails dragging teasingly down her stomach.
Vanessa pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and reached out, tweaking one of Emma’s nipples. “As your wife, it’s my duty to seduce you.” She gently guided Emma onto her back, the sheet pooling around Vanessa’s hips as she lowered herself and brushed her lips over Emma’s collarbone.
Every kiss was slow and deliberate. Vanessa wanted to take her time; she wanted to savour every whimper and moan while enjoying how Emma arched beneath her hands.
Nothing and nobody in this world could ever compare to Emma.
Vanessa looked up at Emma through hooded eyes and whispered, “Tell me what you want.”
“Y-you,” Emma said without hesitation as she tangled her fingers through Vanessa’s hair and moaned. “Just…don’t stop.”
Never. Vanessa could never stop. Whether it was their fiery moments with Madam, or the intimacy of making love first thing in the morning, Vanessa would always crave to be here, just like this, forever.
She slid lower, trailing kisses over one side of Emma’s hip, then the other.
She knew what her wife liked, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that Vanessa liked it in equal measure.
Okay, maybe that was a lie. Vanessa loved it far more than anything else she could comprehend.
The taste of her wife on the tip of her tongue.
As she lay on her stomach between Emma’s thighs and wrapped her lips around Emma’s clit, Vanessa hummed lightly. Emma bucked her hips, forcing Vanessa’s mouth against her, gasping when Vanessa eased two fingers inside her. “F-fuck, Vanessa. Y-yeah. Just like that.”
Emma tightened around her fingers in an instant, the first of many orgasms fast approaching. These were the moments Vanessa lived for. Slow mornings that many may consider routine, but for them…this was perfection. Nobody could touch them here. Nobody could ruin what they had. Nobody mattered.
“Babe, oh fuck!” Emma arched up, her body trembling.
Knowing that Emma was close to the edge, Vanessa slipped a third finger inside her wife and pushed harder and deeper.
Every breath came out in a gasp. Emma’s fingers tightened in her hair, and when Emma finally cried out Vanessa’s name, trembling, Vanessa slowed and admired the perfection of her wife. “Mm. You’re so beautiful.”
Emma pulled Vanessa up, and as they lay tangled, skin to skin, she tucked her head beneath Vanessa’s chin and exhaled a deep breath. “So,” Emma eventually said, her arm tightening around Vanessa’s waist. “I guess you do love me.”
Vanessa laughed, closing her eyes as she gave Emma a moment to come down from one high…while preparing for many more. “Told you I’d prove it.”
Emma drew back and forced Vanessa onto her back, straddling her hips the moment she relaxed into the mattress. “You have nothing to prove to me. I know you love me. I feel it in every glance and every touch.”