21. Emmy
TWENTY-ONE
Emmy
I’m holding back moans that I want to set free.
But I can’t be too loud, or I know this will stop.
Hattie’s touching herself on the couch in front of me, and I’m soaking wet.
I thought she was flirting with me by playing footsie, but then she kept stopping.
I couldn’t take it anymore. How many times are we going to do this?
I am too fucking horny to keep going on like this.
I’ve already changed the batteries in my vibrator twice.
“Fuck Hattie, I can’t do this,” I say.
“W-what do you mean?” she says breathlessly as she stops touching herself.
“I need to fucking touch you. This is killing me,” I admit.
“Oh, thank God.” Hattie climbs over to me, straddling my thighs, and I don’t hesitate to suck on her breast.
Her strong eucalyptus body wash is all I can smell as her dark hair cascades over my face.
I twirl my tongue around her nipple, and her fingers grip my hair.
Groaning into her chest, I suck harder than I intend to, and Hattie lets out a loud moan.
We both freeze, her nipple still in my mouth, and both of us look at the other.
We wait for a moment; we can’t be loud like that again.
“Bedroom?” Hattie whispers in my ear. I nod, and she hops off my lap, taking my hand and leading me to my bedroom.
We shut the door behind us, leaving half our clothes in the living room.
Her hands are immediately on my face, pulling me in for a kiss.
Her lips are sweet; mine are trying to remember this feeling.
I don’t know what the hell this means, not that I am going to stop to ask questions, but that also means I don’t know if this will happen again.
So I kiss Hattie back like this is our last time and press my body against hers.
We’re both topless, her hand sliding down the side of my arm to grab my breast. She plays with my nipple, pinching it between her fingers, and I moan lightly into her mouth.
Her body reacts, leading both of us toward the bed.
Thank God I remembered to make it today.
She pushes me onto the mattress, and I watch as she climbs to straddle me again.
Her tan skin is on display, letting me see all the tattoos she normally has hidden. Her body is a masterpiece, barbed wire roses and knives decorating her ribcage. I take my hand over the outline, tracing her tattoos. She gasps as I run my fingers across her breasts, teasing her nipples.
“Are you going to tease me or are you going to fuck me?” she asks, leaning down to whisper in my ear. She nibbles on the edge before sitting back up.
“Excuse me for wanting to take my time,” I tease.
Hattie leans down to press her lips to the side of my neck.
The cool metal of her nose ring touches my skin as she leaves kisses down the nape of my neck.
Trailing down my chest, she rocks her hips, and I groan.
She bites the top of my shoulder, and I grab her, pulling her lips into mine.
I need to touch her, to taste her. This game we are playing isn’t working anymore. I need more.
“Take off your shorts and sit on my fucking face, please,” I demand.
“Oh, thank God.” She jumps up immediately, stripping to nothing, and climbs back on the bed.
I admire her cute little bush as I rest my head on the pillows and help her climb up.
As she hovers over my lips, I wrap my hands around her upper thighs and pull her down.
She gasps as my tongue touches her pussy, and I hum at the taste of her.
I glance up, watching as she grips the headboard behind me, her eyes shut as I delicately drag my tongue through her folds.
I take it slow at first, letting her warm up to me, but as she starts rocking her hips, I know she’s ready for more.
“Mmm, pleaseee,” she moans quietly above me.
I flatten my tongue over her clit and drag it even slower through her pussy. I am messing with her on purpose. She can’t hide how much she is enjoying this; she’s soaked, her pussy dripping down my face. Hattie rocks her hips, and I flick my tongue over her clit, causing her to moan loudly.
“Shhhh!” I tell her, although it sounds more like a hum through her thighs.
It hits me that I don’t think either of us thought to lock the door.
At least it’s unlikely Ollie will enter my bedroom without knocking.
That is, unless he heard his mother calling out in distress.
Hattie needs to be quiet, or this will be over before it starts.
I move my hand to her ass, pull back, and slap it.
She gasps loudly, so I do it again. Another two slaps before she’s able to quiet herself.
When she’s finally softly whimpering, I move my tongue faster along her folds.
Her hands are white knuckling the headboard, and her bottom lip might be bleeding from how hard she’s biting it.
I grip her ass, rocking her hips faster over my tongue.
Her body is doing most of the work as her pussy leaks over my tongue.
God, how can she taste this fucking good?
I could never get tired of eating her out.
I reach up to play with her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she holds back tiny gasps and whimpers.
“Right there, Em, don’t stop, please do—” She clamps a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming as her orgasm hits. I keep my tongue moving until she collapses and falls into the bed next to me.
“Mmm,” I hum, wiping my mouth off with the back of my arm.
Hattie looks at me, popping an eye open with a relaxed smile on her face.
She looks completely blissed out, so I take the opportunity to kiss her softly.
A few kisses on her cheek, down her shoulders, and the tops of her breasts.
Her heart is beating hard enough for me to feel it.
I rest my head on her chest for a moment, just listening to the bumps it makes.
“I don’t know how you do that,” Hattie says quietly as she twirls my hair.
“Do what?” I look up at her, confused.
“Eat me out without getting tired. Your jaw must be killing you.” She brushes her fingers over the edge of my chin.
“I just breathe through my nose. Trust me, if you’re sitting on my face, there’s no chance in hell I’m stopping for something as trivial as air,” I joke.
Hattie laughs, and I smile. It is nice to see her looking relaxed for once. She usually walks around with a million things on her mind. Like she is constantly in fear of forgetting something, but right now she looks like she can’t remember her name.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say aloud, and she blushes, her cheeks turning a bright red.
“You don’t have to say that,” she mumbles.
“When have you known me to say things I don’t mean?” I tilt my head.
She stays quiet, smiling at me. This woman is so beautiful, I don’t know how to handle it.
“Okay, get those shorts off. It’s your turn,” Hattie says, suddenly sitting up.
“Oh yeah?” I smirk.
“I mean, I’d love to eat your pussy if that’s okay?” She hesitates.
“Fuck, please.” I nod.
I stand, kicking off my shorts and panties aside. This time, I walk over and lock the door. Now at least I’ll have peace of mind. I look at Hattie, who’s sitting on her knees waiting for me.
“How do you want me?” I ask, standing at the edge of the bed.
She crawls over to me, her ass moving in the air, and I notice she has a lower back tattoo. It’s a skull and crossbones in black ink right over her ass. How is it possible it makes her even hotter?
“Get on the bed, face down into the pillows, ass up. I wanna eat you out from behind,” she commands.
I would be an idiot to complain, so I do as she says, and a shiver runs through me as two fingers slide through my pussy.
She spreads my folds with her fingers, and I can feel myself getting embarrassingly wet.
But Hattie moans softly before pressing her lips to my pussy.
I almost collapse into the pillows, her plush lips parting so her tongue can touch my clit.
She teases me with a slow, lingering lick, and I’m grateful for the pillows to muffle my moans.
Her tongue slips through my slit, sliding through and back across my clit.
She holds onto my hips to steady me, but I’m grinding into her face.
My back is in a perfect arch, thankful for my flexibility as she slips in a finger.
I grip the sheets, fighting my body to stay still as she pushes her finger in and out of me.
“God, you’re so fucking wet for me. Is that all for me?” she whispers, her voice a sultry moan.
“Y-yes,” I mutter. I don’t know if she can hear me, but she adds another finger, and I call her name into the pillows.
“That’s right, say my fucking name. Who makes you this wet? It must feel so good to finally be touched. To finally get some relief from me,” Hattie goes on.
She dips down, and I think she’s going to eat me out again until she takes a bite of the side of my ass.
Her sharp teeth nibble just enough to have me groaning.
It’s the perfect combination of painful but not painful enough to need to stop.
She pumps her finger out of me, adding a second one and pushing it in and out of me.
Then she pushes me over, flipping me onto my back, all while keeping her fingers inside me.
Hattie looks at me with a devilish smirk, her dark curls in disarray around her face. Her cheeks pink, her lips wet, she keeps eye contact with me as she bends down to lick my pussy. Pumping her fingers, she sucks gently on my clit, and I moan. Fuck, now I know how hard it is to keep quiet.
She stops, looking up to smirk at me. “We have to be quiet, baby, or we can’t do this,” she teases.
“Mmm,” I hum. Biting down on my bottom lip is the only way to keep myself from screaming her name.
“That’s my girl,” she whispers, dipping her head back down.
Hattie sucks on my clit, her fingers hitting inside me perfectly.
But what truly sends me over the edge is her keeping eye contact with me.
Her lips are hidden in my pussy, but her eyes are staring directly into mine as I wrap one hand around her head.
God, she is so fucking sexy. She sucks a little harder on my clit, and my hand rushes to cover my mouth.
I am close. Way too close to risk this ending.
Hattie keeps eye contact with me, fingers inside me, the other hand reaching for my breasts.
She tugs on both nipples, and I feel my orgasm rising.
A rush of heat right to my core, I struggle to keep my eyes open as it happens.
She keeps her pace as I’m biting my hand to quiet myself.
When I finally come down, I’m pushing her hand out of the way and gasping for air.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, opening my eyes.
“You look so beautiful when you’re coming,” she says as she licks her fingers clean. Sucking each of them dry, smirking as she licks her lips clean too. I pull her in for a kiss, desperate to have another taste of her.