26. Hattie
TWENTY-SIX
Hattie
“Can we take this to the bedroom?” I ask, breaking apart from her kiss.
“Yes. Mine or yours?” she asks.
“Yours? I don’t think we should attempt stairs in the dark.”
“Okay.”
Emmy helps me blow out most of the candles.
The ones that aren’t too hot get brought into her room.
We leave the fire going; it’s safe enough to go out on its own later.
Emmy disappears into the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later, still topless.
God, her boobs are so big—they bounce with each step she takes.
I can’t wait to get my hands and mouth on them again.
We walk to her room with only the lit candles guiding us, and pumpkin spice fills the air.
She stands before me, smiling, her red hair looking like it’s on fire in the light.
Her green eyes are brighter than usual, and I internally groan while looking at her body.
Emmy pulls me in close, our chests touching and hardened nipples grazing.
I trail my fingers up the sides of her arms, feeling the soft skin before circling my arms around her neck.
She presses her lips to mine, and I groan, slipping in my tongue and twirling it with hers.
Emmy’s hands reach for my waist, pulling me in even closer.
She moves up the sides of my waist, reaching for my boobs.
She moans in my mouth as she plays with my nipples, pinching and squeezing them with her fingers.
Fuck. My head falls back as she plays with them, and she takes the opportunity to kiss the side of my neck.
Sucking light enough not to leave a mark, but hard enough to make me wet.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Emmy whispers in my ear.
“Mmm,” I hum as she touches me.
“I’ve had to play by myself while thinking about you for far too long,” Emmy says with a little moan. Fuck, the thought of her playing with herself is hot as fuck. I need to see that.
“Maybe you can show me,” I manage to whimper out.
“I was hoping you’d be the one to touch me instead,” she says.
Emmy pushes me back onto the bed and climbs on my lap.
Her boobs are close by, and I take the chance to put them in my face.
Resting between them for a brief second, I breathe in her sweet scent.
God, I fucking love her boobs. I let go, but only to suck on her nipple—taking the right one in my mouth while using my hands to play with the other one.
Emmy moans, her hair falling behind her in beautiful waves as she whimpers and rocks her hips against my thighs.
I take my turn with the other before she kisses my neck again.
She sucks harder this time, then nibbles on the bottom of my ear, and I can feel her warm breath on my skin.
She rocks her hips against mine and I groan.
I want to take my time with her, but I’m too fucking horny to make this last forever.
Emmy uses one of her hands to trail down the front of my chest, stopping just above my pussy.
“If I touched you right now, how wet would you be?” she asks, looking right into my darkened eyes.
“So fucking wet.” I moan.
Emmy’s hand moves farther down my pussy, brushing past my shorts and panties.
She leaves her hand on my pussy, her fingers teasing my swollen clit.
The second her fingers touch me, I almost collapse.
I swear she gets off on torturing me. She gets up suddenly, all the pressure from her body and her hand gone in an instant.
I’m about to complain when I see her kicking off her shorts.
Her pussy glistening as much as mine feels wet, her entire body naked for me.
“Holy, wow,” I praise. I can’t speak right; I’m in awe.
“Get these off. Now,” she commands tugging on the bottom of my shorts.
I do as she says, jumping up to take them off.
Emmy lies in the bed, kicking the sheets to the side and waiting for me in the mountain of pillows she has.
She spreads her thighs apart, and I can see all of her.
Her pussy is literally dripping wet, and her clit is pretty and pink—almost pulsing for me.
I want to taste her so bad. She slides a finger down her pussy, and I groan as I climb into the bed with her.
“Mmm,” she moans, and I watch in desperation as she teases herself.
“I thought you weren’t going to show me?” I say.
“You were taking too long to touch me. I thought maybe you needed to see how I like it.” She smirks.
Emmy’s hand slides through her pussy, the wet sounds filling the room. But I lie on my stomach, pushing her hands out of the way and replacing them with my tongue. She’s sweet, her juices coating my tongue and chin. Fuck, if I never taste another woman, I’ll die happily knowing I tasted her.
“Oh, Hattie!” It’s the first time I’ve heard her scream my name, and it’s never sounded better. If I didn’t have Ollie, I’d consider making it my ringtone.
Her thighs push together against my ears as I suck on her clit and dip my tongue in circles.
I hold onto her thighs, while she’s looking down at me with pleading eyes.
God, it’s so hot to see her coming undone.
I want to praise her, but it’s hard when I don’t want to stop tasting her.
I keep licking her pussy and drawing circles with my tongue until she suddenly pushes me away.
I think I’ve done something wrong—until she pulls me in for a deep kiss.
She’s tasting herself on my lips, which seems to only be fueling her desire.
Her hand travels between us until it finds my aching core.
She slides her hand through my slick folds and brings her body closer to mine.
I don’t realize what she’s doing until she’s taking my thigh and holding it sideways over hers.
She picks me up like I weigh nothing, pressing her pussy against mine.
Our clits touch, causing me to moan her name.
I don’t remember the last time I scissored with someone.
I don’t even know if my hips are up for it. But I want whatever Emmy wants.
“That’s it, baby. Moan for me,” Emmy says in a sultry voice. “I want to hear you without holding back.”
She’s right, I don’t have to hold back anything this time.
So I rock my hips against hers and moan for her.
She smiles proudly, and I feel like I’ve gotten a gold star for it.
Our nipples graze with each bump of our hips, our swollen clits brushing and gliding together.
We’re both so wet—I’m surprised we’re able to rock against each other without falling off.
She’s holding my thigh steady, and all I want to do is kiss her, but she has her back arched as she moans.
“Fuck baby, you feel so good!” she cries out.
I grab her breasts, squeezing and playing with them.
Trying to reach my own release, I feel my stomach heating with desire.
It’s slightly uncomfortable to be in this position, but I’ve also never felt better.
I can last a bit with achy knees. I’m not trying to show my age right now anyway.
I focus on how sexy Emmy looks and how lucky I feel being in bed with her.
We both rock our hips, her speed picking up, and I can tell she’s chasing her climax.
Her breathing is ragged, picking up pace as we scissor.
We switch positions, Emmy lying on her back this time.
I climb on top of her, her left leg in the air, resting on my shoulder.
I straddle across her body, lining my pussy up with hers.
I can feel her wetness mixing with mine as I bend down, my breasts near her face.
She leans up to take one of my nipples in her mouth.
Moaning, I lean into her even more, my clit pressing against hers.
Emmy’s breathing picks up, her small whimpers turning into full moans.
I lean back up, letting her watch me from below as I take control and rock my hips back and forth.
I use her leg I’m holding to keep myself steady as I move.
I ride her pussy, bouncing and rocking as she cries out in pleasure for me.
Her breasts bounce with each movement. God, I wish I could have my face between them right now.
Watching them bounce, she starts playing with her nipples to tease me more and I groan.
“Oh, fuck!” she cries out. “Please don’t stop!”
I smile, watching her struggle to keep her eyes open as her orgasm. Her legs shaking as she comes. She smiles at me, her whole face in blissed out pleasure.
“Fuck,” I groan, lying down next to her.
Emmy needs a second to catch her breath, so I use the opportunity to grab her some water.
She takes the whole thing and pulls me into her arms. I trace my fingers on the freckles across her chest, playing connect the dots with them.
Emmy twirls her fingers around my curls, and I relax under her touch, almost falling asleep for a moment before she touches her lips to mine.
“I was hoping I could have a taste,” Emmy says.
“I’d love nothing more,” I admit.
Emmy kisses me, flipping me underneath her.
I can feel the weight of her chest on mine, moving down my body as she leaves kisses in her path.
Savoring her time as she presses her wet lips over my collar bones, chest, stomach until she finally reaches below.
When she gets to my pussy, she blows a cool breath and I feel goose bumps all over my body.
It’s like the rest of me knows what’s coming and can’t help but be excited.
Emmy presses her lips to my pubic bone, kissing the sides of my inner thighs—even nibbling a bit.
She dips her tongue through my slit and my hips buck into her face.
“Relax baby,” she whispers, looking up at me. God, she looks so fucking sexy between my thighs. It’s like she was meant to be there.
I nod, not trusting my voice. She uses her fingers to touch my clit and I gasp, already so on edge from all we’ve done.
I’m sure she could touch me a little harder and I’d come for her.
But she’s content on teasing me, so I grip the sheets and play along.
At least I didn’t have to worry about being quiet tonight.
I’m not sure I can hold back. Emmy always takes me to a place that feels impossible.
I think it’s what makes sex so addictive with her—it’s never felt like this with anyone else.
Or even with myself.
“I love seeing how much you want me,” she murmurs between my thighs.
Fuck. Her lips are wet, glistening with me as she looks up. Her tongue dips through my folds again, swirling around my clit as she sucks hard. I gasp, my knuckles probably turning white with how hard I’m gripping the sheets. She doesn’t stop, keeping a steady pace as I feel my orgasm rising.
“Yes! Oh, Emmy! Fuck! Right there!” I cry out. It’s more of a scream, but I don’t care. It feels too fucking good to try and contain myself.
I don’t know what she’s doing because everything feels too good to even open my eyes, but she doesn’t stop until I’m panting and trying to catch my breath from the second orgasm in a row.