Chapter Nineteen #3
“Fuck,” Shae growled, slipping her other hand beneath the waistband of Em’s panties, gliding her fingers through her wetness.
Em moaned against Shae’s hand, biting back the fullness of her pleasure as Shae curled her fingers inside her, grinding her palm against her clit.
Her legs trembled as she clutched the back of Shae’s shirt, bunching it in her fists, bracing herself. How was she already this close? Her climax coiled hot and urgent, sharpened by restraint.
Shae dropped her hand from Em’s mouth. Cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt.
Her tongue traced a slow line over Em’s nipple, sending shivers through Em’s body.
She sucked lightly, teeth grazing just enough to make Em gasp, leaving a damp, warm circle where her mouth had been.
Shae tugged at her shirt, peeling it away with one hand, letting it fall to the floor beside them.
Her fingers still pulsing deep inside Em.
“Shae...” Em panted, “I’m gonna—” she drew in a bracing breath. “I think I’m gonna—come.”
Shae slowed, her gaze trailing ardently over Em’s bare skin, up her neck, over her lips, until she reached her eyes.
She’d never seen that kind of burning in Shae’s eyes before, a yearning to see what lay beneath it all.
“I want to watch you,” Shae murmured, fingers picking up speed again, keeping her eyes fixed on Em.
And Em understood then that this was more. That Shae, who looked away from everything that mattered, wanted only to see it all laid bare in front of her.
Em had the urge to close her eyes, but she couldn’t. She wanted to watch, too. Watch Shae take her in. She didn’t want this feeling to end, the feeling of being the absolute object of Shae’s affection. She wanted Shae to see every part of her unravel.
The heat built fast, rushing up her spine and curling through her belly, her whole body tingling all over.
“Oh, my God! Shae,” she cried out, in a high-pitched whimper, digging her nails into Shae’s shoulders as her climax overtook her.
Her whole body tensed, then shook, trembling against Shae as her release came.
Her hands tightened at the back of Shae’s neck, guiding her into a kiss.
She could feel herself pulsing around Shae’s fingers, as aftershocks sent tiny jerks throughout her body.
Shae smiled against her mouth, pulling back to look at her, delicately brushing a damp strand of hair from Em’s forehead. Em smiled back, breath still heavy as she wrapped her arms tighter around Shae’s neck.
“Come here.” Shae slid her hands around Em’s hips, pulling her from the desk and ushering her over to the bed, kissing her as they went. Em’s legs were unsteady beneath her, not having fully recovered her energy. She glanced back, unsure she would make it that far.
Shae stopped just short of her bed, curling her fingers into the waistband of Em’s underwear and dragging them down her thighs. Pressing tender kisses along her inner thigh as Em stepped out of them, falling back onto her sheets.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Shae murmured, spreading her thighs, sinking between them, her mouth hovering close enough to make Em’s breath catch.
This was all new to Em, having someone’s mouth on her in this way.
She was unsure what to expect. She drew her legs up as she reached down to tug Shae’s shirt over her head.
Then Shae’s tongue met Em’s center, catching her off guard.
Parting her, coaxing a gasp, and dragging over her clit in slow, knowing strokes.
Em nearly came again right then.
“Oh, dear God!” Em’s eyes widened. Shae’s tongue was so warm and slick against her.
Em sucked in stuttered, labored breaths as Shae’s tongue moved over her, the sensation forcing her eyes closed.
It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
It was tender and electric, like a flame licking at the edges of her control.
She whimpered, a tremor rolling through her thighs.
Her fingers tangled in Shae’s hair, not to guide her, but to anchor herself in this moment.
A moment that was too big, too intense, not to hold on.
Her hips tilted of their own accord, chasing the rhythm of Shae’s tongue, the pressure and softness perfectly measured.
Pleasure bloomed low in her belly, tightening with every swirl.
Shae slid her fingers inside her again, and the sound of her arousal filled the space between them, impossibly loud in the quiet room.
Her hand matched the rhythm of her tongue as it worked in slow, teasing circles, building her up, then backing off.
Only to press in again with enough pressure to make Em whimper.
Her thighs trembled, her hands gripped the sheets desperately.
Until the heat gradually intensified, making it impossible to hold on.
The room spun as her breath shallowed, her vision softening at the edges.
It wasn’t purely sensation; it was surrender. Her body pulled taut, breath catching in her throat like a held note. Then Shae moaned, the vibration shooting straight through Em’s core. And that was it.
Em’s release hit her like a tide, rushing up from deep inside her.
Her hips jerked forward, helpless against the force of it, her whole body pulsing around Shae’s mouth.
Em couldn’t hold back; she tugged down a pillow, burying her face as a muffled cry escaped her, unrestrained.
Rising from somewhere deeper than want, tangled in memory and need.
Her legs tightened against the sides of Shae’s head, squeezing, but Shae kept going, kept giving.
Em’s hands clawed at Shae’s shoulders before scrambling across the sheets, bunching them in her fist as wave after wave crashed through her.
Her back arched, eyes fluttering shut as she shattered in the most beautiful way, lips parted, gasping Shae’s name before collapsing, boneless, breathless, and completely undone.
Shae lifted her head, resting her cheek against Em’s thigh. Her gentle fingers traced idle circles over Em’s skin while Em tried to remember how to breathe again.
“You’re so sweet, Em.” Shae was looking at her dreamily. “Your taste, it’s sweet.”
“What?” She didn’t expect those words to come out of her mouth, and a flush crept into her cheeks.
“Come here,” Shae towered over her on the bed, straddling her legs.
Her arms bracketed her shoulders. “You want a taste?”
Em hesitated, but she had to admit it intrigued her.
She tilted her chin up toward Shae. Shae’s mouth tipped up into a smile before bending down and kissing her, her tongue sliding against Em’s.
Em’s stomach jumped. She caught Shae’s lip between her teeth, dragging her short nails up her outer thighs until she reached the hem of Shae’s shorts and tugged downward.
She stopped short, throwing her arms up over her head, dropping her cheek to the crook of her arm, and squeezing her eyes shut. She was embarrassed to admit to Shae how inexperienced she was at this. Unsure of how to voice exactly what she wanted, how she wanted to touch her.
“What?” What’s going on in that head of yours?” Shae asked, leaning up, reaching for Em’s hands, lacing their fingers together.
“Shae.” Her nerves were threatening to take over. She bit the inside of her cheek, bringing her eyes to Shae’s.
“Yes, Em?” Shae leaned down, kissing her softly.
“I want to touch you,” Em said, voice raw and uneasy. “Can I?” She kissed the base of Shae’s neck, over to her ear. “Please?” She breathed, drawing her earlobe into her mouth.
Shae took Em’s hand, slipping it beneath her boxers. She flattened her palm against her, sliding her fingers over her swollen heat.
“You’re so wet,” she panted, moving against her. Shae leaned back over her, straightening out to press her body against Em’s. Em drew her in for a kiss, gliding her fingers against her wetness before sinking inside her.
“Mmmh,” Shae moaned, her breath stuttering against Em’s ear.
“Now it’s your turn to try to be quiet.” Em’s eyebrow ticked up, and Shae smiled down at her.
Shae reached down, shimmying out of her boxers. Em, attempting to help, tugged with one hand before hiking her leg up between Shae’s knees and easing them down the rest of the way.
“What sort of move was that?” Shae chuckled. Tucking her head into the crook of Em’s neck, her body shaking in laughter.
“What? You make do.” Em giggled, shifting her body back an inch to look at Shae, planting a kiss on her nose.
Their bodies pressed together, slick and hot, limbs tangled now. Em moving beneath Shae, her fingers deep inside Shae, feeling her pulse tight and aching around them. Shae moved above her like a force, sweat tracing down the curves of her chest, muscles tensing with each wave of pleasure.
Em watched her, transfixed.
She curled her fingers, and Shae broke. She collapsed against Em’s ear, gasping, tucking her mouth to her neck to muffle her cry as she came.
She clenched at Em’s waist, her body unraveling in Em’s arms. It was intoxicating to watch, seeing her like this, so absolutely vulnerable, so free.
Like every wall she had ever built had come crashing down around them.
And God, Em couldn’t look away. She’d never seen anyone come undone in her presence; it was beautiful. As though they weren’t just touching but remembering each other, reclaiming something they’d lost.
Shae pressed her face to Em’s neck, and Em felt the particular silence lingering of someone who had just handed over a part of herself she’d spent years convincing herself didn’t exist.