They don't make it to the shower, stumbling upstairs with a bruising kiss, Emily's hands tearing at her shirt, her own hands fumbling with the zipper of her pants. In Emily's room, she gets pushed backwards until she hits the edge of the bed and falls onto the mattress. Emily closes the door before pulling her own shirt over her head and Paige's jeans down.
Straddling her naked thighs, Emily kisses her again and she can't help the frustrated groan that falls into Emily's mouth. Wrestling her shirt off, she feels Emily's hands on her waist and ribs, sliding higher with the shirt and then to her back, unhooking her bra. She throws the shirt to the side and shrugs out of the bra, searching for Emily's lips.
"Is your mom at work?" she mumbles into the kisses and Emily nods, pressing her down onto her back, rolling her hips and palming her breasts. Trying to bring her closer, she grabs Emily's ass, squeezing it and arching into her movements. She needs Emily.
Instead, Emily reaches behind her, finding her hands and pinning them down above her head, her lips wandering to Paige's ear. "You just fucked me in the locker room. At school. Where anyone could have walked in," she whispers with a low voice that vibrates through Paige's body and she groans, one of Emily's hands sliding over her arm, down to her chest, the thumb flicking over her nipple.
Emily catches her earlobe between her teeth, her tongue peeking out to give it a quick lick, her hips grinding down until Paige whimpers her name. "What? Do you need something?" Emily's voice is low and teasing, her breath hot against Paige's ear. "Stop teasing, Em, please," she hears herself moan out and she feels Emily grin. "No way."
Kisses trail down her neck and Emily lets go of her hands, only to push herself up and off of the bed. Staring at her, Paige has to swallow as Emily slowly undoes her zipper, pulling her pants down even slower. It's still kind of hard to believe that Emily is her girlfriend, that she gets to touch her and that Emily wants to touch her and that Emily's skin is so incredibly soft and her legs so long and her ass and her boobs...
Her thoughts trail off when Emily crawls on top of her again, kissing her breasts and then her lips, hard and wanting, a knee pressing into her, just hard enough to keep her on edge but never enough to push her over. She tries to rock against it, desperate for some kind of release, her eyes closed as Emily's breasts graze her own, her heart beating fast and loud, her hands grabbing the pillow under her head.
Emily's hand slips inside her panties and her breath hitches as cold fingers touch her, running through her folds and hitting her clit every now and then. Emily presses her lips against Paige's neck and wanders lower, pausing at her shoulder, kissing it gently where she left a mark earlier.
She bucks her hips, searching for friction, for a chance to get off but then Emily's mouth is at her breast, sucking and nipping and kissing and for a second, she forgets the urgent need that has been there since the locker room. Her back arches and her hands tangle in Emily's hair and everything inside her, around her, pulses with want, she's aching for more and a moan wavers through the room.
"Please, Em. Just...please," she brings out between shallow breaths, Emily's tongue sneaking out, across her nipple at the same time she strokes a thumb over her clit and she cuts herself off with a gasp.
Then, Emily pulls her hand out of her panties, but before Paige can complain, she cups her over the fabric, kissing her way down to the hem of it, her tongue teasing along Paige's hipbone and her teeth dragging over skin. She lets her hands fall from Emily's head, twisting her fingers into the sheets instead, the nerves in the pit of her stomach fluttering with excitement and the urge to move against Emily's hand grows.
But again, the hand leaves, only to grab her waist, Emily's lips right above her underwear with a hot kiss, fingers sliding under the edge of the garment, waiting for her to lift her hips slightly. She does and Emily pulls them down, her kisses following her hands over the inside of Paige's thigh.
She feels Emily slowly kissing her way up her leg again, no barrier between them left and she bites her lip to stop herself from moaning again. "Emily, stop teasing me," she grits out, peeking down just as Emily reaches the top of her thigh. She gets a sly smile and Emily leans down, her lips barely grazing her sex with soft kisses and her breath catches in her throat.
"Fuck, I said stop teasing," she moans, gripping the sheets tighter, raising her ass slowly because she can't take it any longer. Emily ignores her silent begging, the kisses turning into gentle sucking, too far away from where she needs it, still close enough to drive her insane.
Her heart pounds loudly, hands gripping her thighs firmly as Emily continues sucking on soft, hot skin and silent moans leave her mouth. When Emily's tongue sneaks out, brushing over her, she can't stop the jolt of her hips, her head pressed into the pillow beneath it, her mouth open with a gasp.
"Please, Emily," she chokes out and finally, Emily listens. Gasping out another 'Fuck.', one hand tangles in dark, long hair and she closes her eyes. Emily strokes her tongue through her folds with bold, broad licks, dipping it inside before trailing it up and over her clit.
She does it again and again and Paige tries to catch her breath, arching her back to feel more of Emily's touch, her hand tangling in the sheets and lightly tugging on Emily's hair.
Emily's lips wrap around her clit, sucking on it between flicks of her tongue, one hand sliding to the inside of her thigh, and then two fingers slip into her, moving in and out with hard thrusts. She feels her body tensing, and she can barely hear her ragged breathing over the blood rushing through her ears, Emily's free hand holding her hips down to keep her from bucking too much.
Speeding the thrusts up, Emily sucks a little harder, humming and then flicking her tongue again, until Paige starts clenching around the fingers. They curl and thrust a bit harder, and she can feel her stomach tightening, her toes curling and everything pulsing. With one last, hard suck, she starts shaking, moans and gasps leaving her mouth freely, goosebumps raising all over her body, her heart racing and her fingers grasping the covers and Emily's hair firmly.
Emily slows her rhythm, her fingers stilling, and her tongue moving in gentle strokes that turn into soft kisses when the shaking turns into trembling. The kisses wander up her body, staying at her breasts for a moment, soft, wet lips pressing against them, then her neck and finally her lips.
She keeps her eyes closed, still breathing unevenly, and she can taste herself on Emily's tongue, another shiver running through her body. "Worth the wait?" Emily asks her, mumbling against her lips and she nods, her breath hitching as Emily pulls her fingers out.
"Definitely," she exhales, kissing Emily again.