A/N: UGGHHHHHH! Now with that being said, on to the good stuff. Thanks for all of your comments. They have been the only think that has pushed me to finally get this chapter done. As always, read, review, favorite, follow and enjoy.
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I told myself that I had no problem waiting. That even though Emily and I have known each other practically our whole lives, we've only been dating for a few weeks. I mean what's the rush when we plan on spending forever together. I want to stick to my convictions, but how I've managed to do so for so long is beyond even me. Take right now, for instance. Emily and I are alone in my apartment. She's lying on my bed in the tiniest yellow boy shorts I've ever seen and nothing else. We came back here after swim practice. She has kicked her training into overdrive ever since the Olympic team has come calling. She complained about her muscles being tight and I, being the loving woman that I am, offered to provide some assistance. She then proceeded to draw the shades, light some candles and turn on some music. When I gave her a strange look, she told me that she needed to be able to relax if the massage was going to work. I couldn't argue with her there. She then began to strip down. When I asked what she was doing, she said, "You can't give me an effective massage through my clothes silly."
So I tried to find something to do with my eyes while she finished disrobing and got underneath my sheets. The massage started off innocent enough. I was very methodical and medicinal in my approach. Some where along the way, my touches got more languid, the sounds from her mouth got more sultry and the sheet got lower and lower. That's how I found myself running my hands over silky, smooth skin with nothing in between us but the tiniest yellow boy shorts I've ever seen. Her ass from this view is a sight to behold. It looks like a ripe peach and my mouth waters at the thought of taking a bite. I give in to my impulse and place a whisper of a kiss right above her panty line.
"Mmm baby that feels amazing," she whispers.
I place my hands on the bed on either side of her body to get better leverage. My arms are shaking with the nervous energy that's pulsing through me. Am I really about to do this? I'd have to be dead not to act on a practically naked Emily lying in my bed. Her body is calling out to me and I would be a fool not to answer the call. I place another gentle kiss slightly higher than I placed the previous one. She's squirming from the touch of my lips against her bare skin and I suddenly feel extremely bold. I place another kiss up her back, this one open mouthed, and she sucks in a breath. Her hips are starting to move of their own accord and I have to stop for a moment to marvel at the affect I have on her. I continue on my mission and kiss all the way up her spine. I'm about to kiss her lips when my phone rings. I stop, startled by the interruption.
"Don't you dare," she grits out.
I'm frozen in a state of inaction, torn between what I should do. Thankfully, the ringing stops and I'm not forced to make a decision. I lean in to pick up where I left off when the offending device starts to ring again.
"Paige McCullers if you answer that phone," Emily threatens.
"It could be an emergency," I reason.
I roll off of the bed to retrieve my phone. She's making angry, menacing noises into my pillow and I can tell she's not amused. I look at the caller i.d. and see that my father is calling. Maybe I should've just let it ring.
"Hello," I answer.
"Paige, this is your father."
"Hello dad, how is everything?"
"I was calling to confirm this rumor that you won't be home over winter break."
"It's not a rumor dad. I've relayed to you before that classes might be done, but swim season isn't over yet. I still have practice and a meet to get ready for," I explain.
"Paige,"
He's started in on a long winded lecture, but his words are falling on deaf ears. Emily has decided at this moment to leave the safety of my sheets and is sitting on the edge of my bed in nothing but those tiny, yellow boy shorts. I'm staring unabashedly. Emily knows it and doesn't seem to care. I allow my eyes the pleasure of roaming all over her body. I take in her long, glorious neck. The alluring way her clavicle is prominently displayed, just begging to be kissed. Then I take in the sight of her bare breast. Her nipples are hard and all I can do is imagine how they would feel in my mouth. I grab the desk behind me to steady myself. I can feel liquid pooling at the juncture between my legs. I look at her longingly, pleading with her to put some clothes on. She takes pity on me and moves to cover herself up. I didn't think it was possible, but I think I'm as excited watching her dress as I was at the sight of her undressed. With her body finally concealed within her clothing, I'm able to focus back in on my father's tirade.
"We have discussed this an innumerable amount of times Paige. You may continue to swim as long as it doesn't interfere with your other responsibilities."
"Dad, I'm on winter break. I don't have anything else to focus on but swimming," I say.
Emily has stood and started to gather her things. She mouths that she's about to leave and I indicate that she doesn't have to. I place my hand over the receiver.
"I'm almost done," I say.
Clearly she doesn't believe that this call will end anytime soon as she is still zipping up her coat. She makes her way over to me and places an enticing kiss right below my earlobe.
"I'll call you later," she breaths hotly into my ear.
I close my eyes and can hear the click of the door as she leaves.
"Paige are listening to me?" my dad barks into the phone, quickly dispelling the sensual haze that Emily has left behind.
"Yes dad I'm listening. What I'm confused about is what you're trying to get at exactly."
"I'm talking about your duties Paige. Not only your duties as a student, but your duties to me as your father."
"Dad, I'm still at a lost here."
"I've invited people over for Christmas dinner. What kind of impression would I be making on my guest if my only child wasn't present?"
"I get it now. It's not that you actually want me there. You just need me for appearances sake."
"Paige you will not question my motives."
"You know what? Since all you need is a warm body, why don't you ask Ben to do it. He's the poster child for the image you're trying to project. Much better suited than your failure of a lesbian daughter."
I can tell my dad is beyond livid, but I really don't care. I end the call and toss it on the bed in frustration. Sometimes I don't know what I did to deserve him being so unfeeling towards me. You would think since he and I are all each other has, our relationship would be a lot more close. His callous nature is starting to make it easier and easier to reveal to him my future plans. I feel like there's no time like the present. Maybe a trip home is exactly what I need to do.
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I'm trying to study for my last final of the semester. My books and notes are strewn about. My concentration is little to not present at all because of the phone call from my dad earlier. I can't believe the nerve or the gall of him. I crack open my econ book and try to make some ground. Just when I'm in a good groove, there's an incessant knock at my door. I don't have the slightest idea who it could be. Especially since the campus is practically deserted by now. The knocking gets more forceful and whoever it is doesn't plan to leave anytime soon. I get up to swiftly dismiss the interloper. I look through the peephole and find none other than Ben on the other side.
"What do you want? My dad didn't get enough of me so he sent you over to finish the job?" I accuse.
Ben raises his hands in surrender.
"I'm here of my own accord. I have nothing to do with whatever is going on between you and Uncle Nick," he says.
I debate for a second if I should let him in.
"Paige please. I really need to talk to you," he pleads.
I begrudgingly step aside and let him in.
"I see your face has healed nicely," I comment smugly.
"Yeah nobody can ever accuse you of hitting like a girl," he jokes.
He doesn't seem to be holding a grudge at all about the tussle we had a few months ago.
"May I sit?" he asks.
I motion for him to go ahead and he chooses a seat on the sofa. I lean against the arm of the chair across from him.
"Could you sit down please?"
"I'd rather not," I answer.
"Paige I didn't come over here to fight."
"Why are you here?" I question.
"I came to make peace."
"Peace?"
"Yes."
I don't say anything. I allow him the space and time to tell me what he came here to say.
"I know things have been fucked up between us lately," he opens with.
I scoff at he's minimization of the ever growing schism that has persisted between us.
"And I want to deeply and sincerely apologize for my part in that. I had no right to place you in the position I did with regards to Emily and I. I claim to have loved both of you, but instead acted like a selfish dick. I can't even begin to make up for that, but I hope some way that you can find it in your heart to forgive me."
"Are you dying or something?" I ask seriously.
"No. Why would you ask me something like that?"
"Because I'm flabbergasted with this sudden need to atone for all of your past transgressions," I explain.
"I've had a lot of time alone to think. And to put it simply, I miss you Paige. You've always been more than a cousin to me. I let pride and ego and a bevy of other foolish things get in the way of that. I have all this attention and notoriety and, don't get me wrong, it's great. But it's fleeting and when it's over I still want somebody who really knows me and really cares to be on the other side."
Ben never ceases to surprise me. This is a far cry from the Ben I had a confrontation with only months ago. He's starting to look more and more like the cousin I've grown to know and love.
"I heard about you and Emily," he interjects.
"Ben,"
"Paige, I'm genuinely happy for the two of you. For lack of a better term, the best man won. You have my blessing."
"Not that I was looking for it, but thanks I guess."
He regards me for a moment before he stands to take his leave.
"Do you think we can ever get back to the way we used to be?" he asks.
"I don't know Ben. A lot of hurtful things have transpired."
"I know that. I'm not talking about tomorrow, but maybe over time. Don't completely write the idea off. At least think about ok?" he pleads.
"Sure," I answer.
He pulls me into an awkward hug. At first I resist,but then I'm consumed with an overwhelming feeling of something I can't really explain. Maybe it's relief. Whatever it is cause me to return my cousins hug with equal enthusiasm. I close the door behind him and just like that, I feel a piece of my puzzle slide into place.
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After my conversation with Ben, I have a renewed sense of determination. As I took my final, I had I wave of confidence I didn't previously feel wash over me. This good feeling has continued on for the last few days now. I'm walking across campus,back to my apartment, with an added bounce in my step. I unlock my door to find Emily deeply engrossed in a book. She's so riveted by it, that she didn't hear me come in.
"Hey sweetheart," I call out.
My sudden intrusion causes her to jump and she makes a move to hide her book.
"Whatcha reading?" I ask.
"Nothing," she replies casually.
"If it's nothing, them why are you so keen on hiding it?" I inquire.
A look of defeat crashes over her face while she offers up the tome in question.
"The Whole Lesbian Sex Book," I raise a brow as I read the whole title out loud.
She blushes something serious and I think it's about the cutest thing I've ever seen. She looks like she's trying to come up with a plausible explanation. I wait expectantly as I see a myriad of scenarios play across her eyes.
"Where did you even get this?" I ask
"You can get anything on Amazon," she states matter of factly.
"And you felt the need to do some homework before the big test?" I tease.
"Your not the only one afraid of being inadequate okay," she's says timidly.
The taunt I had ready falls lifeless on my tongue. I sit don't next to her and pull her close.
"I've never told you this before, but Ben and I had issues when it came to our physical intimacy. I think that it attributed to his need to stray and I don't want to go through the same thing with you."
"Emily, do you have any idea how much I love you? How much I desire you? What the sight of you, hell the mere thought of you does to me? You don't ever have to worry about me straying. You have always been and will always be more than enough for me," I say.
I see tears well up in her eyes at my confession.
"I just want our first time to be perfect. Even more so now that I know I'm the only person you will have ever been with. I want to make sure I can please you," she explains.
"I want you to make a deal with me. Let's stop putting so much pressure on ourselves. When the time comes, lets promise to be in the moment and just go with the flow. Even if it's completely awful it'll still be one of the greatest experiences in my life because it's with you," I explain.
She turns and gives me the softest, sweetest kiss.
"Baby I love you so much. Thank you," she whispers.
"You don't have to thank me. It's all part of me loving you."
"Still, thank you all the same. So tell me about your day," she says.
"You'll never believe who stopped by to see me."
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I feel remarkable freer after my talk with Emily. It's like slowly but surely all the miscellaneous things in my life are starting to come together to complete my picture. I stroll into The Natatorium for a mid day swim. I'm been trying my best to match Emily's swimming regimen. I want to support her in anyway that I can. What better way to make sure she shines than to be apart of the relay team. I'm humming along to the music blasting in my earbuds. Life has been going so great lately. I don't think that there's anything that can dispel my mood. I enter the locker room and change into my suit. I make my way to the pool and find that it's already occupied by Shana. Looks like I spoke too soon.
"I was just leaving," she says as she gets out.
"Shana can you hold up a second?" I ask.
"For what?"
"So we can talk."
"What do you possible have to say that you haven't said to me already?"
"I'm sorry," I start.
"You've already said that. Repeatedly," she says.
"I know but I'm going to keep saying it until you believe me. I don't want things to be awkward between us," I explain.
"Paige we are well past the awkward stage."
She waits for a beat then says,"You promised you wouldn't break my heart."
I can tell that she's pissed off, but more than anything, she's hurt. I'm at a loss of what to say to her.
"I'm sorry," I reiterate.
"Could you stop apologizing. Tell me this, do you love her?"
"With every fiber of my being," I answer honestly.
"Then I can't fault you for following your heart. Am I pissed off? Hell yes, but I'm a big girl and I'll get over it. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, and even though it pains me to say it, I know she'll make you happy," she says sincerely.
I open my mouth to speak, but Shana waves me off.
"Let's just focus on kicking ass in the swimming pool. It is what it is in regards to everything else," Shana says.
She grabs her towel and heads to the locker room. I don't like how that conversation went down, but it was very necessary. I guess it could be considered some closure between us. Just like that, another puzzle piece has slotted into place.
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I wake up to an empty bed on Christmas Eve morning. I went to sleep next to the most gorgeous woman alive and expected her to be there when I woke up. What I find in her place is a note explain that she had some errands to run and that she'll meet me back here later tonight. I'm now faced with the task of keeping myself preoccupied until then. I spend a little time tidying up the place. Then I send out e-mails to family and friends wishing then happy holidays. I preview some of the courses I might be interested in next semester and turn over in my mind how I'm going to break the news to my dad. I don't let it exasperate me too much. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. After I've done all I can do indoors, I wrap up and decide to brave the great outdoors. Even though I've been at Penn for a semester now, I've never been able to enjoy all the amenities that campus has to offer. Between classes, swimming and life in general, I haven't been afford much down time. I step outside and marvel at the beauty that is winter time in the Northeast. The snow has just freshly fallen, and with campus nearly a ghost town, it's still pristine. I stroll with no particular destination and contemplate all the drastic changes that have happened over the last three and a half months. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagine my life being in the place it is now. My aimless wandering and silent musings have led me to my favorite coffee shop. I head inside for a little respite from the cold. I order my usual and find a cosy spot to lose myself in my book for a few hours. I'm knee deep in the woes of Heathcliff and Catherine when I feel my phone buzz. I glance to see who could be interrupting my leisurely afternoon. The answer has my heart leaping for joy.
"Spencer is that you?" I answer.
"Hello Paige. How are you?"
"Infinitely better now that I'm talking to you. How's everything going?"
"Good. My therapy sessions have been drastically cut back. My doctor says that I'm recovering extremely well."
"That's so good to hear. I'm glad that you're on the mend."
"That's actually why I called. First I want to say thank you Paige."
"Thank me for what? I haven't done anything."
"On the contrary. If it hadn't been for your constant contact, I might not have recovered so quickly. The emails, phone calls, texts, Skyping. My doctor said its what made the difference. Not to mention the fact that you saved my life."
"I shouldn't be commended for that. I should've seen the signs long before that night happened."
"Paige what happened was nobody's fault but my own. When are you going to realize that you're not responsible for the well being of everyone?"
I'm stunned by her last statement. How did she know that I've been struggling with this very thing?
"I just wanted to tell you thank you for being a good friend."
"It's my pleasure Spencer."
We chat a little more and make plans for our next call before we hang up. Instantly, I feel another piece of my puzzle slide into place.
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Emily and I have been texting back and forth all day. They've mostly been sappy and cute, but all of them have been explicit in her desire for me not to return home until she says it's okay. I've been able to keep myself preoccupied for the most part, but after my talk with Spencer, Im left to wondering what she possible could be up to. I don't have to wonder for long, cause my phone buzzes from an incoming text.
Meet you at the apartment in 15.
I pack up my things and brave the cold one more time. It's awfully quiet in my building and I'm starting to realize how alone Emily and I really are. I can hear the faint sound of something when I put my key in the lock, but can't quite make out what it is. I open the door and find my apartment has been transformed. Icicle Christmas lights are hanging all over the living room. There's soft music playing in the background. Emily has pushed all of the furniture to one side and has laid out a plush blanket for us. On the blanket is a picnic basket. I also see a bottle of something bubbly and two glasses off to the side. She's looking delicious as ever lounge on the blanket, just beckoning me closer.
"Merry Christmas Eve baby," she announces.
I unwrap myself and join her on the floor. I kiss her hello and she smiles so brightly that my chill from a moment ago is instantly gone.
"What is all of this?" I ask her.
"Since we're both away from our families this year, I wanted to do something special for us. Besides, it's our first Christmas Eve together. I want it to be a memorable one," she explains.
"Em you didn't have to do this."
"But I wanted to."
She starts to unpack the goodies and I realize that I haven't eaten since earlier today. My stomach sounds it's protest. We both laugh at the sound.
"Sounds like somebody is hungry," Emily teases.
"That I am."
"Well let's get my baby fed then."
We share an enjoyable meal together. Emily seems to have paid attention to every little detail. There's an assortment of so many of my favorite foods. After our appetites have been satiated, we lounge and luxuriate in each other's presence.
"I see that you have some libations of the sparkly variety," I hint.
"I do. Would you care to partake?"
"I would," I answer her.
She pours a glass and hands it to me. She then proceeds to pour a glass for herself.
"Baby before we toast, I have something for you," she says.
She roots around in the picnic basket and present me with a small, elegantly wrapped box.
"Open it," she says.
I unwrap my gift. There's definitely jewelry inside from the shape of it. I open the box to find a simple, gold, heart shaped locket. I open the locket. Engraved on one side is "E.F. + P.M." The other side says "Forever".
"For a long time now my heart has belonged to you. I might not always been able to admit it, but that doesn't make it any less true. I got you the locket because I want you to always be able to carry my heart with you."
"Emily," I murmur.
"Can I put it on you?" she asks.
"Of course."
We maneuver around so that she can place the gift around my neck. After she's fastened the clasp, she places a gentle kiss on my shoulder. She sits back down in front of me and allows me to admire the token of affection. It's looks so lovely against my skin. I'm once again over taken with feelings of love.
"I know you have your apprehensions when it comes to me and rightly so. I haven't always been the most forthcoming when it comes to you and I. But I don't ever want you doubt that I love you or how much I love you. I'm so proud to be yours. I know we haven't officially given each other 'the title', but I want to rectify that right now. So, Paige McCullers, will you be my girlfriend?"
And just like that, the final piece to my puzzle slides into place. I'm finally come to grips with why I've been so hesitant to be intimate with Emily. I've always had this fear of disappointing people. It has been instilled in me ever since I was young. I've always had this unrealistic need to be everything to everyone. I couldn't allow myself to really be with Emily, cause there was always guilt nagging at me that by being with her, I was letting people down. The fact that she used to be Ben's girlfriend and that they were supposedly meant to be. Or that I broke my promise to Shana and let her down. Even Naya got caught in the crossfire of Emily and I trying to figure our stuff out. I'm coming to realize that my guilt was self inflicted. I never set out to intentionally hurt anyone of these people. It was just an unfortunate side effect. Coming to that realization has allowed me to be free of the ghosts that have haunted me lately. There's nothing left to hold me back from her.
I'm so overcome by my emotion. Tears start to well up in my eyes and I'm almost afraid to speak.
"Of course I will," I answer.
She can barely contain her joy from my response. She practically jumps on me and showers me with kisses. I can't help but laugh at her exuberance. I lift my glass.
"To us?" I ask.
"To us," she agrees.
We both take a sip of the bubbly, fermented grape. Emily quickly discards her glass in favor of leaning in to kiss me.
"I love you so much," she whispers.
"I love you too."
She resumes kissing me deeply. I can feel myself getting lightheaded. Emily pulls back barely an inch and looks at me. I see so many things dancing in her eyes. The most prevalent is her want. We kiss again and this one is deeper and more ravenous. She stops again. She gives me a soul piercing stare as she brings her hand up to my face. She trails a finger over my brow. Then down my cheek. Then across my lips. I place a gentle kiss against it. I search her eyes and see a question in them.
"Paige," she starts.
"My answer is yes. I trust you. I want you. Most importantly, I love you. So my answer is yes."
She doesn't give me a second to reconsider before her lips are on mine. She's kissing me so softly. Like she's afraid I'll change my mind. I allow the tip of my tongue to play along her bottom lip, asking to be let in. I feel her acquiesce to the request and open her mouth wider. Our tongues start a slow, sensual dance. My hands make their way into her hair and I pull her in closer. I can feel her making her way down to open the first button on my shirt. When the button is loose, she stops kissing me to watch. I observe the wonder play across her face at each new inch of my body that is exposed. After the final button is liberated, she carefully removes my shirt. She takes a moment to lean back and admire her handy work. I can feel my pulse quicken from the lustful way her eyes caress me. It's like I can actual feel her physical touch. She extends a shaky hand out to touch me once again. She starts at my neck and moves slowly downward. She strokes over my bra, between my breast and continues to venture south. Her touch gets even lighter as her hand moves over the skin of my stomach. She throws me for a loop when she doesn't keep going down, but instead moves her hand to the small of my back. She leans in closer to me as her hand travels up my spine. When she reaches the edge of my bra, she pauses.
"Can I?" she whispers in my ear.
I shake my head yes to her request. She takes no time to unfasten it, with one hand no less, and I can't help but to chuckle.
"What?" she asks.
"Your pretty good at that."
She shrugs nonchalantly and continues towards her goal. I kiss her while she gently pushes down my straps. I maneuver my arms to help her remove it. When it's finally free, she stops to look at me again. She looks at me with a look of reverence and I can feel goosebumps forming all over my skin.
"So beautiful," she whispers.
She stands up and begins to remove her clothes. I don't know if it's intentional, but she starts the sexiest strip tease I've ever seen. She starts with her hand on the hem of her shirt. She slowly removes it and tosses it aside. Then she unbuttons her jeans and starts to shimmy out of them. The entire time her eyes don't leave mine. Her poor jeans soon join her shirt on the floor. Then she reaches around to unhook her bra. I hold my breath in anticipation of seeing Emily nearly naked again. I already know what she looks like undressed, yet this somehow feels new to me. She removes her bra as it meets the same fate as the rest of her clothing. She rejoins me on the floor and I feel a surge of nervous desire course through me.
"Lay back for me baby."
I do as she commands and she follows suit. We both moan at the exquisite sensation of our skin meshing together. I've never experienced something so sensual. I lean up to kiss her with a hungry I didn't even know I possessed. The longer we kiss, the more frantic they become. We start to slowly grind into each other. My hands are playing with the soft skin on her back. I drag my fingernails across her lower back. I run my hand over her ass and give it a gentle squeeze. She instinctually grinds a little harder into me. I moan into her mouth. This spurs her on to do it again. The need for oxygen becomes to great and I pull away from our kisses.
"Em, please touch me," I beg.
I look in her eyes and for the first time this evening, I see fear in them.
"What?"
"I've wanted you like this for so long. And now that I have you, I'm not quite sure what to do," she admits.
"Remember what I said? There's no pressure. Just go with it. Do whatever feels natural. This is about us connecting more than anything."
My response seems to be the confidence boost that she needs. She props herself up on her elbow, still half draped across me, to have better access on what she intends to do. She moves a hand to touch my breast. My eyes flutter close at the first tentative caress. Her thumb plays back and forth across my nipple a few times. My hips start to move of their own accord. I can feel the friction of my jeans pushing against me. I'm so turned on from her touch that I think I might explode before she even gets that far. My moans and whimpers seem to have emboldened her and I can feel the wet caress of her tongue take place of her thumb. She spends what feels like an eternity exploring my breast. Kissing, sucking, nibbling. Alternating back and forth between the two. I'm actually going out of my mind with the need for her to touch me. She leans far enough away from me to see my eyes again. Her hand starts to move towards the button on my jeans. When she reaches it, her hand hovers but doesn't make any further moves to open it.
"Can I?" she asks again.
"Yes. Please," I breath out.
She unbuttons it and moves to help me out of my pants and takes my panties along with them. Somewhere along the way, she has removed her own panties as well. She resumes her place propped up next to me and we start to kiss. These kisses are so different from any that we have shared thus far. The slow, languid meeting of our lips have so much more meaning behind them. We're both bare, literally and physically, and have nowhere left to hide. I'll forever remember this moment as a turning point in our relationship. Her fingers start to play with the hair line right above my center. I push my hips up a little to encourage her to touch me lower. She stops kissing me to watch my face. I'm able to keep my eyes open until the moment she makes contact. We both groan at the sensation.
"So beautiful," she murmurs again.
I'm lost in a sea of pleasure at the intimate way she's touching me. She's gently stroking my clit. Then she moves down to tease me opening, only to start the process all over again. She's working me into a frenzy and I know I'm so close to coming. There's just enough pressure to her touch to keep me going, but not enough to allow me to release. I don't know if she's doing it on purpose or not, but it's definitely working.
"Em please baby. I'm so close," I beg.
She kisses me to silence my plea. Her sex is pushed up against my thigh and I can tell she's as excited as I am. I groan again at all the sensation bombarding me. I feel like I'm on overload. She moves back to my clit and strokes it to a steady rhythm. I feel her grinding into my thigh at the same pace and know she's as close as I am. And then it hits me. The slow steady pressure that's been building up finally lets go. I feel like I'm floating somewhere beyond myself. Emily is till grinding against me and I give her kiss after kiss until she succumbs to her orgasm as well. She collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her in tight to my body. I place butterfly kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her eyes. The hormones of our afterglow have me feeling extremely emotional.
"I love you Emily."
"I love you too," she whispers.
"Forever?"
"Forever."