Chapter
Emily was feeling a bit of deja-vu as, for the second time in a month, she stood in a hotel lobby, listening to Coach Fulton read of room assignments. She was filled with the same nervous anticipation as last time, apprehensive about who she might get paired with. Only this time, when Coach read out her and Paige's names, it wasn't uncertainty or dismay she was feeling. A thrill coursed through her, and she struggled to keep her face impassive as she moved forward to accept the keys. Only a small smile breaking out on her lips, as she stepped past Vicky, who nudged her with her elbow and gave her a wink.
It was a far cry from the impassive stares she'd gotten the last time the team had been at an away meet. Relations had improved over the past few weeks, whether it was her teammates finally accepting her, or Emily finally relaxing and no longer feeling defensive around them, she wasn't sure. All she knew was it was a nice change. And, it almost made her feel a little guilty about the fact that she planned on spending the better part of their down time holed up in the hotel room with Paige.
Almost. There would be plenty of time during the meet, and in the post season for team bonding, but who know how many opportunities she and Paige would have to spend two full nights together, alone, without interruptions or an open door policy. It might make her a horrible team mate, but she was going to take advantage of the opportunity anyway.
And, judging by the sly smile Amanda gave her as she passed, Emily had a feeling that when they found out, the rest of her team mates would understand.
She took the room keys from Coach Fulton and stepped aside, sidling up to Paige, who was hovering on the edge of the group, having been chatting with a few of the girls. She offered Emily a smile as she approached. And to anyone who didn't know Paige as well as Emily did, she was relaxed and casual, but Emily could see the lines of tension in her body, from the set of her shoulders to her stance, to the way she kept fidgeting with the strap of her duffle bag, slung over her shoulder.
Emily hoped that it was just nervous, same as she was feeling, and not actual tension. Or apprehension.
Coach Fulton reminded them to conduct themselves appropriately, as ambassadors of their school, and dismissed them for the time being. They were late getting in, so dinner had been eaten on the road. But, Coach has agreed to a gathering at the diner across the street in a couple hours. More of a chance for the team to unwind and blow of some steam after being on the bus all day than a necessary meal. Luckily, attendance was not mandatory, so when Emily and Paige headed upstairs, it would be for the rest of the evening. They wouldn't have to make time with their team mates, feigning interest in small talk when their minds were elsewhere, as they counted down the minutes until they could excuse themselves.
Emily's stomach fluttered, and her pulse spiked as she stepped into the elevator alongside Paige, though the two of them were separated as other girls packed into the car. She shuffled in, only to realize, as the elevator began its ascent, that the jostling had actually shifted them back towards each other, and now had her nearly pressed bodily against Paige's back, the crush of bodies around them leaving her with no more than an inch of space between them. She could feel the heat radiating from her. Could smell the citrus of her shampoo. It wouldn't take much, a small shift forward and they would actually be pressed together. A subtle dip of her head, and she could drop a kiss to Paige's shoulder.
She resisted the urge, but could not stop herself from reaching out and placing her hand on the small of Paige's back as the elevator jolted to a stop on their floor, her nails lightly scratching at the skin there before falling away as they slowly shuffled forward. Paige gave no indication that she'd felt it, though Emily knew she had.
The crowd dispersed as the girls parted ways at the junction in the hallway, heading in three separate directions towards their rooms. Emily and Paige headed left, along with a few other girls, all of them comparing the numbers on the doors to the numbers on their key cards. One by one, the other girls found their rooms, until it was just Emily and Paige trekking down the seemingly endless hallway until, finally, they reached their room, the last one at the end of the hallway. A good twelve or so rooms away from anyone else on the team.
Emily fumbled the key on the first try, sliding it into the slot and pulling it out to quickly, before the light had a chance to turn green. She growled, and Paige chuckled, as she tried again, turning the handle with more force than necessary when the light turned green. She pushed her way into the room, reaching for the light switch on the wall as she moved through the space, taking it all in.
It looked like any other hotel room, two beds, a dresser, a television. Just like the last room, it was unremarkable in its appearance, though Emily knew she would never forget it. Every detail of this room would be burned into her memory from now on.
She tossed her duffle bag onto the end of the bed closest to the door and kicked off her shoes as Paige trailed her into the room. The door falling shut behind her, and the lock turning in place with a final sounding snick that sent a shiver up Emily's spine.
"So, how do we do this?" Paige asked, dropping her bag on the bed beside Emily's, and dumping her coat on top of it. "Do we just…." She trailed off as she tugged at the belt on her jeans, fingers fumbling with the buckle.
"Hey, whoa. Easy." Emily gently pulled Paige's hand away from their task, and laced their fingers together. "There's no rush."
Paige's cheeks flamed red and she ducked her head, muttering an apology.
"No. Don't be sorry." Emily tipped her head up by her chin, and brushed a chaste kiss against her lips. "Just, relax, okay?"
Paige took a deep, steadying breath, and nodded.
"Why don't we get ready for bed, put on a movie and just…see where it takes us okay?"
As much as she wanted this to happen, she didn't want it to happen under pressure. There was a lot of build up to this moment. Sure, most of it was probably all in her head, but this was Paige's first time. And even though Emily was no longer a virgin, it was her first time with Paige. That was something special in its right, no matter how many partners she may or may not have had before. She just wanted the night to go well. To be special. That wouldn't happen if they were both on edge. And she was nervous enough as it was, without taking into account Paige's nerves.
"Right. Okay." Paige's head bobbed a few times in a nod.
"You want to use the bathroom first?"
Again, Paige nodded, then grabbed her bag and headed for the bathroom. While she was gone, Emily glanced around the room, suddenly at a loss. With nothing to distract her, her mind was free to wander. To fret, and worry and…fantasize. Beyond that door, Paige was getting undressed, she was stripping off her jeans and t-shirt, her bra. She'd probably stand in front of the mirror for a minute, calming her nerves, psyching herself up. Then she'd peel them off, leaving her completely naked.
Emily's heart stuttered at the thought of Paige, on the other side of the door, wearing nothing. She paced the room, feeling shaky, as, in her mind's eye, she tracked the rest of Paige's progress, imaging her pulling on her sleep clothes, something loose and comfy, before she brushed out her hair, maybe pulled it back into a ponytail, then washed her face, leaning low over the sink as water dripped off her skin, wetting tendrils of hair surrounding her face and trailing down her neck, patting herself dry and then moving on to the next task. Knowing, all the while that, when Paige was finished, she was going to step out of that room and she and Emily were going to….
It was almost too much to envision. Her thoughts reduced to flashes, soft, heated skin, damp, salty sweat, lips tasting, fingers trailing. She was hit with a wave of arousal so strong it made her knees weak, and had to lean against the dresser for balance for a moment before returning to pacing.
She'd made it to the window, and had just parted the curtain to peer outside when the bathroom door opened with a whoosh. She spun around, her breath catching in her throat as Paige stepped into the room dressed in a pair of plaid boxers and a ribbed tank top. The shorts highlighted the length of her legs, which seemingly went on forever, all smooth, unmarred skin and toned, supple muscle. And the shirt clung to her like a second skin, making it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. Emily had to force her gaze up, so she was staring into Paige's eyes, and not at her body. She sat down heavily on the bed, as her breath left her with a whoosh.
"Is this all right?" Paige asked, tugging at the hem of her shirt, fingers playing with the material. "It occurred to me as I was packing last night that maybe I should have got something special. Like, lingerie, or something? I don't know. I wouldn't have the first clue as to where to even go, for something like that. And, even if I did-"
"What you're wearing is perfect."
Emily had no doubt that Paige would look stunning in something lacy, and sheer. And, maybe that was something they could explore another day. But, what she was wearing right now was definitely having an effect on Emily. She had to swallow hard, twice to clear her throat enough to speak. And, she couldn't keep her eyes off her. Couldn't wait to get her hands on her. There was something so very Paige, about the outfit.
And, it's not like the clothes were going to remain on for very long anyway. It was a sleazy thing to think though, so she didn't say it.
Paige looked dubious, one eyebrow going up, as she gave the shirt another tug.
"I promise." Emily snagged Paige's wrists and pulled her to stand in front of her. "You look very sexy."
Paige snorted. "You're already getting laid tonight, Fields. You don't have to lay it on so thick."
Emily huffed a laugh, and tugged on Paige's wrists, using them to pull herself to her feet. "I'm going to go get changed."
"Right. I'll just get comfy." Paige flopped down onto the bed, wiggling up it until she was propped up against the pillows. "Ooh. Cozy." She snuggled down into their softness and let out a huge, loud yawn.
"Not too comfy. I don't want you falling asleep while I'm in there."
"Better hurry up then."
Even though Emily knew Paige was only joking, she quickened her pace as she strode into the bathroom, just barely remembering to grab her bag, with its change of clothes and all her toiletries, before stepping into the bathroom. She shut the door and propped her bag on the edge of the tub, hearing the tv go on in the background as she began to root around in it for a change of clothes.
It was probably the quickest Emily had ever gotten changed, or ready for bed, throwing on a long, jersey style top that came to the top of her thighs, and nothing else. She pulled her hair up into a loose bun, splashed some water on her face, and brushed her teeth quickly.
Before exiting the bathroom however, she paused, taking in her reflection in the mirror. Despite her words to Paige, which she had meant, 100%, she wondered if she shouldn't put a little more effort into her appearance.
The fact that their first time was going to be in a cheap hotel room was negated by the fact that they were essentially on a romantic weekend away. Ignoring the several hours each day they would be spending at the pool, surrounded by dozens of other teams, and a bleacher full of spectators. The evenings, and mornings would be theirs, for making love, cuddling, falling asleep together and waking up in each other's arms. Considering this was their first time, and Emily was the more experienced of the two, didn't that mean that she should have done something to make it more special?
Maybe she should have gone out and bought something lacy, and sheer. Quickly she dismissed that notion. This weekend was special because they loved each other, and they were going to spend it together. They didn't need all the trappings. At least, not this time. She was sure there would be opportunities for lingerie, and all that other stuff.
Confidence boosted, she turned the knob and stepped out into the room. Her eyes immediately fell on Paige, who was stretched out on the bed, propped up somewhat by the pillows, arms tucked up behind her head, legs splayed.
When the door opened, she raised her gaze and shot Emily a heated look that made her mouth go dry. She crossed the short distance between them on legs that suddenly felt like jelly. Any semblance of grace under pressure gone as she all but toppled forward onto the mattress when her knees hit the edge. She crawled slowly up the bed towards Paige. Their eyes locking as she made her approach, Paige's growing wider, and darker, with every inch of her advance. She stopped when she was hovering over Paige, and held her gaze, before dipping her head and brushing a soft, fleeting kiss against Paige's lips, before settling back on her knees, straddling her waist. She stroked a hand across Paige's stomach before sliding it up, between the valley of her breasts, to rest on the flat her chest.
"Paige?"
"Yeah?"
"Breathe."
The air left Paige's lungs in a whoosh, before she sucked in a short, ragged, breath, coughing lightly, before her chest began to rise and fall in a regular, if not rapid, rhythm.
"Relax," she said, stroking along Paige's collarbone. "You're not going to enjoy this if you don't."
Paige nodded solemnly.
"I mean it, sweetie."
"I'm sorry. I'm trying. I'm just..."
"It's okay to be nervous. I am too."
Paige's face seemed to brighten at the admission. "You are?"
"Of course I am. It's our first time. It's nerve wracking."
Paige let out a sigh. "Oh, thank God. I thought it was it was just me."
"What do you have to be nervous about?" Emily teased, a smile playing at her lips. "It's your first time, nobody's ever expected to be good their first time out. Now, me on the other hand. I'm-"
"What, an old pro?" Paige's lips quirked up in a grin, and Emily feigned offence.
"Rude."
"Hey, you started it." Paige's grin quickly faded. "What if I am though? Bad at it? You said so yourself. Nobody is good their first time-"
"Paige, I was joking."
"But, what if it's true?"
"It won't be."
"You don't know that."
"I do know that. Everything we've done so far, I've enjoyed. A lot," she added, giving Paige a leering grin, which made her chuckle softly. "I don't see this being any different."
"But what if, this time…"
"Then, you know what they say, practice makes perfect."
That earned her a real laugh. Emily smoothed her hands down Paige's sides.
"You okay?" All joking aside, she really did want Paige to just relax and enjoy this. She wasn't concerned about whether or not Paige would be good at it. Mostly because, all evidence indicated that she would catch on quick. In all of their previous encounters, Emily had never been left wanting, or unsatisfied. Her libido was ultimately thwarted, but not because of any lack of skill on Paige's part. She had enjoyed every aspect of what they'd done so far. But also, tonight was more about sharing this experience with Paige than anything else. If it wasn't perfect, that only left them room to grown and explore.
Paige was quiet for a long moment, before nodding. "Will it hurt? I've heard that it hurts."
Emily's own first time had not been painful. For her, it had been more of a feeling of discomfort, her body unused to, and needing a few moments to adapt to the sensation of being penetrated. But, her arousal had very quickly overridden anything else.
"I don't know," she said, giving Paige a sympathetic smile, wishing that she had a definite answer for her. "But, I'll go slow. And, if you want me to stop at any time, just let me know. Okay?"
Paige nodded. "Okay. I think I'm ready now."
Emily smiled softly down at her, before leaning in to kiss her. She kept it slow, and sweet. Gently deepening, as she felt Paige relaxing into it. She ran her tongue along Paige's bottom lip before easing past it, coaxing her further into the kiss. Paige slowly melted into it, humming softly in the back of her throat, and sliding her tongue into Emily's mouth in response. Her hands slid out from behind her head to rest on Emily's shoulders, before sliding to cup the back of her neck, eventually ending up tangled in her hair. Her nails scratched lightly against Emily's scalp as her lips parted further and she began to return the kiss in earnest.
Paige's grip in her hair loosened her bun, her fingers slipping with it as it unfurled, falling into a soft curtain around them. Her hands slid around to Emily's front, cupping and kneading her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. They both moaned lowly at the contact, and Emily's hips shifted restlessly above her. She wondered if Paige could feel her ever growing wetness through the fabric of her shorts. She could definitely feel the heat of Paige's center, pressed against her leg.
Sparks flared across Emily's vision, as Paige began to pinch and tug at her nipples. Her breath caught in her throat and reluctantly she pulled her mouth away from Paige's in an attempt to draw air into her lungs. Her head dropped down to rest against Paige's shoulder, her gasps inordinately loud in the otherwise quiet room. As were low moans that tore from her throat, as Paige dipped her head and sucked lightly on her neck.
She managed a few shallow breaths of air before turning her head and pressing her lips to the side of Paige's neck, nipping and licking a path down. Paige's skin was hot against her lips, and damp with sweat, the somewhat salty taste making her tongue tingle, and she hummed against her neck, eagerly lapping it up.
Paige shuddered beneath her, her hands sliding further down Emily's body to rest on her ass. A strangled sound of surprise tore from her throat as her fingers slipped beneath the hem of Emily's shirt and landed in bare skin. The realization that Emily wasn't wearing any underwear hitting her like a jolt. Emily chuckled softly against Paige's throat before swirling her tongue through the little hollow there, feeling Paige's pulse jump beneath her touch.
Paige's fingers kneaded her skin, and she used her grip to shift Emily's position over her, finding friction on her thigh, and driving her own leg up between Emily's. Their skin slid wetly together, Paige having soaked through her shorts, and Emily having nothing to soak through. Arousal spiked through her, heating her skin from the inside out, and a fresh wave of wetness formed between her legs. She let out a low groan, and panted softly against Paige's neck, her earlier ministrations forgotten for a moment as Paige rocked up into her.
Paige let out a whimper, and a sigh, her fingers clenching convulsively.
She pressed her lips against Paige's skin soft, feathery kisses, until she regained her senses, and her kisses grew deeper, and began travelling across the flat of Paige's chest. She slid her hands down Paige's sides and tugged at the hem of Paige's tank top, pulling it up her body, dipping her head as she did to press her lips to every inch of skin as it was revealed to her.
Paige's abdomen was rigid, the muscles standing out in stark relief, and rippling with tension. Emily traced her tongue along them, before raising her head to remind Paige to breathe.
Paige's chuckle sounded like more of a wheeze, but she complied, her chest billowing as she drew air into her lungs. Emily watched the expansion and contraction a few times, assuring that Paige wasn't about to pass out on her from lack of oxygen, before tugging the shirt over her head, and resuming her path upwards. She kissed her way along Paige's ribs, and around the underside of her breast, tipping her head to swirl her tongue around it, dragging the flat of her tongue across the peak of Paige's nipple. Paige's hips shot up off the bed and she moaned Emily's name.
"Oh, God," she panted, her head pressing back into the pillow as she thrusted her chest up towards Emily's eager, waiting mouth. "Em."
Emily sucked, hard, and lathed with her tongue, not caring about bruising, because this was a spot that nobody else was going to see. And, with the meet tomorrow, where they would both be in their suits for the better part of the day, there weren't too many spots where she could leave her mark.
Paige's hands slid up her sides, dragging her shirt up with it. The lightweight material suddenly feeling heavy and constricting as it bunched against her skin. Before Paige's hands could get to what she knew to be their destination, Emily reluctantly tore her mouth away from Paige's breasts and rose to kneel astride her, so she could slip the top off over her head, tossing it behind her without a single thought to where it might land.
She caught Paige's gaze as it fell on her newly bared breasts, before flicking down between her legs, and then back up again, landing somewhere on the ceiling above their heads.
"You can look, you know," she said gently, biting her lip to hold back a laugh. Paige was just too adorable sometimes.
Paige's gaze slowly lowered. Emily could feel the heat of it, as it traveled down the length of her body. She watched Paige's face, amused by the way her eyes widened, going a little glassy, as they stared at her breasts for a good minute, before continuing down. She could tell the moment they fell on the space between her thighs by the way her breath hitched, and she gulped audibly. Her already flushed cheeks grew even redder. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then slowly, opened them back up again.
Yep, way too adorable.
Her fingers twitched, where they had come to rest on her thighs, inching upwards, before falling still again.
"And, you can touch," she added, her voice dropping into an unintentional husk. Her stomach fluttered and her walls clenched at just the thought.
Paige slid her hands up the outside of Emily's thighs, her whole body shifting as she took a deep, steadying breath. Emily mirrored the action, as one hand dropped down to rest between her legs. A hot, buzzing sensation coursed through her as, slowly, Paige's hand drifted closer to her center. Her hips canted forward in anticipation, and she took a breath, and held it, as one tentative finger, made contact with her center for the first time. She slid her finger along Emily's length, lightly dragging it through the wetness, just barely grazing against her. Paige's touch was light, but it was enough to force the air from her lungs with a whoosh.
Paige's eyes widened, her expression somewhat dazed, as she watched her finger glide through Emily's wetness, a soft, smile playing on slightly parted lips. Her touch was more experimental than purposeful, but that did little to ease Emily's intense arousal. She fingered Emily's clit, pressing and rubbing it, pressure and speed changing at random. The lack of rhythm driving Emily a little crazy, and catching her breathless every time she changed her tactic. Then, with no warning, she slid her finger away, sliding it along Emily's length, entering her shallowly. Just enough to taunt, to tease. Emily's walls fluttered, trying to draw her in further, tension coiling in her stomach. Only to have Paige to return to Emily's clit, circling and rubbing against it.
It was an awkward angle, Paige's wrist had to be hurting, but she appeared undeterred, continuing her ministrations with a focused, almost reverent, determination. What she lacked in skill, she made up for in enthusiasm.
Emily's orgasm took her by surprise, the slowly growing tension finally releasing in a series of shuddering waves. Thought not forceful by any means, it was enough to leave her breathless, and she gasped, Paige's name falling from her lips in a strangled cry. The sound causing the other girl to look up at her, alarm, then astonishment crossing her features.
"Did you just….?" Her cheeks and chest flaring red.
Emily nodded, a little breathless, otherwise, she would probably have teased Paige about the fact that she could bring Emily to orgasm, but couldn't actually say it.
"Wow." Her eyes shone, and her tone was awed.
"I think that's supposed to be my line," Emily rasped, then let out a gasp as Paige's finger pressed firmly against her clit once again, rubbing back and forth rapidly. "Oh. God." She fell forward, unbalanced by the unexpected motion, and her hips rocked towards Paige's hand, her finger sliding up and into Emily.
She gasped at the sudden penetration, and her walls fluttered around Paige's finger, which stilled inside her, the other girl letting out a soft sound of surprise at the position she had suddenly found herself in. She braced herself against the mattress beside Paige's head, holding her hips as still as she could, under the circumstances, resisting the urge to just drive herself down onto Paige's finger, waiting for the other girl to start to move. After a few excruciating seconds, Paige curled her finger and began to pump in and out of her. She was still sensitive from her first orgasm, but she could feel herself starting to clench around Paige's finger, tension coiling low in her belly once again.
Her head dropped to Paige's shoulder and she rolled her hips down towards the touch, groaning lowly at Paige's slow, deliberate pace. She panted against the side of Paige's neck, unable to catch her breath. Her skin felt hot, and tight, like she was burning from the inside out. A low buzzing filled her head as a second orgasm ripple through her.
Her arms trembled, and then gave, no longer able to hold her up, and she collapsed against Paige with a groan, burying her face in the side of Paige's neck as she struggled to regain control of her breathing.
Paige's hand was trapped at an awkward angle between their bodies, but instead of protesting, she twitched her fingers, seeking out Emily's clit once again. Huffing out a laugh, reached down and tugged at her wrist, removing it from between her legs. She had a feeling that, if given the opportunity, Paige would spend the whole night enthusiastically fingering her. And, while she wasn't against the idea, exactly, she had more than that in mind.
"What's the matter? Didn't you like-"
Emily raised her head, and placed a pacifying kiss on Paige's lips, unapologetically cutting her off in the process. "Nothing's the matter," she promised. "I loved it. It's just, I don't think I can take anymore," she admitted. The space between her legs was throbbing, and tingling. She was pretty sure another orgasm right now might actually kill her. Though, what a way to go. "Besides, you know there's more to it than that, right?"
"You mean like….oral?" Paige gulped. "I don't know if I'm ready to…"
Emily bit back a chuckle. "That's certainly part of it," she acknowledged. "But, that's not what I meant." She pushed herself up into a sitting position, so she could look Paige in the eye. Though, as soon as she'd shifted, Paige's gaze travelled somewhere a little further south than her face.
If it were anyone else, Emily would probably have felt self-conscious, being completely naked, and so openly appraised. But, not with Paige. Not with the way her eyes traveled over Emily's form with a perfect mixture of lust, and affection. Maybe it was narcissistic, but Emily would never get tired of the way Paige looked at her body, so full of reverence and wonder. Though, to be fair, Emily wasn't faring much better, her eyes playing over Paige's abs and torso, unable to keep her gaze away from her toned, taunt abs, and her smooth, perky breasts. It was hard to keep her focus, when Paige was half naked beneath her like this, the only thing separating their centers from sliding together was a flimsy pair of cotton boxer shorts.
"I'm not expecting anything," she clarified, unable to keep herself from reaching out and sliding her hands across Paige's stomach. "But, I was talking about you. What you did felt amazing. And, now I want to make you feel…." She trailed off, letting her actions speak for her instead, leaning down to kiss Paige deeply, her tongue probing into her mouth as her hands slipped down between to grip the waistband of Paige's shorts. She gave them a gentle tug, asking if she could remove them, and Paige lifted her hips, giving her room to pull them down. She tossed them aside, her interest in them gone as soon as they were no longer standing between herself and Paige. She slid her hand up the inside of Paige's thigh, nails scratching lightly at the skin, feeling the heat of Paige's arousal as she grew closer to the apex between her legs.
Paige moaned, and shifted beneath her, spreading her legs, and canting her hips towards Emily's touch. Her hands gripped at Emily's shoulders, fingers digging in, nails probably leaving crescent shaped marks against her skin, but Emily paid that no mind, as she her hand reached its destination and she cupped Paige's center, kneading gently. The heel of her palm grazed lightly against Paige's clit, making her hips jump. She grazed one finger along the length of Paige's entrance, not entering her yet, just stroking, up and down, lightly. Her finger slid easily through the abundant wetness, and she yearned to be inside the soft, silky heat that it promised. But, she took her time, stroking her, getting a little deeper with each pass, but not fully entering her. She wasn't teasing Paige, as much as she was working her up slowly. Giving her time to adjust to the feeling of Emily's finger pressing against her walls, letting her enjoy the sensation of her walls fluttering and contracting, seeking further, firmer contact.
Paige groaned into her mouth, and then her head fell back, pressing into the pillow as her hips rolled up, towards her touch and she spread her legs further apart.
Emily sucked in a couple of ragged breaths, and then began kissing her way down Paige's body. She nipped and sucked at her neck, being careful not to leave a mark, and then worked her way down her torso, having a little less care, as she reached the areas that would be covered by Paige's suit. She licked the beads of sweat from the skin between her breasts, then turned her attention to a hard, pebbled nipple, taking it gently between her teeth, and tugging lightly, before flicking her tongue across it.
Paige writhed beneath her, one hand clutching at the pillow beneath her head, the other digging into Emily's shoulder, fingernails likely leaving indentations in her skin. She arched up off the bed, towards the touch, breathing raggedly.
Emily flicked her tongue across the nipple a few times before releasing it with a pop, and turning her attention to Paige's other breast, giving it the same treatment. When Paige was squirming beneath her, and moaning incoherently, Emily dragging her lips down Paige's torso, tracing her tongue along the dips and ridges of her abdomen. She felt the muscles jump under her touch, and lapped up the sweat beaded between them, licking her lips as they tingled from the heat and salt of her skin. She swirled her tongue around Paige's naval, and then shifted lower, turning her head to nip softly against her hip bone, feeling Paige's hips jerk towards her touch and a gush of wetness flow against her already soaked finger. She worried the soft skin between her teeth, sucking on it lightly, leaving the faintest of marks, before following the line of Paige's hip with her lips and tongue, tracing the crease of her thigh, making Paige twitch, and then tense, her body going rigid beneath Emily.
"Em…" Her voice was somewhere between a whine and a moan.
She could smell the heady sent of Paige's arousal, it invaded her nostrils with every inhale, a tangy, musty scent that lingered on her tongue, despite not having gotten a taste yet.
She slid the rest of the way down, positioning herself between Paige's legs, draping her free hand across Paige's stomach to hold her down as she readied herself for that first taste. Paige's stomach quivered beneath her hand. The room suddenly fell silent as Paige caught, and held a breath, her body tight in anticipation. She circled Paige's clit with her finger one last time, before pulling her hand away, curling it around Paige's thigh, as she dipped her head and lapped her tongue along Paige's length. She moaned lowly at the taste, which was sweeter than she had anticipated. Paige's hips, predictably, shot off the bed, and she let out as strangled cry. Emily did her best to hold her still, and not get dislodged, as she found her hardened clit, and swirled the tip of her tongue around it.
She had only done this a couple times before, though she had no doubt she was getting it right, from the way Paige groaned, and strained against her. She worked Paige's clit with her tongue, before lapping at her entrance once again, stroking Paige with slow, even strokes.
Paige was gasping, and writhing beneath her, hips straining forcefully towards her touch. A constant litany of curses and moans falling from her lips. Emily hoped that meant she was ready, and she raised her head, needing to see Paige, as she released her grip on Paige's hip and positioned herself at Paige's entrance.
Paige protested the loss of contact, her eyes flying open to glare at Emily accusingly, her gaze glassy and unfocused. Emily pulled herself up so she was hovering over Paige on one elbow as she slowly pushed one finger into her. She felt the heated, swollen walls pushing back against her as she slid inside, feeling them shift and flutter around her before giving way.
Suddenly, Emily felt herself engulfed in warmth and wetness. Her mind reeling as it processed the fact that she was inside Paige. It was surreal. She held herself still, allowing Paige to adjust to the feeling of Emily inside her. Only moving when she felt Paige hips start to shift restlessly, seeking out friction to go with the fullness she must be feeling. Slowly, she began to thrust in and out, keeping her gaze locked with Paige, though her girlfriend was having an increasingly hard time meeting it, her eyes glazing over, her lids growing heavy, before they fell shut altogether.
She kept her pace firm, and steady, watching Paige's brow furrow, and her eyes flutter beneath her lids. Her lips parted, and her nostrils flared as she strained up towards Emily's touch, walls clenching around her finger.
. Emily's arm strained with the effort of her movements, and yet, she was overcome with the desire to do this forever. To hang here, in this moment, with Paige for all of time, hovering over her, gazing down at her, as she chased her orgasm.
Sweat dotted Paige's forehead, dampening her hair, and rolling down her temple, and her face and chest were flushed a deep red. Her lips were swollen and slightly bruised, the skin of her chest and stomach a mottled patchwork of red against pale flesh. Her legs were spread wide, Emily's fingers buried between them, her shoulders and feet pushing down into the mattress for leverage as she thrust her hips up in a rapidly increasing frantic rhythm. It was one of the most beautiful sights Emily had ever seen.
She could feel that Paige was close, however, as the lines of tension in her body increased, her walls squeezing tighter around Emily's finger, almost choking it, as she strained to continue thrusting in and out. She thumbed her clit, pressing firmly against it, and felt Paige begin to shudder, her body bucking and twitching as her orgasm rolled over her, a strangled cry ripping from her throat, followed by a few breathless gasps.
Emily coaxed her through it, stroking her gently as she rippled with aftershocks, and then slowly pulled out.
Paige lay with her eyes closed, chest billowing as she struggled to catch her breath, head twisting back and forth on the pillow.
Emily lowered herself to lay at Paige's side, wrapping her arms around her, and stroking a soothing hand across her stomach. "Easy. I got you." She murmured calming words into her hear, as Paige slowly came down.
Paige's eyes popped open, her gaze still somewhat dazed, though shining as a grin spread across her face. "Oh, my God," she muttered. "That was….That was fucking amazing."
Paige very rarely swore, a few muttered curses here and there, but nothing so casually uttered. It was kind of hot.
Her grin was contagious, Emily found one tugging up her own lips, as she let out a soft laugh at Paige's somewhat apt description.
"I love you," she said, still grinning, practically beaming with the post-orgasmic high that was coursing through her. "Did you know that? I fucking love you."
"You mean, you love fucking me?" Emily teased, the seldom used curse slipping clumsily off her tongue.
Paige's brow furrowed, and her lips turned down in a frown for the briefest of moments before she shook her head. "No." The motion quickly turned into a nod. "Yes. That's now what I meant, but yes, yes I do."
"Me too," Emily agreed softly, to both sentiments. Paige's face lit up again, at the words, and she turned her head, leaning in for a kiss. Emily dodged her at the last minute, sitting up just in time to see Paige's wounded expression.
"I think maybe I should get a glass of water." She pushed herself into a sitting position, reluctant to be away from Paige right now, even for the short amount of time it would take for her to trek to the bathroom and fill a cup with cold water, but uncertain of how Paige would feel about tasting herself on Emily's lips when she'd so recently expressed concern about being ready to take that step. Maya had loved it, Emily herself was indifferent. It didn't turn her on, but she wasn't opposed to it either.
Realization dawned in Paige's eyes and she bit her lip, hesitating, before slowly nodding in agreement. "Yeah. Okay."
"Be right back," Emily promised, slipping from the bed. She cast around for her shirt, but didn't see it. Deciding it didn't matter, she wasn't going far. And it wasn't like Paige hadn't seen all of her already anyway, she hurried across the small space to the bathroom. Despite what they had just done, and the heat of Paige's appreciate stare on her back as she strode away, she still felt vulnerable, exposed, striding around the room completely naked.
She flicked on the light in the bathroom and unwrapped the flimsy plastic cup upturned on the counter. She filled it with cold water and swished it around in her mouth before spitting it into the sink, then took a few long swallows, emptying the glass. She hadn't realized how parched she was, until the cool water touched her tongue. Reaching for the other glass, she unwrapped it, and filled it as well for Paige. She hit the light with her elbow and made her way back out into the room.
Paige hadn't moved much, in her absence. She'd pulled the rumpled sheets and comforter up over her legs, but lay naked from the waist up against the pillows, arms crossed beneath her head, giving Emily and unobstructed view of her glorious abs and chest. She couldn't keep her eyes off them as she made her way back to the bed, nearly stubbing her toe on the edge of the footboard as she circled around it to hand Paige her glass of water, before climbing in beside her, without upending her own glass. She settled against the pillows beside Paige, downing her second glass in a few short gulps and then placing the cup on the table.
She slid down the bed, easing beneath the covers, and rolled onto her side, facing Paige, who lolled her head to the side, meeting her gaze across the pillows.
"Hey," she said softly.
"Hey." Paige leaned in, getting that kiss she'd tried for before, humming softly against her lips before pulling away, and rolling onto her side as well.
"You doing okay?" Emily felt the need to check in, what with everything that had happened tonight. Not that she had any serious doubts, but just in case Paige was feeling uncertain about anything, Emily wanted her to know she could talk to her about it, about anything.
"Absolutely perfect," Paige said resolutely.
"Yeah?" Emily couldn't help the smile that tugged her lips at that, knowing she was a huge part of why Paige felt that way.
"Yeah." Paige's smile was softer, sweeter. She draped an arm around Emily's waist, fingers tracing lightly against her back. "I love you."
"I love you too." Emily shifted closer, feeling Paige's arm slid to circle more firmly around her. She curled her hand around Paige's waist, and tangled their legs together beneath the sheets, feeling her eyes growing heavy and start to droop.
"Sweet dreams," Paige whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
It was a perfect moment, and Emily didn't want to leave it. But, she couldn't think of a better think to fall asleep to, than Paige's gentle kisses and softly whispered words.