Alex lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, exhausted but unable to sleep. She'd had chronic insomnia for as long as she could remember, but it had only gotten worse since the divorce. Her doctor had prescribed her a sleep aid, but she didn't want to become dependent on them, so she rarely took them.

With a frustrated huff, she glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed – 12:47 AM it taunted her – and rolled onto her back. She sighed, debated taking one of the pills, but only briefly before a better idea occurred to her...

She slipped her hand past the waistband of her panties, fingers finding her clit and brushing across it.

She let out a shuddering breath, eyes falling shut as memories of what seemed a lifetime ago came flooding back.

Emily let out a shaky breath at her touch. For a few moments, she indulged, letting her eyes fall shut. But only briefly before she wrapped her fingers around Alex's wrist, halting her movement, then bringing her fingers up to her lips, laving her tongue over them, tasting herself.

Alex groaned softly. "Em..." she husked. She could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs, couldn't believe how turned on she was already.

She just chuckled softly, then pinned Alex's hands beside her head, capturing her lips as she did so. Against her lips, she murmured, "I want you on your hands and knees..."

"What?" Alex asked breathlessly. She wasn't used to such boldness, but the response the simple command elicited was powerful.

Emily smirked. "You said you've only ever been with your husband," she said, "Well, I want to show you how much better I can fuck you."

No words would form in Alex's mind, but the idea of Emily fucking her made heat course through her, wetness flood her cunt. She nodded, swallowed thickly.

"Hands and knees," Emily said again, "Now."

Alex obeyed, shifting to kneel on the bed, waiting for Emily while she slipped into the harness and slicked up the cock with lube.

"Do you want it?" Emily asked, her. "You want my dick inside you?"

Alex could do nothing but nod. "Yes," she managed to rasp. She chanced a glance over her shoulder at Emily and nearly came then and there at the sight of her stroking her cock. "Please..." What exactly she was pleading for, though, remained to be seen, the words getting lost as Emily thrust into her, hips slamming against her ass as she pushed inside to the hilt. A throaty moan fell from her lips as the cock stretched her beyond anything her husband could've ever hoped to do...

"Are you okay?" Emily asked, a note of gentle concern in her voice even as she was buried inside of her.

She nodded, unable to form words.

"Come on," Emily coaxed, "Tell me what you want..."

With a little whimper, Alex begged, "Please, Emily, fuck me."

Emily grabbed her hips and began to move, pulling all the way out and pushing back in. Alex needed more, though, and she started moving with Emily's thrusts. With a growl low in her throat, Emily tightened her grip on Alex's hips. "You're so fucking needy..." she husked, but she knew what it was that she wanted. She pounded into her until the sound of skin slapping together echoed through the room.

Each thrust of her hips drove the cock deeper and Alex's fists clenched in the sheets. "I'm close," she whined, "Em, I'm going to cum..."

In the next moment, Emily had withdrawn and Alex collapsed to the bed, gasping for air. She'd been so close to cumming and now it was ruined...

"On your back," Emily ordered. Pouting, Alex obeyed, rolling over and spreading her legs wide. In the next moment, Emily was on top of her, thrusting in and starting a punishing rhythm.

"Fuck," Alex nearly sobbed, reaching up to wrap her hands around the posts of the headboard. "Oh, God, Em...just like that!"

Emily bent down to stare into Alex's eyes as she moved inside her. She bit down on her neck, making her cry out, then travelled down to her breast.

Alex combed her hands through Emily's hair, holding her in place as she grazed her teeth and tongue across her nipple. She bucked her hips in time with Emily's thrusts.

"You feel so good," Emily purred. "I want you to cum, Alex. Cum for me..."

Alex let out a shuddering breath. "Please... Fuck, I'm going to cum... Your cock is going to make me cum. I want you to cum with me."

Emily reached her peak first, still pumping into her. She reached between them to rub Alex' clit and almost immediately, she came with a cry.

Alex came with a muffled gasp, her hand clapped over her mouth, her fingers still slipping over her clit as aftershocks coursed through her. She was trembling slightly as her breath hitched in her throat. Sweat beaded along her forehead, making her hair stick to her skin and she had to reach up to brush it out of her eyes.

As her heart rate slowly returned to normal, her mind began to catch up with the situation, the realization of what she'd just done hitting her: she'd just cum while thinking about Emily.

Was it wrong to think about someone you weren't dating while touching yourself? She didn't make it a habit, per se, but that one night with Emily was singularly the only sexual experience she'd had that elicited any sort of arousal in her...

Besides, it wasn't as if the experience had been one-sided. Neither was it purely sexual – at least, not for Alex... She wanted more than just a memory with Emily, she wanted a relationship, wanted everything.

But she wanted Emily to be okay more than anything else.

And right now, she just wasn't sure that she was...and it wasn't really her place to say so. She wasn't sure that Emily would have listened even if it was. Wasn't sure Emily would listen to anyone at all.