I dig through Sinclair’s crap. I have to fight back a groan of relief when I finally find his condoms.
Emma wraps her arms around my neck as I get back to her.
“Are you sure?” I whisper. It’s hard to breathe.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Are you?”
“I’m sure too.”
Her eyes flit from mine to my lips and back again. Then she carries on. I plant kisses on her cheek, her throat, and her left collarbone as she grabs the hem of my shirt. It’s all taking way too long. I lean away slightly and pull it off, then let my fingers wander over her belly and her leggings. She slips out of her sports bra and drops it on the floor by her feet.
My mouth dries as my eyes take her in. Her throat, beaded with sweat, her slender shoulders, her small, full breasts, down to her flat belly. Emma takes a step forward. When our bare chests meet, it’s perfect. Hot skin, smooth, soft skin, and all this stupid clothing that has to go. We keep on kissing, and Emma’s hands reach for my shorts. I never knew undressing each other could be such a turn-on.
We let each other go briefly to undress, and then we’re standing face-to-face in this communal shower, wearing nothing but underwear, and I’ve never felt so complete. When Emma grabs her knickers, I have to gulp. We strip off our underpants at the same time, watching each other. I’m trying to control my heavy breathing, but it’s impossible. She looks me straight in the eyes, and we face each other, stark naked. Then we take a step forward.
Emma’s hands reach for the back of my neck, mine find her face. We pause, an inch or so apart. I feel her hot breath on my lips, her eyes roam over my face, and I kiss her. It’s different this time. Long and deep. Without otherwise moving, at least until Emma pulls me closer and lets her warm hands run over my back. We gasp for breath in unison as my throbbing meets the heat of her. And then Emma moves her hands between us.
My eyelids close as I feel her fingers around my erection. My forehead sinks into hers as our hands meet.
“Wait,” I murmur, thinking of the condom. The plastic crackles; it’s all taking too long.
Emma waits until I’m looking at her again. Her fingers tremble as I feel her on my skin. But I can’t carry on until I’ve checked something.
“Have you ever...?” I begin hesitantly, because there’s no way of asking that isn’t problematic. But I have to know if she’s a virgin. Not because it matters to me, but because I want everything to happen at her pace. I want to make sure that she knows we can stop. Even now.
“Yes,” she says. “With Noah.”
I can’t say I’m relieved, but in a way, I kind of am.
“How about you?” she asks, yet I’m sure that she knows. “Grace?”
I nod silently.
“OK.”
“We don’t have to...” I say, but Emma shakes her head.
“Yes, we do, Henry,” she says, and something flickers in her eyes in the darkness as she reduces the gap between us.
Well, yes, she’s right. We have to. It’s just good to know that she sees it the same way.
I feel her hold her breath as I guide my erection toward her with my hand. When I move inside her, it feels like time’s falling apart. My hand hits the cold tiles behind her, her brow moves away from mine as she puts back her head. I feel her hands on my shoulders and suppress a gasp as she starts moving.
I force myself to hold still as Emma moves her hips gently forward and back, cautiously at first and then more determinedly. We pant at the same time as I bring my hips toward her. She groans quietly, and I do it again. And then again. Until her legs are trembling and her breath is going as fast as mine. They’re not movements anymore, they’re thrusts. Emma, who’s guiding my hands to her thighs and wrapping her legs around me as I lift her up again. My fingers slip over her skin, hers dig like claws into my shoulders as we pick up speed. It’s more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced.
It’s hard in the gentlest way, it’s deep and thrilling, and as she starts to throb around me, and the pressure builds within me, I can no longer hold back my groan. The panting sounds she’s making, her legs pulling me closer, her fingers on my skin, her hot breath on my neck, and then the pressure gets too much. I have to shut my eyes as the tremor rolls through my body.
My breath is still heavy. Her hands are roaming through my hair. I know she didn’t come when she pulls me closer and holds on tight. Her fingers stroke the nape of my neck, and her lips are gleaming red as I raise my head again. She’s looking at me with that smile in her eyes.
“Sorry,” I whisper, kissing her. Slowly and carefully.
“What for?”
“You didn’t come.” I look at her. “Or did you?”
She shakes her head ever so slightly. “It’s not so bad. It was still lovely.”
“We could...”
