She broke the kiss with a soft sound, then hooked one leg around Natalie’s and rolled them in a smooth motion born from years of lifting patients and stacking turf.
Natalie landed on her back with a surprised exhale, dark hair fanning across the sheets. Natalie lay beneath her in nothing but simple cotton underwear, the fabric darkened where arousal had soaked through. The sight sent fresh heat pooling between Emma’s thighs.
Emma settled between Natalie’s spread legs, elbows on either side of those narrow shoulders. Natalie’s chest rose and fell rapidly against her own, breath already shallow. Emma’s hands moved with practiced confidence—one cupped Natalie’s jaw while the other traced down her sternum. She felt Natalie’s pulse flutter at the base of her throat.
“My turn,” Emma said, voice low and rough from everything they had already shared. She kissed Natalie again, slower this time, pouring every unspoken summer into it. Her hips rocked forward once, deliberate, pressing her bare heat against the damp cotton that separated them. The friction pulled a quiet gasp from Natalie that Emma swallowed down greedily.
She trailed her mouth lower then, lips brushing the elegant line of Natalie’s collarbone, teeth grazing the sensitive spot just above her breast. One hand stayed busy between them, palm cupping the soft weight of Natalie’s breast, thumb circling the tight nipple until it pebbled harder beneath the touch.
Emma could wait no longer. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Natalie’s underwear and began to ease the fabric down those long legs, eyes never leaving Natalie’s face. She wanted to see every flicker, every micro-expression that crossed those features when she finally touched her.
Natalie’s hands came up to frame Emma’s face as the last scrap of fabric slipped free. Their gazes locked in the soft light, and for once neither of them looked away.
16
Natalie held Emma’s face between her palms as the last barrier of cotton slid down her thighs and off her ankles. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, but it did nothing to temper the heat still pulsing through her from having watched Emma come apart minutes earlier. That memory sat vivid and perfect in her body, the clench of Emma’s inner walls around her fingers, the sharp catch of breath, the way those hazel eyes had gone wide and soft at the peak. Natalie felt drunk on it. Powerful.
Emma’s gaze never wavered, her hands on Natalie’s hips with quiet possession. Natalie angled her body toward her without thought, thighs parting wider to welcome the heat radiating from Emma’s bare skin. Her own breath stayed measured, controlled, the way it always did when desire this sharp took hold. But underneath ran a current of pure want that made her wetter, made her ache.
“You have no idea how long I’ve pictured this,” Emma said, voice low and rough in a way that sent fresh slickness between Natalie’s folds.
Emma dipped her head, mouth closing over one breast, tongue circling the stiff peak with deliberate strokes. The suctionpulled a low hum from Natalie’s throat. Emma’s free hand traced down the slope of Natalie’s stomach, fingers skirting the edge of where she needed them most, teasing the sensitive crease of thigh and torso. Every touch felt intentional. Every pause stretched deliciously long.
Natalie slid one hand into Emma’s chestnut waves, gripping just tight enough to guide that mouth harder against her. The other trailed down Emma’s back, nails scraping lightly over her smooth skin.
Natalie arched up, pressing her soaked center against Emma’s stomach, seeking friction. The contact drew a shared moan that vibrated through both their chests.
Emma moved lower, mouth trailing down Natalie’s ribs and stomach. She settled between Natalie’s thighs, pressing them wider with her shoulders. The first touch of Emma’s hot mouth against her folds dragged Natalie’s head back into the pillow. That tongue, confident and thorough, licked a broad stripe from entrance to clit, savoring the taste of her. Natalie’s hips rolled up to meet it, unashamed.
Natalie forgot how to breathe. Heat bloomed low in her belly, spreading outward until her toes curled against the cool sheets. Every pass of Emma’s mouth sent sparks racing up her spine.
The wet sounds filled the quiet bedroom, intimate and filthy, and Natalie’s thighs trembled around Emma’s shoulders.
She looked down. Emma’s hazel eyes met hers, steady and dark with want. That gaze undid her more than the tongue now circling tighter.
A low sound escaped Natalie’s throat when Emma slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right. Pleasure coiled tighter, winding through every nerve. She felt exposed, seen in a way no camera or director had ever managed. This was not performance. This was surrender.
Natalie’s hips rocked up to meet each thrust, greedy now, past caring about grace.
Emma hummed against her, the vibration shooting straight to Natalie’s core. She added a third finger, stretching her fuller, and sucked harder on her clit.
Natalie’s back arched clean off the bed. The orgasm built fast and merciless, a wave she could not outrun. She tried to hold Emma’s stare but her eyes fluttered shut at the last second. The release crashed through her in rolling pulses, hips jerking, a broken moan tearing from her chest. Emma stayed with her through every shudder, tongue gentling, fingers slowing until the last tremor faded.
Natalie’s limbs felt heavy, boneless. She tugged weakly at Emma’s hair until the other woman crawled up her body and settled beside her. Their bare skin stuck together with sweat. Natalie turned her face into Emma’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent of her. Her hand found Emma’s wrist, thumb brushing over the steady pulse there. She wanted to say a hundred things. Instead she pressed a slow kiss to the soft skin beneath Emma’s ear.
Natalie’s pulse thrummed between her legs, a low insistent echo that refused to settle. She pushed up against the pillows, her back meeting the fabric headboard, and tugged Emma with her. No space for recovery. No gentle winding down. Her body already ached for more, the memory of Emma’s mouth fresh enough to make her thighs clench.
She guided Emma onto her lap, hands firm on those slim hips until Emma straddled her.
Emma’s knees sank into the mattress on either side, their centers pressed hot and slick together. The contact pulled a sharp breath from Natalie’s lungs. She felt every inch of Emma’s warmth, the faint tremble in her thighs, the way their shared wetness made sliding easy.
Emma’s hands braced on the headboard above Natalie’s shoulders. Her dark hair fell forward, framing her face, brushing Natalie’s collarbones. Those hazel eyes tracked every shift of Natalie’s body, the way they always had, reading her like a familiar script.
Natalie slid one hand up Emma’s spine, the other cupped Emma’s breast, her thumb circling the tight peak until Emma’s breath went shallow.
Emma rocked forward once, slow, deliberate, dragging her clit against Natalie’s in a slick glide that made them both gasp. The friction lit sparks behind Natalie’s eyes. She tightened her grip on Emma’s hip, encouraging the rhythm, guiding her into a steady grind.
Their breasts brushed with every roll, nipples catching and sending tiny shocks through Natalie’s chest. She tipped her head back against the headboard, eyes half-lidded, watching the flush creep across Emma’s cheeks.
