The music had been exceptional as was the crowd of people there, most people leaving their table at some point to get up and enjoy the music.
And now Emily was holding the door of her apartment open for her.
Alex had felt it earlier, but now that she was alone with Emily, the tension between them was palpable. It was in the way that Emily was looking at her right now, glancing up at her as she put on some slow, sultry jazz on her phone, the smooth music coming from the speaker on the coffee table.
“I was wondering if you were as talented with other kinds of music,” Emily said as she put her phone down and held out her hand.
Alex took it, stepping towards her, sliding her arm behind her back, her other hand held out for Emily, and Alex suppressed a shudder as she slid her palm over Alex’s.
“Hm. I thought so,” Emily murmured after a few moments of them simply swaying to the music, their lips just inches apart.
Alex couldn’t say who initiated the kiss, but it hardly mattered when their lips met in a heart-stopping kiss. Alex’s hand cupped Emily’s cheek, their lips parting, and Alex felt the tug on her shirt as Emily fisted the material, bringing them even closer.
Alex moaned into the kiss, the intensity nearly flooring her. She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, lost in the kiss, their hands starting to roam, and Alex smiled into the kiss when the muscles beneath Emily’s stomach jumped as she slipped her hand underneath her top, her fingers splayed over the soft skin.
“I could kiss you all night,” Emily murmured between kisses. “But I also think I might explode.”
Alex could hear the smile in her voice, and she pulled away fully to meet Emily’s eyes. “I’m feeling the exact same way.”
“Come on,” Emily said, flashing her a smile as she slid her hand over Alex’s, their fingers intertwined, and led them down the hall to her bedroom.
9
Emily should have been nervous. It had been nearly three years since she’d slept with anyone, but as she stood beside her bed and popped open Alex’s bra, the last piece of fabric between them, her eyes wandering over her gorgeous body, she felt confident.
Emily’s hand followed her eyes, her palm flat against her chest as she leaned in to kiss Alex, her hand gliding over her breast as their lips met, and Alex sighed into the kiss, their tongues exploring.
Emily guided Alex back onto the bed, giving her a gentle push before covering her body with her own, their lips meeting again as she slipped a leg between Alex’s, bringing her thigh up to meet with Alex’s center, eliciting a throaty moan.
There was something about kissing Alex. It was leisurely yet passionate, neither of them in a rush, but that intensity was still there, and Emily continued to kiss her as her hand skimmed over Alex’s stomach and down her thigh before coming back to find her breast, her thumb swiping over her nipple, another whimper coming from Alex’s lips.
A mess of emotions ran through Emily as she deepened the kiss, one hand planted beside Alex’s head, the other teasing her breast, rolling Alex’s nipple between her fingertips until Alex broke the kiss, her voice full of desperation.
“Emily, please. I can’t. I need your fingers,” Alex said in a rush, her blond hair fanned out against Emily’s white sheets.
Emily had never felt this out of control. It was so unlike her to be in this situation in the first place, sleeping with someone she hardly knew, but the intensity of this was almost too much to process, and as she trailed her fingers up Alex’s thigh, finding the slick heat between her legs, Emily was driven by an all-consuming desire to make Alex feel amazing, to give her the best orgasm she’d ever had.
And as she parted Alex’s folds, another moan leaving Alex’s mouth, Emily entered her with two fingers, dipping her head to kiss Alex’s throat, her tongue flicking over her skin as Alex arched into her, gripping her thigh, her nails digging into Emily’s skin.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Alex panted, her cheeks flushed, her breathing ragged. “Just like that.”
Emily tilted her head to find Alex’s lips, silencing her as she found her rhythm, starting slow and building quickly, the scent of Alex’s arousal filling Emily’s senses, and it wasn’t long before Alex was arching into her, clutching Emily’s ass while she rocked back against her with her hips, her body quaking beneath Emily’s.
“Fuck, that was intense,” Alex murmured, her arm thrown across her forehead, her hand falling away from Emily’s hip.
Emily withdrew her fingers and brought them to her lips, Alex’s eyes darkening as she watched her lick them clean. Seeing Alex look at her like that was like throwing fuel on a fire, her body already so close after listening to Alex come like that.
Alex pushed herself up, one hand snaking behind Emily’s neck and pulling her down, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss.
Alex rolled Emily onto her back, kissing her way down Emily’s body until she was on her stomach between Emily’s legs, guiding them apart with her hands, her breath warm against Emily’s skin.
Emily’s hips lifted as Alex’s tongue lightly ran over her sex, without parting her folds, and Emily didn’t think she could take much of this. Her body was pulsing with desire, and she knew it wouldn’t take much to get her over the edge.
Alex’s hands slid over her stomach and up to her breast, palming it, her fingers rolling Emily’s already hard nipple, and Emily felt that jolt of electricity as Alex teased her breasts, her tongue pushing through her folds and up to her clit, circling her and flicking her tongue over her bundle of nerves before taking it in her mouth and gently sucking.
Emily threw her head back against the sheets, her hands clawing at the sheets, her hips moving on their own as Alex masterfully brought her to the edge, only easing up to make enough room to slide her fingers past her entrance, and Emily let out a throaty gasp, her hips jerking, pushing back against Alex until she trembled, a string of curses on her lips, her orgasm taking over.
Emily didn’t even remember coming down off that high, her body warm, her breathing ragged. She might have blacked out, because when her eyes fluttered open, Alex was beside her, her fingers brushing a piece of Emily’s hair behind her ear.
