Page 11 of Embers of Love

Josephine sucked her clitoris, sucked her labia, one side and then the other. She pushed her tongue inside Emma. She noticed the movements she made that drove Emma crazy and made her moan louder, made her breathing quicken.

“Oh fuck,” Emma growled. “You feel so good… Fuck me with your fingers… Please,” she begged, and Josephine was only too happy to assist.

She used her right hand to push two fingers inside Emma, building a rhythm of thrusts to match the movements of her tongue against Emma’s clit.

“Fuck… fuck…fuuuck!” Emma’s fingers gripped a handful of Josephine’s hair as her body tensed and she exploded in orgasm in Josephine’s mouth and flooded the palm of her hand.

Josephine smiled as she sat up. She raised her right hand to her mouth and licked some of the juice from her palm into her mouth. It tasted like pleasure itself.

“Dirty bitch,” Emma growled as her eyes opened and she came back to earth.

“Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart,” Josephine laughed, feeling alive, truly alive. She had never felt better.

They never came down from the high. Just when Josephine thought they had reached the peak, they broke through it and reached new heights of pleasure she had never felt before. Sex had never felt so good.

“I think I’m starting to like Phoenix Ridge a lot,” Josephine whispered to her lover as they lay in bed, basking in the glow of their intimacy.

Emma blinked tiredly at her. “Does that mean you’ll stay?”

It was a loaded question, or perhaps Josephine was reading too much into it. Things had felt too intense for what was supposed to be a one-night stand.

“I…I think so.”

Her date smiled happily. She wasn’t sure how exactly she felt. Was that how a hook-up was supposed to feel? Were people able to connect like that and then decide never to see each other again? How was that even possible? Was that what Emma wanted? Josephine didn’t know if she was reading too much into this or not. What if all of that was simply one-sided? For her, this was perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime thing. For Emma, this could’ve been just another Tuesday.

Those thoughts plagued her mind until the exhaustion overcame her worries. It was one of the best nights she’d had in a very long time. She didn’t want it to end on an uncertain note. Not with a one-night stand, not by saying goodbye to the most amazing woman she had ever met.

“I won’t wake up in the morning and find you gone, will I?” Josephine found herself asking.

“Never,” replied Emma, without hesitation.

She contented herself with that for now.

3

EMBER

Ember watched Suzanne get dressed into her business wear. She enjoyed watching Suzanne fold her big breasts into a new bra—mauve silk this time—very nice, classy. And step her lovely long legs into matching panties. She rolled on stockings. Suzanne was clearly a lot older than Ember, but so beautifully feminine and classy in a way that turned Ember on so much. Ember enjoyed her eyes—an unusual color—a dark green with flecks of gold. And her perfect hair—a classy smooth caramel color like it was the work of an expensive hair salon. And sexually, well, she had been surprising to say the least. She had devoured Ember as though she was a starving woman at a banquet, and Ember had enjoyed every second. She loved an enthusiastic, confident lover. She watched as Suzanne slipped into last night’s pencil skirt and heels and paired them with a much more conservative green blouse that matched her eyes. She was clearly wealthy; Ember had noted the expensive clothing brands and the nicest hotel in the city.

The comfort of the bed almost justified the price tag.

Anyway, her date had to get to work and so did she. It was odd. Ember felt like they were an old couple. She felt so comfortable with Suzanne. She had from the start. Suzanne was warm, intelligent, funny, sexy. Time with her had been a pleasure. The night had passed too quickly. Ember didn’t know whether to be happy it happened or sad that it was going to be the last time.

Or was it?

Their messages on the app had suggested “One night of fun.”

It was a huge risk, but she didn’t want to watch Suzanne leave without at least trying to confirm that they were going to see each other again.

Suzanne was running a brush through her perfectly neat hair.

“Suzanne?”

There was a brief pause before she turned around to look at Ember.

“Yes?”

There was something about her eyes. Ember was certain Suzanne felt just the same as she did. Last night hadn’t been an illusion after all.

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