Page 10 of Embers of Love

Now it was her date’s turn to let out a loud moan. Josephine felt strong arms wrap around her, pulling her in closer and encouraging her. She obliged, sucking harder on one nipple and then the other. She teased with her teeth and tongue. She sucked and enjoyed the swell of the nipple within her mouth.

This is everything I wanted. I can’t believe I’ve been missing this for so long.

Emma gasped, arching her back further to get more of her nipple into Josephine’s mouth.

The sex with her ex had died soon after they moved in together. It had never been too exciting anyway. They had gotten together for reasons that Josephine could barely remember now. She had been suitable. (How very boring). Their lives had entwined.

It didn’t take long before Emma’s Calvin Kleins and Josephine’s beautiful lace panties joined her bra on the floor. Normally, she might have felt a little self-conscious at this point, but with Emma, it all felt so natural, like they had done this before. Emma easily matched her rhythm as their bodies moved, grinding against each other, moaning into each other’s mouth.

She reached down and cupped her hand over Emma’s pussy, pushing between her legs, eliciting another gasp from her. Josephine took that as consent to proceed. She gently ran her fingers through Emma’s wetness, relishing the way it made her quiver in pleasure. She repeated the motion, sliding up and down while maintaining the pace. It was driving Emma crazy. Josephine wondered if had been equally as long for Emma as it had been for her. She resolved to make this encounter worth it for both of them. They were only meeting this one time, after all. This was the time to be truly free.

Emma proved to not be a complacent lover. Her fingers worked their way from Josephine’s back, down her bare buttocks, and a finger slid straight inside her wetness. Josephine felt intense pleasure and instantly craved more.

Josephine matched Emma, allowing her index finger to slowly penetrate Emma’s pussy. That drew a long, drawn-out moan from her, forcing their lips to separate. She took Emma by the chin and pulled her lips back to hers, silencing her. The young woman underneath her was already quaking. She knew all the signs were there. She was close. Josephine kept up the motion, going in and out with just one finger curling it upwards, feeling for Emma’s G Spot with the pad of her finger.

“Yes!” Emma screamed. “Yes!”

That seemed to be the extent of the mental lexicon she had access to at the moment. Words seemed to elude her. Josephine smiled with pride, watching Emma get off aroused her like nothing before. She would have been content with just fucking Emma and watching her come, but Emma wasn’t. Emma quickly resumed her motion, adding another finger to the first one. What felt like two or maybe three fingers pushed inside Josephine from where Emma’s hand had reached around, and it felt incredible.

Why have I denied myself this pleasure for so long?

She found herself sitting up and riding Emma’s fingers, gasping with desperate pleasure. The heat between her legs mounted quickly until she found herself on the precipice of climax as well, much to her own surprise.

“I’m close!” Josephine announced.

“Yes!” Emma murmured.

The two of them felt perfectly aligned, like two gears in a clock. They moved in tandem, each one driving the other toward the climax. The motion felt unstoppable, like the surging of a wave, the orgasm came crashing through both of them at the same time. Josephine stiffened, her mind devolving into blank whiteness as the intensity raged through her.

This had never happened to her before, orgasming at the same time as a partner. But here, with Emma, it had felt easy. As though it was the easiest thing in the world. As though they fit together perfectly.

Emma shook uncontrollably underneath her. Her beautiful brown eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her grip on Josephine tightened like a vice, pulling her in and holding her as close as she could. In that moment, it felt like their two souls had melded together. This was like nothing Josephine had experienced before. Particularly not with someone she had just met. She moved until she was lying next to her lover, their legs still entangled. Emma kissed her greedily once more, her fingers working back between Josephine’s legs. Josephine moaned loudly as Emma’s fingers entered her again and Emma moved downwards dipping her head and reaching her tongue to Josephine’s clitoris.

Josephine knew she was going to explode again and it wouldn’t take long.

“Oh yes… oh my god, yes,” she moaned, leaning her own head back and grabbing a handful of Emma’s wild hair in her fingers to pull her head in closer.

Who is she? What is she doing to me?

She felt Emma’s strong fingers thrusting inside her as Emma sucked her clitoris deeply. Her second orgasm of the night suddenly crashed through her, and she collapsed backwards into the bed.

“Oh, my god. What you do with your fingers, your mouth. Girl, you are incredible,” she murmured to Emma, who had released her clitoris from her mouth and sat back up on her knees as her fingers slid slowly out of Josephine.

There was a wide smile on Emma’s beautiful face and her messy reddish hair was wild around her strong shoulders.

“Can I return the favor?” Josephine smiled back at her, their eyes connecting.

“I’m sure that could be arranged,” Emma sighed lazily and moved so she was leaning back against the headboard of the bed. Her knees were bent up and she allowed them to slowly fall to the sides exposing her wet and wanting pussy. She never took her eyes off Josephine’s the whole time.

Josephine couldn’t help looking down between Emma’s legs as they parted. Her pubic hair was as wild and red as the hair on her head. Her vulva was swollen and wet and so very beautiful.

Josephine felt her mouth water.

“I bet you taste like strawberries and cream,” Josephine said, smiling.

“Why don’t you take a lick and see?” Emma taunted, opening her legs wider, as though beckoning Josephine in.

Josephine moved to her knees between Emma’s legs, dipping her head so she could please the younger woman with her tongue and mouth. Emma didn’t taste of strawberries and cream. There was a sweet, sexy smokiness to her that Josephine lapped and lapped at, wanting more and more of the taste of her.

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