Page 9 of Embers of Love

“Wow.”

“You like it?” Emma asked, turning to look over her shoulder.

“I love it. It’s a beautiful car.”

“Her name’s Joan. She’s incredible.”

Josephine felt her eyebrows raise slightly, Emma was like no woman she had ever met before—so different from her immaculate, uptight ex and so different to all of the women she had dated in New York over the years.

They got into the car. Josephine reached for the seatbelt but found it a little more complicated than the cars she was used to.

“Hold on, I’ll get that for you.” Emma reached around to help her put it on. Her perfume engulfed Josephine. Her natural scent lingered tantalizingly underneath, making her swoon. Something deep, woody, and earthy. It was perfect. Josephine unconsciously found herself taking deep breaths. It drew her in until she found her lips almost touching Emma’s neck.

Her date had stopped moving when she noticed. Josephine could hear her breathing quicken too. The moment seemed to stretch on forever yet it was somehow too brief. Emma pulled back and sat in her seat, putting her seatbelt on as well. She cleared her throat.

“Hang on,” she warned before turning the ignition. The roar of the engine as it came to life made her jump slightly in her seat.

Emma chuckled. “Joan is a bit loud.”

“Do you race Joan?” Josephine asked as they pulled out of the parking lot faster than anticipated and screeched around the corner.

“Yeah, how can you tell?”

“It’s the way you drive.”

“Oh?”

“It’s…”

“What?”

Josephine smiled. “I guess it’s a bit attractive.”

“Just a bit?”

“You like to tease, don’t you?” Josephine shot back.

Emma smiled broadly and Josephine enjoyed the tiny chip missing from her front tooth. “Only when I like someone.”

Josephine felt lust burning inside of her. She wanted to have sex with Emma, that was for sure.

“Do you want to come back to my hotel room at The Grand with me?”

Emma’s fierce brown eyes fixed on her own. “I thought you would never ask.” She flung a sharp right on the steering wheel, and Joan roared through the city, and Josephine couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this alive.

Josephine couldn’t get the door of the hotel room open fast enough. Emma was behind her, surreptitiously running her hands over her body, feeling up her curves. She struggled to contain the moans that threatened to escape her lips.

The key missed the lock three times before she finally slid it in and the door opened. She turned around and pulled Emma inside, pressing her lips against hers in a deep kiss. She heard the door close behind them and then the latch as it locked. Their lips remained locked together as they made their way to the bed, shedding their clothes on the way until they were wearing nothing but their underwear.

As much as Josephine had worried she would have forgotten what to do with a woman sexually, it had come back to her remarkably quick. Her mouth kissed as though on instinct and her hands moved without conscious thought. She felt wetness between her legs. She was turned on. Very turned on. Of that, there was no doubt.

Josephine got on top as her date seemed content to let her take the lead and she was enjoying herself. She was happy she had her best lingerie set on from La Perla. The quality of the white lace was just unmatched. She wasn’t sure if Emma cared about lingerie quality as much as she cared about car engine parts, but never mind. She felt sexy in it and that was what mattered. She straddled Emma on the bed. She felt Emmas tight stomach for a second against her clitoris and she moaned. Emma wore masculine underwear—black Calvin Klein. Of course she did. She ran her hands over Emma’s thick shoulders, feeling the strong muscles tensing up underneath her fingers. Emma didn’t remain idle, she felt Emma’s strong hands moving all the way up her hips to the small of her back, stopping briefly to cup her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. This time, Josephine moaned out loud. She couldn’t keep it down any longer. It had been far too long since she’d felt this pleasure, and Emma was hitting all the right buttons, reawakening a part of her that had been lying dormant for years.

Emma ran her hand up her back, ending at the area between her shoulder blades. She pulled Josephine harder against her body, deepening their kiss. It felt like she was trying to merge them into one and she was pulling her tight against her hard enough to achieve just that. Josephine could feel her own large breasts pressed into Emma’s much smaller ones. Everything about Emma was turning her on. She was some kind of sweet, sweet blend of masculine and feminine and it turned Josephine on like nothing else.

Josephine found her own hands burrowing underneath Emma to help free her of her Calvin Klein bra. She pushed the front of it up, freeing her firm breasts and then continued to drag it off over Emma’s head as she enjoyed Emmas erect little nipples being exposed. Emma’s arms were quickly seeking behind Josephine’s back and seconds later her La Perla lace was on the floor and her breasts fell free. Now in the open air, her nipples quickly hardened. Josephine couldn’t resist the temptation, she wanted to take her time, but the sight of the younger woman’s beautiful body exposed below her was driving her crazy. She dipped her head taking one of Emma’s small brown nipples in her mouth and sucking.

Oh, how I have missed this.

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