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“I love you. Whatever version I have of you from day to day, I love all of you, Emma.”
Emma craned her neck and kissed Vanessa. “I’m supposed to be the one doing the wooing today. Not you.”
Vanessa laughed, and it drove Emma wild. It always would.
“Ididwarn you. You’re all mine today.”
Vanessa’s eyes held that mischievous glint as she gazed back at Emma. “Then we’d better pace ourselves.”
Emma snorted. “No chance. Where’s the fun in that?”
Vanessa stood barefootin the kitchen, leaning back against the counter while the kettle rumbled to life. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, catching on the half-empty mugs and plates from the lazy breakfast they’d shared hours ago.
It had been an hour since Emma had left her sprawled across the bed, flushed and panting, but Vanessa could still feel her everywhere. On her skin, in the ache low in her belly, in the way her legs still felt satisfyingly heavy.
She smiled to herself as she reached for the tea bags, aware that Emma had just walked into the kitchen. She didn’t need to look up to know her wife was close by. Emma’s presence had a weight and a warmth, even before she’d announced herself.
“Hungry?” Vanessa asked as she turned to face her wife.
Emma leaned in, her hands braced on the counter on either side of Vanessa’s hips. “Not for food.”
Vanessa smirked. “You said I was yours all day, but I thought that included feeding me.”
“Iamfeeding you,” Emma murmured as she brushed her lips against Vanessa’s jaw. “Just not in the way you’re thinking.”
Vanessa’s breath caught as Emma’s hands slid around her waist, tugging her gently away from the counter. “Emma…”
“Mm?”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Today I am.” Emma’s mouth was on Vanessa’s before she could respond, a deep, demanding kiss that stole the air from Vanessa’s lungs. Her hands roamed up Vanessa’s back, over her ribs, and down to the curve of her hips. The kettle clicked off, butneither of them moved to pour the water. The tea they’d insisted they needed could wait.
Emma’s fingers found the hem of Vanessa’s loose T-shirt, and as she tugged it up until her palms met bare skin, Vanessa arched into her touch and kissed her harder. “You’re overdressed,” Emma murmured, pulling back just enough to whip the T-shirt over her head. “That’s better.”
Vanessa laughed breathlessly. “You’re the one who put it on me before.”
“And now I’ve taken it off again.”
Her mouth trailed down Vanessa’s neck, hot and wet, nipping lightly at her collarbone before lowering to her chest. Vanessa’s head tipped back, a quiet moan slipping free as Emma held her waist and placed those tender kisses to Vanessa’s scars.
“Kitchen counter?” Emma suggested, her voice low and full of the heat that drove Vanessa wild time and time again.
Vanessa whimpered. “God, yes.”
Emma helped her up, lifting her just enough to perch on the edge. The cool surface under her thighs was nothing compared to the heat of Emma standing between them, those soft, expert hands sliding up her bare legs.
Vanessa hooked her ankles around Emma’s waist and pulled her in closer. “You’re getting good at this demanding thing.”
Emma grinned. “I learned from the best.”
Her fingers dipped higher, finding Vanessa already wet and craving more. She didn’t tease this time, instead sliding into Vanessa in one smooth motion that made her gasp and clutch at her shoulders. “Emma!”
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Emma whispered. “I couldn’t stop picturing you right here, spread out for me.”
Vanessa groaned, her hips rolling to meet Emma’s thrusts. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“I think I do,” Emma said as she picked up her pace. “I know you love it when I fuck you hard and fast.”
