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Unable to resist running her fingers through Emma’s delicious hair, Vanessa shifted closer and buried her face in Emma’s neck. “All of you turns me on, baby.” Vanessa had no issue saying that out loud, but whenever Emma did it, she doubted the truth in her words. It was ridiculous, of course she knew that, but Vanessa’s mind worked in very strange ways lately. Still, she wanted this woman. Right here, right now. “I love you.”
Emma pressed a kiss to Vanessa’s forehead. “Prove it.”
Vanessa tilted her head up and drew Emma into a kiss. “I was planning to.”
Emma moaned when Vanessa kissed her again, this time slower…teasing, reminding Emma of everything they had with one another. Nothing could bring them down. And that this morning, there was no rush. The only certainty was that their lovemaking would tip over into the afternoon if Vanessa had anything to say about it.
Vanessa smoothed her palm down the slope of Emma’s neck, every inch of her aching when her wife pressed closer. She took her time exploring Emma’s body, even though every last inch of it was burned into Vanessa’s memory. It wasn’t possible to find a spot she didn’t already know, but Vanessa liked a challenge, and today felt like the perfect day for it.
“God, I have the hottest wife in the world,” Emma whispered against Vanessa’s lips, her back arching when Vanessa lowered her palm down Emma’s stomach and teased it over her hip. “So. Fucking. Hot.”
Their legs tangled as Emma rolled half of her body on top of Vanessa, her thigh fitting perfectly between Vanessa’s. She looked down at her, those grey eyes taking Vanessa’s breath away. Emma’s hair was swept over one shoulder, so soft andbeautiful, but it was the wetness coating Vanessa’s thigh that had her moaning as Emma rocked back and forth. “Mm, baby. You’re soaking.”
“That’s what you get for seducing me before I’ve even opened my eyes.” Emma’s hands were already slipping beneath Vanessa’s shirt, her trimmed nails dragging teasingly down her stomach.
Vanessa pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and reached out, tweaking one of Emma’s nipples. “As your wife, it’s my duty to seduce you.” She gently guided Emma onto her back, the sheet pooling around Vanessa’s hips as she lowered herself and brushed her lips over Emma’s collarbone.
Every kiss was slow and deliberate. Vanessa wanted to take her time; she wanted to savour every whimper and moan while enjoying how Emma arched beneath her hands. Nothing and nobody in this world could ever compare to Emma. Vanessa looked up at Emma through hooded eyes and whispered, “Tell me what you want.”
“Y-you,” Emma said without hesitation as she tangled her fingers through Vanessa’s hair and moaned. “Just…don’t stop.”
Never. Vanessa couldneverstop. Whether it was their fiery moments with Madam, or the intimacy of making love first thing in the morning, Vanessa would always crave to be here, just like this, forever.
She slid lower, trailing kisses over one side of Emma’s hip, then the other. She knew what her wife liked, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that Vanessa liked it in equal measure. Okay, maybe that was a lie. Vanessa loved it far more than anything else she could comprehend. The taste of her wife on the tip of her tongue.
As she lay on her stomach between Emma’s thighs and wrapped her lips around Emma’s clit, Vanessa hummed lightly. Emma bucked her hips, forcing Vanessa’s mouth against her,gasping when Vanessa eased two fingers inside her. “F-fuck, Vanessa. Y-yeah. Just like that.”
Emma tightened around her fingers in an instant, the first of many orgasms fast approaching. These were the moments Vanessa lived for. Slow mornings that many may consider routine, but for them…this was perfection. Nobody could touch them here. Nobody could ruin what they had. Nobody mattered.
“Babe, oh fuck!” Emma arched up, her body trembling.
Knowing that Emma was close to the edge, Vanessa slipped a third finger inside her wife and pushed harder and deeper. Every breath came out in a gasp. Emma’s fingers tightened in her hair, and when Emma finally cried out Vanessa’s name, trembling, Vanessa slowed and admired the perfection of her wife. “Mm. You’re so beautiful.”
Emma pulled Vanessa up, and as they lay tangled, skin to skin, she tucked her head beneath Vanessa’s chin and exhaled a deep breath. “So,” Emma eventually said, her arm tightening around Vanessa’s waist. “I guess you do love me.”
Vanessa laughed, closing her eyes as she gave Emma a moment to come down from one high…while preparing for many more. “Told you I’d prove it.”
Emma drew back and forced Vanessa onto her back, straddling her hips the moment she relaxed into the mattress. “You havenothingto prove to me. I know you love me. I feel it in every glance and every touch.”
CHAPTER TEN
Peace and quiet…
Emma reclined into her chair, her shoulders relaxed as she clicked through the PowerPoint slides she’d been fine-tuning since this morning. The tapping of her mouse was the only sound filling the office, a rare and welcome tranquillity after the chaos of the first period of lessons. She had two full hours before her next. Two glorious, uninterrupted hours.
Still, a hint of restlessness stirred beneath her calm exterior. As much as she valued the peace, Emma couldn’t help but miss her old routine. Last year’s schedule had been fuller and more hands-on. Back when she wasn’t the head of department…before the added responsibilities shifted her away from the classroom. She missed the energy of it. The connection with students. The feeling of teaching. Yes, she still taught, but she often found herself with free time this year.Free, Emma snorted.You wish it was free. Still, she couldn’t complain. This had been a huge step up for her.
Just be grateful for the opportunity.
She was. Of course she was. The promotion had come with a raise and, weirdly, a lot less chaos than she’d feared. Emma had anticipated a mountain of stress, sleepless nights, and jugglinga million things at once. But her knack for organisation and delegation had kept things flowing smoothly. She thrived when it came to structure. It was in her nature to keep things neat, in order, and under control.
Her cursor hovered over the next slide when she heard voices just beyond her office door. Emma’s brow furrowed as she tilted her head, instinctively listening in. The corridors were usually quiet around this time, her colleagues already mid-lesson. Which meant it had to be students. She paused, her eyes narrowed slightly as she listened closely.
“Just tell her.” The voice was barely audible, but it sent a shiver of curiosity down her spine. Slowly, Emma turned in her chair, glancing towards the door. “Miss Bradley isreallycool.”
A sigh escaped her lips. She’d kept the name Bradley at school for simplicity’s sake. For the students and herself. Two Mrs Hughes in the same staffroom would only ever lead to confusion. Emma cleared her throat and called out gently, “Can I help you?”
A soft gasp followed, as though the students hadn’t known she would be in the office…even though they’d specifically come here looking for her. Then the office door creaked open, hesitantly, until two familiar faces emerged. Freya and Alice.
