That Summer

And Don't You Ever Stop...

A/N: For my gal, L <333

Emma hung up the phone, frozen in place. She couldn't believe it, but at the same time, she could. What do I do?! She asked herself.

Immediately, she rushed into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and touched up her makeup. After frantically digging through her suitcase, she spritzed some perfume over her silk black cami and skinny jeans she had worn down to the bar. She had her Victoria's Secret Bombshell pushup bra underneath her shirt, adding some growth to her average sized chest.

She took a deep breath, looked at herself in the mirror, and closed her eyes. It's fine, you've done this before... you wanted this to happen.

After finishing her own pep-talk, she grabbed her phone and room key and went out the door into the elevator. The butterflies were fluttering around in her stomach; she didn't know why she was so anxious!

She turned the corner, looking at the room numbers until she came to the end of the hallway: 1801. She took another breath and knocked on the door, waiting a few seconds for Stevie to answer.

The door flew open, and before Emma even had a chance to say anything, Stevie pulled her inside, causing Emma to nearly lose her composure, and quickly shut the door behind her.

"What took you so long?!" Stevie reprimanded in a whisper, immediately putting her mouth on Emma's in a passionate kiss. "I'm so fucking horny for you, baby... since the second I left you in that damn elevator." Stevie said breathlessly, holding Emma's face in her hands like she did earlier that morning.

"I...I needed a few minutes after getting drinks. I wanted to look good for you..." Emma responded, completely taken aback by how aggressive Stevie was being, but still totally turned on by her apparent desperation.

"I don't care," Stevie whispered, moving her hands along the sides of Emma's body, lightly scratching with her nails. "All that matters is you're here now, and you're all mine again." Stevie now had her hands on Emma's butt, squeezing it as she smiled, moving in again for a kiss.

She looked up and then down at Emma's chest, widening her eyes in surprise. "Fuck, baby...look at you." Their kissing intensified, both women moving closer to the huge king bed with their lips still connected. 

Emma thought tonight was her night to be in charge, but something seemed to ignite Stevie's dominance even more than earlier, and she wasn't complaining about it.

Stevie pushed her down on the side of the bed, moving in between Emma's legs. Emma admired the sight in front of her: Stevie was wearing a white silk robe that only came down to her mid thighs with a black lace bra peeping through, showing just the right amount of cleavage to turn Emma on while still maintaining her mystery.

Emma pulled on the sash of Stevie's robe, revealing her entire bra and matching bikini briefs. 

She looked absolutely gorgeous. Her body was perfectly voluptuous, looking as if she were still Emma's age.

"Stevie, you're so beautiful..." Emma whispered, grabbing Stevie's breasts outside of her bra, pushing them up and running her thumbs along her hardened nipples.

Stevie threw her head back and moaned in response, grabbing onto Emma's forearms. Emma moved her hands to unhook Stevie's bra, watching it fall to the floor. There were those perky tits again, her perfectly hard, pink nipples right in front of her face as Stevie leaned in closer, still standing between Emma's legs.

Emma wrapped her arms around Stevie's body and moved her mouth onto her nipples, alternating between sucking and lightly biting, following Stevie's moans for guidance.