One Drunken Night (Emisue)

Chapter 3: You really are a poet

Emily kissed Sue without questioning it even for a second. She was trying to be as passionate about it as she could. The poet was smiling in between the small kisses, being genuinely happy. Well, there was no doubt 𝘯𝘰𝘸 that the two girls really had hit it off earlier. And it was getting better by the second.

"I want to taste more of you." - Emily said after what seemed to have been a while and quickly took off Sue's jeans away. Now they were making the rest of Sue's clothes company. Emily wanted to make things even, so she removed most of her own clothes, now being left only with her panties and bra.

The poet began leaving kisses on Sue's body, starting from the middle of the girl's collarbone and went all the way down until she reached the spot below Sue's belly button. Then she stopped to look up at the girl with a smirk on her face.

"Shall I continue, or?" - Emily teased.

Sue gasped quietly as she felt the poet stop.

"Please, Emily..." - she looked at Emily, feeling herself needing the brunette poet. Sue was nervous. She didn't know whether or not she would be good or whether she would even taste good. She sighed softly, her thoughts getting the best of her as she covered her breasts with her arms, looking down at Emily, blushing hard.

Sue had only ever been with her ex fiancée. He was her first and was the last time she had had sex. She calmed herself down telling herself to enjoy it and stop letting her fears get the best of her.

"Emily," - she sighed smiling down at her,"you're so beautiful down there." - she said as her confidence came back.

"I know." - Emily replied, as she continued with the kisses, this time they were on Sue's vulnerable spot, through her panties. "By the way. I love it so much when you say my name." - the poet added in a seductive tone and pulled the girl's panties down. "You seem so tense. What's the matter?" - Emily said that as she, unexpectedly for the other party, slid two fingers inside her. "Whatever it is, there's nothing sex with me can't fix."

Sue moaned softly, biting on her bottom lip, keeping herself quiet not yet wanting to give the satisfaction to the other. That was before she felt two fingers slide their way into her.
"Oh, fuck!" - she moaned out, gripping Emily's hair, pulling it slightly. "You know," she said in between breathless gasps as she felt Emily slowly fuck her, "you're cocky for a poet, Emily Dickinson."

Emily chuckled lightly at the comment and continued with what she was doing.

"And you're too innocent for a singer." - the poet winked. "But I like that."

Emily continued to tease the other girl until they both heard a knock on the door.
They both groaned not knowing who was knocking on the door right now.

"Fuck." - Emily whispered. "It's probably my boss. But what on Earth would he be doing at my door so late?" - said the poet, being annoyed. She didn't want to answer the door. All she wanted right now was Sue. Nothing and no one else. Still, the question remained: who was bothering them at this hour?

Sue gasped as Emily pulled away, hearing the knocking, she instinctively covered her breasts, not knowing if they were coming in or not.

"Emily, go check the door, then come back here and help me finish before I do it myself." - Sue smirked, already feeling herself throbbing at the thought of being touched while Emily watched. She bit her lip, waiting to see what Emily would do.

The poet gave her a look, one Sue probably couldn't place. The look was filled with worry, doubt and fear.

"Is that a threat?" - Emily raised a brow with a soft smile, before she placed a kiss on Sue's lips, as some sort of an consolation prize, before Emily spoke again. "I'll just tell whoever's at the door to come later. Or even better: never." - Emily didn't want to leave Sue at that, not even for a second. She wasn't sure whether to answer the door or leave the person outside to knock as much as they want until they start thinking no one's home and potentionally leave. In the end Emily thought she'd be polite this time and make an appearance.

The poet opened the door just a little, so whoever's outside wouldn't see Sue. When the brunette saw who's at the door, she grew angry.

"What the fuck do 𝘺𝘰𝘶 want?" - Emily furrowed her brows. In front of her was her brother Austin - the guy who stole the love of Emily's life in the past. Since then the two weren't speaking much.

"I was in the neighborhood and saw you coming here with a stranger girl." - Austin said and crossed his arms. "You know dad forbid you to date girls. Why do you keep doing it?"

"It's none of you 𝘰𝘳 my father's goddamn business who I sleep with." - Emily replied, still calm, but she wanted to yell. "Now if you'll excuse me." - with that Emily wanted to shut the door under Austin's nose, but he didn't let her.

"You're playing with fire, Emily." - Austin threatened.

"And I love every second of it." - with that, Emily was finally able to close the door. She locked it.

"Where were we?" - Emily said to Sue, as she was approaching her. After that she got back on top of her and looked at her deep in the eyes, caressing her body.

Sue smiled a soft loving smile. She kissed Emily softly and pulled her hair, smirking.

"Was it your manager?" - Sue asked, concerned for she could see the distress on Emily's face when she closed the door. Sue played with Emily's hair as she awaited the response. If it was, from what she heard, she didn't think it was, she wanted to know if Emily wanted to just sit and cuddle or if she still felt up to the plan the had.

"Nah, even worse: my brother. He still thinks he can rule my life." - Emily sighed. "But let's not let that interruption stop us." - Emily smiled and kissed Sue, inserting her tongue in the girl's mouth almost immediately. Then, as they kissed, she started massaging her breasts. After that she moved so she was kneeling on the floor, in front of Sue's center. She smirked before she started licking the girl where she knew she wanted. After a few minutes Emily inserted one finger and started sliding it in and out as fast as she could. Then, she inserted another.

Sue gasped slightly and gripped her breast, groaning.

"Fuck, Emily!" - she moaned as she watched the poet eat her out. Then as she felt Emily begin to slide another finger in, she bit her lip, moaning through her teeth. The air was soon filled with the moans of Susan Gilbert. She felt herself grow closer to orgasming and her breathing got heavier. "Emily I'm gonna- oh fuck!" - she panted as she felt her stomach contract as she orgasmed.

"That was enjoyable." - Emily smiled, showing all her teeth and caressed Sue's cheek. "I might write a poem about you, Sue Gilbert." - after she said that, the poet lied beside Sue, on the bed and turned to look at her, admire her, if you will.

Sue tried catching her breath as she looked at the poet, laughing softly.

"Oh, yeah? How about you read me one of your poems, Emily Dickinson. Let me hear your words." - Sue said, her hand moving to hold Emily closer to her as she spoke.

Emily got closer to the girl, so that their chests were basically touching now. The poet held Sue's face with one hand, then started tracing the girl's back.

"Well, I happen to know one of my favorites by heart." - Emily commented. Then she looked up to the ceiling and squinted, before starting to recite.

"I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness."

Sue watched Emily as she recites the poem. Her eyes looking over all of the features of her face and lips, never wanting to forget them. As the poet finished, Sue sighed gently before kissing the poet.

"That was beautiful, I guess it takes after its writer." - Sue smiled and laughed quietly as they laid there holding each other. "You really are a poet, I couldn't tell if you were just trying to get me into bed" she smirked.

"Now you know I'm sincere." - Emily kissed Sue's hand and looked deep into the girl's eyes. After a few seconds she kissed her softly again. "What do you feel like doing now? The night's still young." - the poet smiled.