One Drunken Night (Emisue)

Chapter 12: You should sing more often

Sue moaned finally, no longer holding anything back.
"Emily..." - she moaned out before Emily's lips collided with hers. She hungrily kissed the poet back before feeling a third finger enter her. She moaned into Emily's mouth as the poet's fingers pumped in and out of her, feeling like she was going to explode. She wrapped her arms around Emily, holding onto her as she scratched her back, leaving marks all over it.

"Emily, don't stop, I'm gonna cum!" - she warned the poet, holding back as long as she could so that this moment could last a lifetime. Sue's breathing became more rapid and broken as she felt herself lose her sanity at how good she felt in this moment.

"It feels good, huh?" - Emily smirked and started working more rapidly with her fingers, going in and out of Sue as fast as she could, in order to drive the girl insane.

The poet felt confident right there in this moment. It felt good to know that you're successfully pleasuring the girl of your dreams. The poet bit Sue's lip and then her left ear. Her mouth moved to the girl's neck after that. Emily wanted to give Sue a hickie, so everyone who sees it later on would know that Sue isn't available. Emily loved giving hickies and also receiving them. To her it was one of the best parts of sex. After she was done with that, the poet started licking Sue all over again, without stopping what she was doing with her fingers. She wanted Sue to feel good, she wanted this to be a night the singer would remember forever.

Sue's hands tangled into Emily's hair as she was fucked. She felt so good. Emily made her feel so good. As she felt the poet begin to leave a hickey she didn't have the right frame of mind to stop her. She didn't care if anyone saw. In this moment, for all she cared people could watch them right now. She wanted Emily so badly. She looked at the poet, Emily's ear close to her lip as she moaned.

"Please fuck me, Emily." - she asked in a pleading, needy voice. She felt herself grow closer to her climax but she held it back to drag the moment out.

Emily pulled her face away from the girl's neck and began kissing Sue's chin. She looked deeply into Sue's eyes before looking down and sucking her nipple, making her moan loudly. This seemed to get Emily even more turned on, making her thrust faster and harder into Sue. She looked up and met Sue's eyes once again.

"I think your orgasm is getting close." - she mumbled against Sue's lips before licking her bottom lip. "You ready, sweetheart?" Emily whispered into her ear before continuing her rhythm. She licked and sucked at the skin on Sue's neck before biting on it.

Sue groaned, nodding needily. Her breathing was erratic and heavy as she tried to hold out for just a little longer. Soon enough, she couldn't hold back anymore
"Emily I'm- im gonna-" she moaned out, pulling Emily's hair as she felt herself give in to the pleasure she was feeling. The singer's moans filled the air as she began to squirt slightly as she came. Her eyes closed hard, her legs shaking as she had the most intense orgasm of her life.
"Fuck, Emily..." - she let out in between breaths as she tried to regain control of her body, still squirting as she opened her eyes, meeting Emily's.

If Emily had to be honest, she was satisfied to the fullest. She felt good, she felt sober and happy. She smirked before placing another kiss on Sue's lips. Then she reached for her bag and pulled out a cigarette from a Marlboro pack.

"Mind if I smoke here?" - the poet asked. She wasn't really a smoker. In fact she smoked only when she felt exceptionally well, or right after sex. It was almost like a rule, and she had another one for drinking: never drink to feel better. Drink only to feel 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 better. The poet put the cigarette in her mouth, awaiting Sue's reply with a raised eyebrow.

Sue smiled, her breathing still abnormal as she tried to catch her breath.
"Go ahead, my love." - she said honestly, having loved the smell of cigarettes since she was small. She watched as Emily lit her cigarette, eyeing the tiny flame as she sat up slightly.