Lost in the Darkness // Billie Eilish

Part XXIII

As soon as I was stable and conscious, Emma and I flew back to Prague, settling into her oh-so familiar apartment.

Knowing I had four full weeks of freedom was as liberating as it sounds. No meetings in between, no interviews, nothing. Just me and Emma.

Of course, we had quickly decided to take advantage of this opportunity.

Currently, I was back in embrace of the girl I love. Her bare front was pressed against my bare back as we sat on the bed, legs spread.

Two of her fingers were being pushed in my mouth, prodding my cheek, a look of satisfaction clearly evident on her stoic face.

She removed them slowly, admiring how they were now slick with saliva.

I licked my lips.

With her free hand, she grabbed my face and turned it so our lips could meet. Emma kissed me sensually while her fingers inched downward and pushed themselves into me.

She quieted my moans with deeper kisses. I spread my legs a little wider for her, making her smile against my lips.

She drove her fingers a bit faster into me, giving me what I want. Granted, the pace was still considerably slow.

Truthfully, I don't think I've ever been more wet. One thing I've gathered about Emma, was that she was incredibly good at foreplay.

She urged her fingers in knuckles deep and stayed there, her hand tottering to give me additional pleasure.

Her lips left mine and allowed me to moan however I pleased. Each time her palm brushed against my clit, my eyes screwed shut tighter.

She was delighted at my reaction. "Oh? Right there?" Her tone was unmistakably condescending and it drove me crazy.

Emma removed her fingers and teasingly cupped my pussy, giving me the contact I desperately craved.

"Fuck me," I breathed out, guiding her fingers back inside of me. She took the clue and used her other hand to rub my clit.

I moaned longingly, my head falling back on her shoulder. She began to place soft kisses up the column of my neck, up my jawline, then ceased at my ear to nip at the lobe.

Out of nowhere, she started to pound into me, although the fingers in my clit were still moving unbearably slow.

My legs started to tremble ever so slightly as I worked myself up, choosing to stare down at what she was doing.

Silently, she rested her chin on my shoulder and did the same.

"Are you going to cum?" Her voice was kind and soft-spoken but the question was rhetorical, we both knew it.

I nodded my head rapidly.

"Emma-" I choked out.

"Hm?"

I completely lost it, my the pit of my stomached churned and I was bombarded by waves of pleasure. It almost as if electricity had been running its course up my body, centering in my core.

I moaned and moaned, my eyes rolled back, making me feel like I was seconds away from meeting my maker.

She stopped fucking me and solely focused on my clit, rubbing it in tight circles.