One Drunken Night (Emisue)

Chapter 13: I do too

Sue blushed. She looked into Emily's brown eyes, scanning them before she kissed her lover's nose gently.

"I'm quite shy with my voice when it comes to singing in front of other professionals." she admitted before she squeezed Emily's hand. "If you'd like I could try and sing you something. Maybe one of my favorites that I know by heart. But I'd rather you hear me in the studio, when my voice is prepared." she blushed, knowing if she tried to sing right now it wouldn't be her best because her voice was so raw from using it so much during their fun. "You made me scream quite a lot, Emily Dickinson." - she smirked.

Emily smiled to herself and looked away. She imagined what the two did on this bed not so long ago and it turned her on. She had to admit that pleasuring Sue was maybe her most favorite activity. She closed her eyes for less than a second, thinking of how to reply without sounding as horny as she was.

"Well," - Emily started, looking away and then back at Sue, "I have that sort of effect on girls." - the poet winked.

Sue smirked. She loved the effect Emily had on her even if she couldn't always tell.

"We need to get up and get dressed." - Sue sighed gently as she ran her hand over her lover's bare chest. "It's our day off." - she reminded herself after propping herself up, then looking at Emily she added the but. "But, we just can't stay in bed and fuck all day."

"Why not?" - Emily joked with a wide smile. She didn't know how much time had passed until she looked at the clock again. It was 5 AM. But why did Sue want them to get up already? Emily was hoping she would get some sleep before it was time to get up. She decided she'd protest to Sue's request, but that was going to happen after she hears the singer's reply to her innocent (but maybe not so innocent) joke.

Sue chuckled slightly at the question. As much as she wanted that, she knew it would tear up her voice. She sighed as she kissed the brunette's lips gently.

"Are you always this horny Emily Dickinson?" - Sue asked, smirking as she ran her hand down her lover's side.

Emily chuckled, "Only when I'm talking to a girl this beautiful." - the poet said, looking into Sue's eyes. She sensed she was getting sober. Emily was glad. She liked seeing the woman this way, and that meant: naked and satisfied.
Emily got up with a fantastic idea in her mind. She looked at Sue suggestively and said:

"Come on. Let's go take a shower together."

Sue raised an eyebrow and chuckled slightly, catching onto her mischievous plan. She grabbed Emily's hand, holding it before sitting up.

"Let's go, Em." - she smiled as she got off the bed. Sue took a second to look at her lover. She smiled as she looked over her body, taking in every inch.

Emily eyed Sue as well, appreciating her in all her naked glory. Then she led her to the bathroom, opened the door and they made it inside. The poet pushed the shower handle to start the shower. Soon Emily and Sue were all wet.

Sue smirked as she wet her hair as they both got into the shower. She looked over the beautiful woman next to her and bit her lip.

"Emily." - she said as she pushed her gently against the wall.

Emily liked where things were going. It's been a while since a girl went down on her. Most girls she's been with weren't thinking too much about returning the favor when she fucked them. Emily didn't mind that for the most part, for she still got laid, but it was nice to presume that Sue might be going to pleasure her now as well.

Sue looked down. Looking over the girl's body, loving what she was seeing, and loving that is was all hers.
"I love spending time with you, Emily." - she said, smiling as her hand trailed down Emily's body, stopping at her thigh.

"I..." - Emily didn't know how to respond at first, but then words slipped out of her mouth, like they were supposed to. "I do too." - she cupped Sue's face and kissed her in the most passionate way she was capable of.

Sue smiled at her flustered poet. She loved seeing emily so vulnerable. So needy. Sue glided her hand to touch Emily's hand entangling their fingers. She leaned in kissing Emily's neck gently. As she continued she was doing, her other hand began grabbing the poet's breast.

Emily had never felt like this before, like she wanted Sue to fuck her just from kissing her. It made Emily feel hot, like it would burn off her if they didn't get this done now. The poet felt wanted, she hasn't felt that way in a long time. She moaned almost inaudibly at Sue's touch and enjoyed every second of it. While all of this happened, the water poured all over the two girls, making Emily feel like they were out in the rain, kissing like in a romantic comedy. That was a good thought.

Sue didn't know what she was doing. She was out of her comfort zone when it came to pleasing women but she wanted, no, needed to please Emily. She sighed gently.

"I'm sorry if I'm bad at this, but I just really want to make you feel good." - she said, whispering in the poet's ear. She bit her lip and pushed her knee into Emily, trying to remember what she had seen in pornos or what guys had done to her.

Emily tried to hold back a moan, for she was not expecting this. The poet started stroking Sue's hair softly.

"Don't apologize." - Emily spoke through a breathy moan. She was enjoying this, Sue's touch.

Emily's mind went somewhere else in this moment as she closed her eyes for a few seconds, thinking about everything that was happening and more. When she was finally able to come back to reality, she was actually getting wet because of everything Sue was doing. Hell, she would be wet even if Sue just existed next to her. The poet blushed deeply. What kind of fantasy was going on here? It has always been something like a dream of Emily's to have sex in the shower and now it was finally happening. It felt so good.

Sue felt empowered by Emily's moans. As if they were her source of energy. She needed more from the poet. She kissed Emily's neck, her hands roaming her body, eventually stopping on her breasts, massaging them gently.
She couldn't help but be turned on by pleasing Emily. Even the thought of being able to make Emily orgasm was making her get butterflies in her stomach. She sighed against Emily's neck and pulled back, looking into the poet's eyes, seeing the lust embedded in them. The singer ran a hand down to where her knee was and stayed there not moving, still being too nervous to actually touch Emily.

The poet slowly reached out with one hand caressing Sue's shoulder, holding it there lightly, waiting to see if Sue will take the initiative to touch her. Emily didn't say anything, just held the singer's gaze. She wanted Sue to continue.

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay, guys! It's just that both me and my co-writer were busy and didn't have much time for the story, but I promise I'll update more regularly. Anyway. Very interesting things are to come in this book, so stay tuned!