Teaching jj

Chapter 38

Emily started by leaving soft trails of kisses along JJ's neck and collarbone, eventually allowing her lips to brush lightly against JJ's right breast. The one without the scar. She kissed her way around it in circles, repeating the pattern by slowly dragging her tongue against the smooth flesh. JJ's nipples seemed to harden with every careful maneuver of Emily's mouth and tongue until they were practically pointed toward the starry moonlit sky above.

When Emily began to encircle JJ's breast with her tongue, carefully avoiding any contact with her nipple, it was JJ who moaned, "Emily ... I'm ready."

"You sure?" Emily asked, raising her head - and, unlike before, she didn't see fear or trepidation in JJ's eyes. Only desire.

When JJ nodded in response, Emily leaned down and flicked her tongue against JJ's rosy, pencil-hard nipple, waiting until she heard a sigh of contentment from above before doing it again. And again. And again. Ordinarily, with any other lover, Emily's brief tongue movements would have been the ultimate tease. But this was different. This was about trying to restore sensation, not about trying to enhance it. So she continued to flick her tongue against that nipple for at least five minutes before she heard JJ whimper, "Please ... put it in your mouth."

Hesitantly, Emily opened her mouth against JJ's nipple and part of her surrounding breast, rhythmically swirling her tongue in circles around the area.

"No," JJ murmured quietly. "I mean, suck on it."

So Emily did. Keeping her lips pursed and teeth retracted, she gently sucked on JJ's nipple, while her hands roamed against JJ's body, stroking her stomach and her arms and her pants-covered legs, trying to reinforce the knowledge that JJ was safe here with Emily, safe in a way she never had been or would be with Will.

"Emily, stop treating me like a victim and suck on my fucking nipple already!" JJ groaned, pushing Emily's face hard against her body, fingers tangled in the black hair beneath her.

JJ was right. It had been at least twenty minutes since she'd first started to prepare JJ for this, and the only reason Emily had stalled for so long was out of fear: not JJ's fear of being bitten, but her own fear that JJ didn't trust her enough to permit her to try and undo the damage that had been done to her. She began to suckle on JJ's nipple, lightly at first and then when JJ clawed her fingernails into Emily's scalp with increasing force, she found that she was essentially making love to that nipple with her mouth and her tongue.

"I need to come," JJ cried out suddenly, removing her right hand from the back of Emily's head to reach underneath her jeans and her panties. There was no time for unbuttoning and unzipping; she breathed in deeply to flatten her stomach and reached downward to wildly stroke her clit. If anything, the impediment of her clothing preventing her wrist from thrashing in circles only heightened her excitement. "Suck harder," she begged, her pelvis rising as her hand turned numb.

One final, deep, prolonged suck of her pencil-eraser nipple, along with Emily's hands cupping that breast and squeezing it with both hands sent JJ over the edge, her body pulsating in a rapid orgasmic crescendo that seemed to last and last and last and she didn't even realize that she'd screamed out Emily's name until the words left her throat and she'd collapsed against the blanket, her blonde hair splayed perfectly around her head and neck. Like an angel.