Would you Swallow all your Pride?

Chapter Thirty-Three: Ebony.

"J-just like that..." Emma murmured, hips moving nonstop. Wilhemina made sure to press her palm against Emma's clitoris, while her fingers pumped in and out in a nice rhythm. Everything felt mechanical. I think I want to go home. Her eyes fell down to Emma's breasts again, and while they looked utterly seductive, Venable couldn't match the numbness of her feelings to the fire between her legs. "Yes... oh—oh..." Emma's moans grew higher, and so Wilhemina added a little bit more of force into her actions. Emma's back arched even more, and Venable made sure to support her. "I... Wilhemina..." Emma now glued her forehead against Venable's, staring at her eyes. That was so intimate, to feel Emma's walls contracting against her fingers and have her eyes on hers, sharing the same air. And still... nothing. "I... I-I...!" Emma's mouth opened in a silent scream. Wilhemina bit her lower lip as she watched the way Emma's body moved; the way small beads of sweat covered her beautiful chest and neck. Her fingers felt every single motion of Emma's walls until they grew still, and so Wilhemina slowly moved the digits up to caress Emma's clitoris a bit more. Emma leaned her head against one of Venable's shoulders, panting harshly. Strawberry invaded her nostrils once again. Numb. I feel numb.

Wilhemina could hear Emma's breath slowly coming down, getting back to its usual rhythm. Emma's fingers began to caress her hair again, and her hips twitched as she pulled away from Venable's fingers. "Mgh," she whimpered. Wilhemina got the clue and pulled her hand away, caressing her hips. "Oh..." Emma took a final deep breath. Venable stared at the couch in front of her, eyes focused on nothing at all. This was a mistake. Emma's lips pressed on her jaw, sucking softly on it. "You fucked me good," she whispered, voice tired from all the moaning. Wilhemina couldn't help but grimace freely this time. "I want to return the favor..." Emma's lips moved up, nibbling on Wilhemina's skin. Venable's whole body raised with uncomfortable goosebumps. She reached for Emma's lips and kissed them once.

"I'm okay. Not now."

Emma pulled away with a pout. She stared at brown eyes. "Are you sure? I was really looking forward to it..." Emma played with the colar of Wilhemina's dress, teasing her skin with her fingertips. Wilhemina gulped and shook her head. The adrenaline was washing down and her mind was starting to think clearly again.

"I'm okay." I'm definitely not okay. Venable sat up a little better. Her fingers had begun to dry, and she couldn't help but want to just not feel them right now. I should call Billie Dean. "I need to use the restroom."

Emma sighed. "Alright, just..." She leaned her head back on Wilhemina's shoulder, caressing her scalp gently. "Give me a moment," she murmured and pecked her neck sweetly. Even though Emma sounded absolutely lovely, Venable just wasn't feeling comfortable. It was like her body had a billion ants crawling all over it, begging her to leave the position she was at. Her hands struggled to remain on Emma's hips. "That was really good," Emma whispered after a moment. Wilhemina worried her teeth with her lower lip, nibbling on them nonstop.

"Mhm."

Emma hummed again. She took a deep breath against Venable's neck. "I love how you smell... and how you feel..." Her fingers kept on lazily caressing Wilhemina's scalp. Venable struggled not to throw Emma off of her lap and run to the bathroom to clean her hands and mind. She felt so incredibly guilty; Emma had never meant bad, and now she was on top of her, whispering sweet nothings while Wilhemina's thoughts were anywhere but on Emma. This is not fair. What have I done? Guilt crawled more and more inside her chest. Emma's bare torso pressed against the cloth of Venable's purple dress, and Wilhemina thanked the Gods that it was Winter and that the cloth was heavy. "Alright," Emma breathed out as she pulled away to lazily get up. As soon as she did so, Wilhemina ran to the bathroom.