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"What?"

"Did I stutter?" I repeated her words back to her.

"I-" Emily broke off, scoffing; her cheeks were uncharacteristically rosy. Was she... blushing?

"C'mon, don't be so shy. It was your idea. I'm merely taking you up on it." I teased. "So, are you going to spank me, or should I... go look for someone who will?"

I was teasing and we both knew it; i had zero intention of looking for anyone else. If she denied me, I'd sulk back to my room and pout. I'd avoid her for a few days until i could look her in the eye again.

But, what that being said, I knew I had her when her eyes narrowed and her pupils dilated. Emily's hands were in my hair, pulling the elastic free and bringing my mouth to hers. I gasped, surprised by the force, as her tongue, possessive and fierce, licked into my mouth.

"Fuck." She growled, taking my lower lip between her teeth, drawing a deep moan from me. I held onto her, afraid my knees would go weak, and the spell would be broken. "You're a pain in my ass, Rita."

I merely moaned against her, trying to draw her deeper into me. If being a pain in the ass got me here, I'd do it a thousand times over.

As we kissed, the fingers of her right hand slid from my hair and wrapped around my throat, tightening against the sides to constrict my breath.  I fought down the uncomfortable feeling it brought to life in the pit of my stomach. 

"Safe word." Emily whispered against my mouth. "If we're going to do this, you need to have one."

"Ringwald." I whispered.

She drew back, her fingers loosening around my neck; she tilted her head, considering me. She blinked. "As in...?"

"Molly, of course. Seemed fitting, considering-"

"I remember." She interjected, the epitome of fond. She pressed a gentle kiss to my mouth, the softness such a contrast to moments before.

Her fingers moved from my neck and into my hair again as she kissed me, slow and tantalizing.

A gasp tore from my mouth as she pulled my head to the side sharply and pressed a wet kiss just under my ear. She whispered against the tender flesh, "I'm going to wreck you, Rita. Do you want that?"

I was already so impossibly wet and felt myself throb in response to her words. Goosebumps pimpled my flesh and I whimpered, "Yes."

I was nearly panting, two seconds away from humping her leg like a dog.

"Please, Emily. I want you to hurt me. I wanna feel you tomorrow, while you're at work."

Emily groaned, almost pained, pressing her mouth back to mine in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth. Her hands were in my hair, while mine slid beneath her blouse, her toned stomach smooth beneath my fingertips.

I thought about all the ways I wanted this, and how it had to be Emily. It was always going to be Emily.

I threw my head back, breath rushing out of me as her hand came in contact with my womanhood, fingers dipping between my lower lips.

"Jesus Christ." She mumbled against my mouth, sliding her fingers through my folds and drawing another moan from deep inside me. She pressed a kiss against the side of my face as I tried to form words. "You always were so wet for me, weren't you, baby?"

The pet-name sent a thrill through me as she pulled away, leaving me reeling. "Get these off and I'll be right back."

I obeyed, whining softly as she left the room. I wanted nothing more than to have her hands on me again.

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