Emma

Part 8

The next morning, Emma was the first one to wake up. She hadn't slept much, but she felt perfectly fine. She smiled in the dark room, her eyes on the ceiling, before she turned her gaze to the woman still lying next to her and looked at every inch of her sleeping, relaxed face. The images of the previous night's lovemaking flooded her and she felt her cheeks heat when her body remembered the sensations brought by Alex's tongue. God, it was so good! She stared at the ceiling again and blew out several breaths. She gently leaned on her side as she didn't wish to wake Alex up. Emma watched her sleep and pondered on the days she had spent with her. How could she be so peaceful after the hell she had been through? She thought less and less of Denis. She felt as if she was floating, overwhelmed by a sensation of well-being. How could one person make you feel like that in just a few days? Alex listened to her, pampered her and respected her. She was there at every moment, and she had touched her soul. "Magical" was the best word to describe the previous night. Emma remembered every feeling, every action, every remark, and every sigh. She closed her eyes again at the overflow of emotions and slowly opened them to look at the young woman lying in front of her. Then Emma moved steadily toward her face. Her mouth landed on her partner's for a soft, tender kiss. She felt her smile, opened her lips, and deepened the kiss.

"Hi there," Emma whispered.

"Hi."

Alex's eyes were still closed, but she put an arm around Emma's waist and hugged her tightly. Their legs intertwined as if they had always been together and they strived to be as close as possible. Emma kept her attention on Alex's mouth.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Hmm... What time is it?"

"Still early, don't worry."

Emma moved from her lips to her neck, which she showered with kisses. She traveled up to her cheek, her forehead, and down to the tip of her nose. She was going to put her lips tenderly on her partner's when Alex picked her up for a deeper kiss. She flipped Emma on her back and loomed over her, before she finally opened her eyes.

"How very early?" she asked mischievously, while her hands cupped Emma's face.

Emma smiled and answered with the same look.

"Very early, meaning there's still time!"

They stared at each other for a moment before Alex grabbed Emma's lower lip between her teeth and eased her bite with her tongue. Emma closed her eyes; she couldn't get enough of this exquisite sensation, and her body was already stretching toward her partner's. Alex tightened her grip and moved to slide her firm thigh more intimately between Emma's legs, which spread to accommodate her. Alex had been awakened in the most beautiful manner. To tell the truth, she didn't care about the time. She swayed against Emma's body very slowly, their intimacies slipped on each other in a sensual way. The musky scent of their arousal was already filling the air. Alex kept on kissing her, pressing tightly against her. Her kisses became lighter. Her tongue dotted Emma with delicate and loving caresses. Emma let herself be carried away again. Alex, her body, her tongue, her hands, her whole being, made love to her again in the most splendid fashion. She let herself go and enjoy this intense moment. She welcomed each tingling, each sensation, each burning, each rise of pleasure, before allowing her body to vibrate and shake.

Still intimately entwined, the two young women basked in the afterglow. Alex stroked Emma's skin tirelessly, as she cuddled against her shoulder. She heaved a sigh of relief before breaking the silence.

"I have to go," she whispered.

"Yes, I know."

"I wish I could have stayed like this all day, you know."