The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Adele stirred awake, her body still entangled with Emma’s. For a moment, she simply lay there, savoring the warmth and softness of Emma beside her, the gentle rise and fall of her chest a soothing rhythm that made Adele’s heart swell with emotion.
But as the memories of the previous night came flooding back, a surge of possessiveness and protectiveness coursed through Adele. She tightened her hold on Emma, pulling her closer, as if to assure herself that this was real, that Emma was here, with her.
Emma stirred, her eyes fluttering open, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked up at Adele. “Morning,” she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep.
Adele smiled back, brushing a strand of hair from Emma’s face. “Morning, love,” she replied, her voice soft but filled with a fierce protectiveness that hadn’t been there before.
Emma’s smile widened, and she leaned up to press a gentle kiss to Adele’s lips. “Last night…” she began, but Adele silenced her with another kiss, this one deeper, more urgent.
“It was perfect,” Adele whispered against her lips, her hands sliding down Emma’s back, tracing the curve of her spine. “You’re perfect.”
Emma’s breath hitched at the intensity in Adele’s voice, her body responding immediately to the touch. But as she relaxed into Adele’s embrace, a flicker of uncertainty crossed her mind, something that had been nagging at her since last night.
“Adele,” she began hesitantly, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. “Why are you so… protective? I mean, I understand it now, after what we’ve shared, but… it feels like there’s more to it.”
Adele’s expression darkened for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she thought about how to answer. She didn’t want to scare Emma, didn’t want to burden her with the weight of her own insecurities. But Emma deserved the truth.
“I’ve lost people before,” Adele admitted quietly, her fingers gently stroking Emma’s cheek. “People I cared about, people I loved. And I’m terrified of losing you too. That’s why I’ve been… possessive, I suppose. But it’s because I care about you, Emma. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone.”
Emma’s heart swelled at the admission, and she reached up to cup Adele’s face, her thumbs brushing over her cheeks. “You’re not going to lose me,” she whispered, her voice filled with conviction. “I’m here, Adele. I’m not going anywhere.”
Adele’s eyes softened at her words, but there was still a lingering doubt in her gaze, a fear that she couldn’t quite shake. And that fear only grew as she thought about how others might try to come between them, how easily she could lose Emma to someone else.
“Promise me,” Adele whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “Promise me you won’t leave.”
Emma’s heart broke a little at the vulnerability in Adele’s voice, and she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I promise,” she murmured against her lips. “I’m yours, Adele. No one else’s.”
The words sent a thrill through Adele, and she kissed Emma again, harder this time, her hands roaming over her body with a possessive urgency that made Emma gasp. Emma responded in kind, her hands slipping under Adele’s shirt, her fingers tracing the lines of her muscles, exploring the familiar terrain with a newfound intensity.
Adele pushed Emma back against the pillows, her body pressing against hers as she deepened the kiss, her hands sliding down to the hem of Emma’s shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. Emma shivered at the sudden exposure, but the heat in Adele’s gaze banished any lingering insecurity.
Adele’s lips trailed down Emma’s neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that made Emma arch into her touch, her body craving more, needing more. Adele’s hands explored her body with a reverence that made Emma feel cherished, adored, as if she were the most precious thing in the world.
As Adele’s kisses grew bolder, more insistent, Emma’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hands gripping Adele’s shoulders, pulling her closer, needing to feel every inch of her. Adele’s touch was possessive, demanding, but also filled with a tenderness that made Emma’s heart ache with love.
When Adele’s lips finally found hers again, the kiss was electric, a raw expression of the desire and love that had been building between them for so long. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and need that left them both breathless.
Adele’s hands slid down Emma’s sides, her fingers brushing against the waistband of her pants. She paused for a moment, her eyes searching Emma’s for any sign of hesitation, but all she saw was desire, trust, and a deep, unyielding love.
With a swift motion, Adele pulled Emma’s pants down, her hands exploring the newly exposed skin with a reverence that made Emma shiver with anticipation. Emma moaned softly, her body arching into Adele’s touch, craving more, needing more.
Adele’s hands and lips moved in perfect synchrony, exploring every inch of Emma’s body, worshipping her with a devotion that left Emma breathless. Emma’s hands roamed over Adele’s body, pulling her closer, needing to feel every inch of her, needing to be as close to her as possible.
Their movements became more frantic, more urgent, as the tension between them built to a fever pitch. Adele’s hands gripped Emma’s hips, holding her in place as she moved against her, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and desire that left them both trembling with pleasure.
As they reached the peak of their passion, Adele’s grip on Emma tightened, her lips pressing against her neck as she whispered words of love, of devotion, of a desire so deep it bordered on obsession. Emma’s body responded to every touch, every kiss, her moans growing louder as she surrendered completely to the moment.
And when the tension finally snapped, when the wave of pleasure crashed over them, it was like nothing they had ever experienced before. It was raw, it was intense, and it was utterly perfect.
They lay there together, tangled in each other’s arms, their bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of their passion. Adele pressed soft kisses to Emma’s forehead, her fingers gently stroking her hair as they both caught their breath.
“I love you,” Adele whispered, her voice soft but filled with a fierce protectiveness that Emma had come to cherish.
Emma smiled, her heart swelling with love as she looked up at Adele. “I love you too,” she replied, her voice steady and full of conviction.
Adele’s heart soared at the words, and she kissed Emma again, a slow, lingering kiss that was filled with all the love and passion she felt for her.
As they lay there together, the morning sun casting a warm glow over them, Adele knew that she would do anything to protect what they had, to keep Emma safe and close to her. Because this was it—this was everything she had ever wanted, and she wasn’t about to let it slip away.
Not now, not ever.
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Between The Notes
RomanceIt's about Emma a shy pianist who gets a job as a pianist in adele(the famouse singer) team. It's a romantic lesbian story based on my imagination.
