What The Heart Wants

Chapter 17

**** Mature Audience Only ****

Emily allowed Alison to dry her off, standing there in her birthday suite. Watching the blonde, smiling at her, her eyes big and brown, glowing as the fair skin woman use the towel on her. With the most delicate touches Alison dried Emily off. First starting with her hair then the rest of her, pausing every now and than in order to scatter quick kisses across her skin.

Cherishing her.

Loving on her.

Alison knelt to dry Emily's thighs, to rub the towel a little longer than necessary along the back of her knees and down to her slender feet with their purple-painted toes.

When Emily stopped shivering, Alison tossed the towel aside. Sinking back on her bent knees, she looked up Emily's body as her new she gazed down at her.

How could Alison resist a long, through touch? The blonde trailed a slow hand up Emily's shin, over her knee, along the firm skin of her thigh to the soft tan pillow of flesh where her thighs joined. She was just so pretty. With that neat strip of hair, that tempting pink cleft.

Alison eased a finger into the wet heat of her folds. Emily sighed and a low moan escaped her mouth. "More, please," she said, sweet and soft and oh, so tender.

Alison gave her more, slipping another finger in, using her other hand to grasp her waist, to hold Emily in place while she touched her at will. And then, wanting even more, she leaned into her and used her mouth, too.

Emily signaled her approval with a hungry little cry as the brunette widened her stance for her. Alison took full advantage, kissing her, touching her deeply, moving her fingers within her, trying to pick up every cue of Emily's body gave her, trying to show her how much she wanted her through sheer attentiveness to her needs.

It was amazing. It had been such a long time for Alison, years, since sex had been like this - a glow that got brighter, a hot shiver that kept getting stronger, burning wetter, quivering harder, a feeling of wonder, a pleasure so deep.

Alison's body ached to have her, her hardness painful against the prison of her fly. But she wanted to make it last, take her time with Emily, to caress every inch of her, drink every drop she had to offer.

Life could be so cruel sometimes. She might never get this chance again. She was going to make this last. All night.

"Ali..." Her Emmy whimpered.

"Mmm... Yes, baby?" Alison answered obediently.

"I'm gonna.... oh God-" The brunette bit her lip as she grabbed a fist full of Alison's blonde hair. Blue eyes immediately looking up as her lips took one long lick up her goddess folds.

Alison had to see. She couldn't miss this. Not with Emily in the throes of pleasure. Dark brown hair falling down those beautiful shoulders as her head tilted back. The tan girl trying her best to swallow her moans as she pushed the blonde girl closer into her most intimate place. Riding her face as her hips started to rock to the rhythm of the fair skin girl's two fingers. Pumping in and out of her.

"Come..." Alison demanded. Watching her girl, trying to hold on. Then not being able to help it any longer. Brought her lips back onto Emily, sucking on her clit before flicking her tongue back and forth over it.

Emily came on her tongue. It was straight-on amazing, her smooth thighs wide, fingers fisted in her hair, her head thrown back, her slim neck straining as she moaned and begged her, "Please, yes. That. Like that..."

Alison stayed with her, drinking her, until the pulsing within her settled to a faint throb.

And then she commanded her, "Again."