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“Kiss me, then,” I said.
“Just one more thing.” Before I knew she was doing it, she was stripping out of her pants and we were both naked. That was better and it gave me a chance to see her in all her glory.
“That’s definitely better,” I said, as she crawled on the bed and came toward me.
“I barely slept because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About this.” She stroked my face. “I know you need time, but don’t you feel it? Don’t you feel this?” She took my hand and squeezed it so hard that it hurt.
“Yes, but I still don’t know what to think, Em. I’m sorry.” She kissed my hand and then brushed some hair away from my face.
“That’s okay. You don’t have to think for a while. I’ll do all your thinking for you.” That sounded like an amazing plan. My brain worked way too hard all the time and anything that gave me a break was much appreciated. The fact that I also got to see tits was a bonus.
Emma kissed me softly. So softly that I pressed up to get more of her, but she held me down with one hand.
“Slow. We don’t have to race. We have all night. Fuck sleep.” I wanted to correct her and say that we were going to fuck instead of sleep, but I couldn’t form the words.
“Just go slow.” I could do that. I didn’t have to do everything at a frantic pace just because that’s how my brain usually functioned.
I could try, at least.
“Slow,” I said, and she tenderly kissed me again. I held myself back from lunging at her and let her ply my lips with hers, taking small sips instead of big gulps of kisses. Her mouth cradled mine and took care of me. I kissed her back, falling into the slowness and enjoying it. Making out was so underrated. Teenagers had it right. Making out was awesome, and at least we didn’t have to do it in the back of a car and worry if our parents were going to catch us.
Emma suckled on my bottom lip and I felt a shift in the air. She rolled on top of me and the shock of all of that skin was like jumping into a lake that was on fire. All my nerves overloaded.
“You okay?” she asked, because I’d stopped focusing on kissing her because there was so much skin contact happening. Especially in certain, more sensitive, places.
“Yup. Just . . . wow. Being naked with you is fucking awesome.” It sounded silly when I said it, and she laughed a little.
“It is, isn’t it? We have a lot of time to make up for, don’t we?” We did. I didn’t want to think about the fact that we could have been doing this for years. We could have been like this for years now. A sick feeling of regret churned in my stomach and I wanted to ignore it so it wouldn’t poison our moment.
“Yeah, we do. Please kiss me again.” I ran my hands up and down her soft arms. She was always so warm, and it was nice because I was always cold. As if we were created to perfectly balance each other out. Maybe we had been.
“If you insist,” she said, and her lips met mine again.
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WE KISSED FOR WHATmight have been hours. It was glorious and sweet and perfect, even if I forgot to breathe a few times and Emma had to remind me, and our hair got caught or in our mouths. It was still perfect. I ran my hands up and down her back, counting each knob of her spine. I wanted to know every single corner and crevice and curve of her body better than my own.
Emma’s hands kept creeping further up my thigh and I started to laugh. She immediately pulled away from the kiss.
“Something funny?” she asked.
“Just you trying to be stealthy. I can feel where your hand is going, you know.” We both looked down to see her stroking the inside of my left thigh. She wiggled her fingers in a little wave.
“I should hope you know where I’m going. Do you want me to keep going there?” she asked.
“Yeah, you can keep going where you’re going. I’m on board. I’m completely on board. I kind of wish I was touching you like this instead, but I guess I’ll take one for the team.” She snorted.
“Yeah, I’m sure this is awful for you. A real sacrifice.”
“It’s true. I’m a saint.” I fluttered my eyelashes at her and she fluttered her fingers upward and then I wasn’t joking with her anymore.
“Saint Callyn, patron of puppies and pizza.” I wanted to tell her that I liked that assessment, but I couldn’t make my words work. I was too busy focusing all my attention on her tricky fingers that were making a slow and torturous travel up to where I needed them to be. I wanted to speed things along, but she’d said we were going to take things slow. I could do slow. I could be patient.
“Sweet Callyn, who I’m going to fuck,” she said in my ear, before lightly nipping the lobe. I had died. She was touching my ghost. There was no way I could still be alive after she said that.
“Breathe, Cal,” she said, kissing my neck and then working her way down my body. My thighs were pushed apart and she crouched between them, her fabulous ass in the air and a wicked smile on her face. This was an Emma I had never seen and I had been too overwhelmed with everything last night to register that part of it. The way her eyes changed and her energy changed and she turned into this vicious sex goddess who wanted nothing more than to murder me with pleasure. Perhaps that was what she did want.
“You ready, Cal?” she asked. No, I wasn’t, but I nodded anyway and gave in to the sex goddess that my Emma had turned into. It was the only thing to do, really.
