The Beginning, page 30
part #0.50 of Off Screen Series
Emma moaned.
“Look at me, Em,” Addison said.
Emma opened her eyes and looked at Addison.
Addison smiled softly and kissed Emma’s forehead. She moved her hips back and slowly forward again until Emma gasped.
Emma’s head started to spin as the pace and force of Addison’s hips increased gradually. She felt Addison pull her closer and fill her deeper. “Oh, God, Addy,” she moaned.
Addison kept her thrusts slow and even, allowing them to penetrate Emma more deeply each time. Emma adjusted to the sensation and her hips began to follow along in a rhythmic dance that made Addison dizzy. Each time Emma rocked her hips it sent a pulse through Addison’s core. She struggled to maintain the pace of her movements, a surge of desire begged her to take Emma more forcefully. Addison wanted Emma to feel safe, to feel connected to her. She steadied her breathing and maintained her gentle movements.
Emma looked up into Addison’s eyes and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Addison’s breasts brushed against hers and Emma immediately felt her nipples tingle in response. Addison’s grinding against her brought the silky sensation of her negligee in repeated contact with her nipples, steadily arousing her more. She could feel Addison’s breath on her neck. Emma kissed Addison’s forehead and tasted the saltiness in the droplets of sweat that had formed from Addison’s physical exertion. Addison was so close to her. Addison was inside of her. Emma moaned at the realization. “Addy, please—harder,” she begged.
Addison felt her heart rise into her throat. It thundered so wildly that she could hear the swishing of her pulse in her ears. She claimed Emma’s mouth with a heated kiss that registered in every nerve-ending in her body. Addison increased the pace and intensity of her thrusts. Her motions became more insistent, moving Emma’s body with their strength. “Oh God, Em—Em,” Addison called to her wife as they rocked urgently against one another. Addison was sure that Emma’s grip would leave permanent marks on her back, but she didn’t care. It would be evidence of their passion.
“Please, Addy. God, you feel so good,” Emma breathed the words into Addison’s ear, pulling her closer. “I can feel you.”
Every few seconds, Addison’s heart skipped a beat or two. She kissed Emma’s neck and bit down gently.
Emma cried out and pulled Addison to face her.
Emma lifted her hips upward urgently and Addison felt herself begin to tremble. “Em,” Addison barely managed to speak Emma’s name before she felt the first wave of flutters begin traveling through her core. She fought against the urge to stop and succumb to the pleasure and deliberately pressed herself deeper into Emma.
“Addy!” Emma screamed Addison’s name in a desperate cry unlike Addison had ever heard. She pulled Addison’s face to look at her as they both crested. “So, perfect,” Emma managed as both their bodies submitted to violent quaking that neither was sure would ever subside.
Addison held Emma and continued the movement of her hips gently. Just as they both began to still, another wave pulled Emma under and she grabbed onto Addison in an attempt to ground herself.
Addison followed Emma over the edge again, shaking as Emma took hold of her face in her hands tenderly. Addison’s movement finally stilled, and she closed her eyes.
Emma kissed Addison’s eyelids lovingly. “You are amazing,” she said breathlessly.
Addison opened her eyes and smiled. She could feel Emma’s body as it continued to quiver beneath her. “Are you okay?” she asked Emma.
“I’m perfect,” Emma promised. “Are you? I mean—”
Addison silenced Emma’s question with a kiss. “You don’t ever need to worry about telling me what you need, Em.”
“I know,” Emma admitted as Addison finally withdrew from her and collapsed beside her. “I guess— well, I was a little afraid, you know?”
“Afraid of what?” Addison asked.
“What you would think. That it would be awkward,” Emma confessed.
“Em, making love to you could never be awkward.” Addison chuckled. “Sometimes I feel awkward, but then you look at me and it disappears.”
Emma snuggled against Addison and ran her fingers over Addison’s skin. “I just wanted to be as close to you as I could. I mean, we’re always close, but—”
“Stop trying to explain something you don’t need to,” Addison said. She shifted to remove her gift and laughed.
“What?” Emma asked nervously.
“You really were on a mission to find everything you could in black,” Addison observed.
Emma shrugged. “I told you, you didn’t specify the items. You left that up to me.”
“Remind me to do that more often,” Addison said as she climbed back into the bed and pulled Emma into her arms.
Emma closed her eyes contentedly. Addison’s warm embrace made her feel safe and loved. She relaxed and enjoyed the light stroking of Addison’s fingertips as they glided up and down her back “Addy?”
“Hum?”
“What do you think will happen to Genevieve and Jack after everything blows up?”
“I don’t know. There’s so many possibilities. Endless possibilities, really. Why?”
“No reason,” Emma said.
“Em?” Addison looked down at Emma whose lips had curled into a sly smile. “Why do I think there is something you are not telling me?”
“Like you said, Addy, there are endless possibilities,” Emma answered. She nestled into Addison and released a sigh.
Addison chuckled. She could feel Emma’s breathing as it evened out and deepened. There were times Emma fell asleep in a split second. Addison would lie awake and watch her sleep. Mm-hum, there is definitely something you are not telling me. Addison closed her eyes and began a journey through her imagination. Endless possibilities. Endless.
J A Armstrong, The Beginning
