Page 24 of Right Where You Left Me

Emma

A million different emotions flit over Sage’s face until it settles on a look of pure hunger. “You need me, Emma?” She asks and her voice sounds like she swallowed gravel.

I nod, heart pounding in my chest as I rub against her thigh again. The move presses just right, making heat coil in my stomach. I feel wild, feral. Possessed by the need to have her touching me. “Please.” I beg.

That word has her moving. She scoops me up and with fast moving feet carries me to her bedroom. She closes the door with her foot and drops me on her bed. I let out a little ‘oof’ as I hit the mattress and quickly scoot up and settle against her soft pillows at the base of her headboard.

Her eyes follow me the entire time, tongue swiping her bottom lip. “You are so beautiful.” She says, her eyes tracking across me. “Can I get you naked, baby?”

A whimper leaves me and I don’t have time to answer before she’s on top of me. Her hands pulling at the hem of my shirt. “Fuck, please baby. Can I take these off of you? I need to see you, need to feel your perfect skin.”

“Yes. Please. Oh my god.” I wheeze. I don’t think I have ever been this horny in my goddamn life.

She chuckles wickedly against my throat and pulls my shirt up, the fabric kissing my skin as it makes its way off my body.

Her hands move to the button of my jeans next and so tortuously slow, pulls them open and down my legs.

She teases soft kisses down each leg as they’re freed from the fabric.

I’m breathing heavily now, watching her as she crawls back up my body.

She moves like a predator who’s locked on to her very, very willing prey.

I squirm underneath her and gasp when her mouth lands on my collarbone.

Her teeth graze along the side of my neck as her hands slowly travel down my chest and stomach.

Her fingers hook into the top of the baby pink thong I wore tonight.

“You wore lace for me?” She croons, her eyes flashing with heat.

“So sexy, all laid out for me like the perfect little present. I can’t wait to unwrap you. ”

“I want you undressed too.” I find myself saying. Somehow, speech hasn’t left me yet. Although with the way Sage is nibbling on my skin, I don’t know how much longer I’ll be in control of myself.

“You want to get me naked, baby?” She murmurs. “Want to strip me down for yourself?”

“Sage, I swear if you aren’t naked in the next thirty seconds I might cry.”

“Oh, well I don’t want you crying anything other than my name tonight.

” She says, nipping me one more time before she sits upright.

And fuck me she is so hot, I really might cry.

Her muscles ripple as she strips her shirt off and over her head.

Her tattoos, and just her , are like a living, breathing work of art.

Her chest is covered in a black cotton bra and I run my fingers over the material, relishing in the way her breath hitches in her throat.

“Pants, now.” I say. “Please.”

She laughs and lifts herself enough that she can pull her jeans off. And then we’re both pressed close, only in our underwear. I can feel myself vibrating as she kisses my neck, her fingers playing with the lace of my bra.

“Sage.” I gasp when I feel the fingers of her other hand move down my stomach and toward my aching cunt. “I need?—”

“I know, baby. I know.”

“No. I need to tell you something.”

Her kisses stop and those golden green eyes meet mine, so full of affection and patience.

I swallow the knot in my throat. “I’ve never—” I let out a sharp breath through my nose.

This shouldn’t be embarrassing to admit.

I just want her to know in case… I’m bad.

At this. “I’ve never done this… with another woman.

I’ve kissed someone, I just haven’t... I—” Her mouth tilts in a soft smile.

“That’s okay.” She says softly.

“But what if I’m bad?—”

Her fingers press against my lips, cutting me off. “Do not finish that thought.” Her eyes flick to my mouth. “Now, I’m going to kiss you again, and then I’m going to make you feel so fucking good. Okay?”

I nod against her fingers and give them a soft kiss.

“Good.” She says and kisses me. Her lips move with mine until she coaxes my tongue out with her own.

I whimper and I can tell it’s riling her up because she starts rubbing against me, letting out soft pants as we kiss and grind against each other.

I shudder against her as white hot pleasure shoots through my body.

She rips her mouth from mine and starts kissing my cheeks, my nose, every part of my face she can.

“These freckles.” She rasps. “I love them. I’ve always loved them. ”

I am a puddle. Just, a malleable mushy thing in Sage’s arms. The way she makes me feel, so hot but also so cared for at the same time. I’ve never?—

Her mouth moves from my cheeks, down my neck, to my chest. She kisses each of the spots on my speckled skin.

She hovers over my bra and looks at me questioningly.

I nod and she takes it off with one hand, the other moving to cup my breast with a groan.

She descends on me, sucking a nipple into her mouth roughly and I let out a wail as she works me over.

Between her mouth and her fingers I don’t know where the pleasure starts and ends.

I’m writhing beneath her, a live wire. I don’t know how much longer I can take this without relief.

I can feel myself below, wet and wanting. Aching .

“Sage.” I whimper.

“I know, baby.” Her hand moves from my breast and into my underwear.

“Oh my fuck.” She groans. “So wet for me. So perfect.” Sage’s fingers circle my clit and I keen at the pressure.

It feels so good. It’s never felt like this before.

I don’t understand— God, I want more. I’m pressing against her, trying to get the pressure my body is craving and she chuckles. “So needy too.”

“Please.” Is all I manage to cry out. I feel wild and feral with need. My skin feels hot and cold at the same time and I need her to touch me everywhere. I’m feeling too much and not enough and she’s the only one that can make it better.

My underwear is ripped off, and before I can even blink her mouth moves from my chest to my core and the noise I make would be embarrassing if this was anyone other than Sage.

Her mouth works me over as her tongue laves against my clit in a steady rhythm.

Her fingers join in, curving to hit me just right.

It feels like my skin is on fire. Like there is electricity in my veins and she keeps going and going.

I can feel my orgasm building and I almost can’t believe it.

It’s been minutes and I’m already so close.

This is— I scream out as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt rolls through my entire body.

Stars dance behind my eyes as I hover on this side of consciousness and I can feel her fingers drawing out my orgasm.

I’m gasping as I come back into myself and look down to see her eyes burning hot. “That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.” She rasps.

“Can I— I want to do that to you now.” I somehow manage to say.

Her nostrils flare, body coming back up to brace me. “You don’t have to. I’ll make you come all night if that’s what you want instead.”

“I want to.” I say, firmly. Strong. “Please.” Don’t say no. I’ve never wanted to do something like this so badly in my life.

She leans down and presses a filthy kiss to my lips. “Alright, baby.”

She lets me flip her over until it’s my mouth pressed against her neck.

My kisses along her collar bones and the ink swirling around on her skin.

It’s my lips kissing her chest and sucking on her nipples.

Her cries of pleasure as I map out every inch of her toned body.

Studying what spots she’s most sensitive.

I want to know what she likes, how to make her feel good. I want to hear her scream .

I slip her underwear off and stare at her for a moment.

She’s so fucking pretty. Her cunt so pink and wet and I can feel myself salivating the longer I stare at her.

I can feel her eyes on me, so patient and kind as I take it all in.

My fingers explore her and I’m savoring the tiny gasps coming from her lips as I tease circles around her clit.

I get braver, bolder. Soon I’m two fingers deep inside her, relishing the way she’s writhing on my hand.

The feel of her sweetness soaking my fingers and, feeling even bolder, I bring them to my mouth to taste her.

Her eyes flare as she gasps at the sight.

“Fuck.” She breathes out as I lean down to suck her clit into my mouth, and if I thought I had died and gone to heaven the other night?

This is it. The taste of her on my tongue so sharp and sweet and I groan against her trying to get more of her.

I want to suffocate down here, want to live off of her and her alone.

She’s chanting my name, and baby, and more, and I give it to her.

I curl my fingers and thump that perfect spot inside her until she’s crying out and I feel her tightening around my fingers.

I work her through it until she falls limp back into the mattress.

Her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

She looks down at me and her eyes are wild, her pupils blown, mouth parted around panting breaths.

“Get up here, now .” She says and I obey.

Of course I do. I’d do anything she asked of me.

I crash my mouth to hers and we’re kissing with fire, with so much passion and lust I’m dizzy with it.

I feel myself grinding against her again and I whine as she reaches between us, putting more pressure on my clit.

The pleasure is building again and I can feel it tingling all the way up to my scalp.