Dani found herself propelling Emily backward, towards the
table where dinner was still set out. That wouldn’t do, to go
crashing onto the table and wreck the meal Emily had so
carefully prepared. So Dani changed course toward her room
and Emily clawed at Dani, furiously trying to remove her
black tunic over her head.
They went through the living room and down the hall and
burst through Dani’s bedroom door, which wasn’t shut tight.
Their kisses were hot and frantic and wild with need. Emily
finally ripped Dani’s shirt over her head, then went for her
own. They threw clothing all over the room, shirts and pants,
underwear, bras. Dani couldn’t stop. She had to be like this,
just herself, just her skin against Emily’s skin, no barriers
between them.
Dani grabbed Emily’s waist and pulled her down on the bed
on top of her. Emily straddled Dani’s hips, already so wet that
beads of her arousal trickled down her thighs and soaked
Dani’s skin too. Emily’s fingers hovered over Dani’s stomach,
traced a circle around her belly button, before she leaned
forward and circled Dani’s breast, plying her dark nipple with
her fingers gently and nimbly. Dani closed her eyes, threw
back her head, and enjoyed the waves of pleasure rippling
through her.
She let out a gasp when Emily’s teeth scraped over the hard
bud and let out another when Emily blew softly against the
puckered nipple when she lifted her mouth away. Dani
couldn’t leave her hands at her sides. She couldn’t not be
touching Emily. She swept them up, over Emily’s shapely,
silky thighs, up to her waist.
Emily suddenly stopped and sat up. She stared down at