Summer's End (12 page)

Emily’s hands found their way between their bodies and, in her more gentler way, rolled her fingers over Marianne’s nipple.

She felt it so clearly then, rushing through her, that she couldn’t hold in the words. Marianne broke their lip lock and regarded Emily. Her lips were parted and her eyes half-lidded, but the blue still shone through.

“I’m so in love with you,” she said, and it didn’t feel foolish or rushed.
 

“Oh,” Emily groaned, as if Marianne had just pinched her nipple again. She pulled her close, her hands in Marianne’s hair, and kissed her with such fervour it didn’t leave any room for doubt about how she felt about that.

“Fuck me, please,” Emily hissed into Marianne’s mouth.

“Really?” Marianne smiled. “That’s your response?”

“It’s the only one I have right now.” Emily zipped down her trousers, pure need blasting from her eyes.

Marianne understood that, in certain moments, it was the only way in which to express love.

She kissed Emily again, their tongues meeting for long seconds, teeth sinking into sucked-in lips, only coming up for air because they had to. Marianne’s right hand made its way down to the waistband of Emily’s panties, but Emily was impatient, curled her fingers around Marianne’s wrist and guided her hand all the way down in one go.

There’s wet and there’s wetter, Marianne thought, as her fingers met Emily’s drenched pussy lips. She didn’t tease, just plunged in, two fingers at once.

“Ah.” Emily banged the back of her head against the door, which made the kitten at their feet mewl in distress. “Oh god.”

Marianne thrust up and down, her movements restricted by Emily’s panties, which didn’t seem to bother Emily much. She saw no reason to draw it out too long, Emily had waited long enough. She let her thumb flick over Emily’s clit and the effect was instantaneous.
 

Marianne tried to remember if she’d ever seen a need so big, a desire so on display in someone’s eyes, etched on the mask of their face, expressed through the trembling of muscles.

She stroked and circled, flicked and thrust, until Emily’s body twitched against hers and went still for an instant, after which she collapsed in Marianne’s arms.

EMILY

“I love you,” Emily said with the last of her strength. The climax had been as strong as it had been quick, ripping through her like an electric current—three weeks worth of sexual tension, amped up by topless phone pictures and raunchy texts, steamrolling through her body. She needed to sit down.

“I’ve got you.” Marianne curved an arm under Emily’s armpits and held her up. “God, I’ve missed you.”

Emily drew in a few deep breaths before speaking. “I can’t believe you just turned up like that.” They still stood huddled together against the door, Archie trying to jump up their legs.

“Would you like me to go?” Emily felt Marianne’s lips stretch into a smile against the skin of her neck.

“I want you to stay forever, more like.” She pulled her close, determined to never let go of her again.

“Maybe you should feed your cat.” Marianne kissed her on the bottom of her chin. “What a feisty little thing… he reminds me of someone.”

“How long are you staying?” Emily hoped in vain that Marianne had booked an open-ended ticket, but, despite not having met her that long ago, already knew her well enough.

“Two weeks. I can’t close the Lodge for much longer than that.”

“Where are you staying?”

“A hotel in Queensway. I always—”

“Please, come stay with me. If you leave in two weeks, I need you here with me until then.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here.” Marianne pecked her on the cheek. “Shall we sit for a minute?” She stepped away from Emily—and already felt too far away—to pick up her t-shirt. She quickly flung it over her head before picking up Archie.

“But I haven’t touched you yet.”

Marianne shot her a wide grin. “Unlike you, I can wait.”

“We’ll see about that in a moment,” Emily shot back. She headed into the kitchen to fill Archie’s plate with fresh food. After washing her hands, she joined Marianne in the sitting area.

“Posh place for an early twenty-something.”

“If you have to come from a moneyed, conservative, stiff upper-lipped family, you may as well enjoy the few perks it has to offer.”

“Speaking of which… when will you introduce your older lesbian lover to them?”

“If I’d known you were coming I would have organised afternoon tea, obviously.”

Marianne stretched out her arms and pulled Emily toward her. Emily only now realised her chest was only covered by a topsy-turvy bra and her zipper was still open. She landed with the back of her head on Marianne’s thigh, looking up into her wondrous yellow-speckled brown eyes, giving Marianne’s hands free reign over her exposed torso.

“This is real, right? I’m not hallucinating?”

“Is that an invitation to pinch you?” Marianne smiled down at her, her hand already grazing the swell of her breast.

“As if you need one.”

“True.” Marianne bent down and kissed Emily on the nose as she slipped a hand under the cup of her bra and found her nipple.

“Aw,” Emily mock-complained. Heat surged in her belly again. She couldn’t wait any longer. She needed to feel Marianne’s flesh tremble at the touch of her finger, needed to taste her between the legs.

She pushed herself off Marianne’s leg and flipped over on her knees. “Enough of that already.” She painted a wicked grin on her face. “Time to make another pussy meow.”

Marianne chuckled and shook her head. “Oh, baby.”

The unexpected term of endearment threw Emily off her game somewhat, but the sight of Marianne’s nipples poking through the flimsy fabric of her t-shirt was enough to keep her focused on the task at hand. She slipped her palm under Marianne’s thigh and pulled so she landed flat on her back on the couch.

“Should I not take my shoes off?” Marianne asked. “Wouldn’t want to get your Laura Ashley sofa dirty.”

Emily crawled on top of her. “I’ll shut you up soon enough.” She hoisted Marianne’s t-shirt up and exposed her breasts. They were tanned—no lines—and Emily wondered if she’d been back to ‘their’ beach. She leaned over and took a nipple between her lips, sucking it into her mouth. After flicking her tongue over it, she looked up and found Marianne’s eyes. “Let’s see just exactly how long you can wait.”

Marianne’s eyes had lost focus already, it was all hunger and need swimming in the brown of them now.

Emily made her way down, leading with her mouth. She kissed a moist path to Marianne’s belly button, letting her tongue explore there. Oh, how good it felt to taste her, to smell her, to touch her. As far as Emily was concerned, this was a dream. A beautiful real one she didn’t have to wake up from. She opened the button of Marianne’s jeans and pulled them down, no longer able to wait. Three weeks was long enough. After what Marianne had made her feel in Thailand, it was all she’d been thinking about. Marianne was already busy heeling her shoes off, because those pants had to come off completely. Emily needed to see her there. She wouldn’t be satisfied with just copping a feel with her finger. She wanted it all now.

It took a minute before they’d gotten all of Marianne’s clothes off and she lay naked and spread out in front of Emily. At last, she thought, and started by planting a line of kisses on Marianne’s inner thigh.

The smell of her was intoxicating, like nothing Emily had ever smelled before she’d met her.

MARIANNE

Marianne would never forget why she had denied herself an emotional connection with another person for so long, but, as she lay there at Emily’s mercy, waiting for the first contact of her tongue with her aching, throbbing clit, she was relieved to have allowed Emily into her life. She could hardly escape the raw, physical aspect of what was going on between them, but it was so much more than that. And she’d said the words now. She wouldn’t have said them if she didn’t mean them. Emily’s lips inched closer to her pussy. Marianne’s skin seemed to catch fire in every spot where Emily’s mouth left a moist mark. She had to resist the urge to pull her close, to pull her on top and touch her wherever she could, but she had to give Emily this moment, and she gladly did. Marianne knew what it was like to look down upon a lover the way Emily did now. How it felt when someone opened up for you completely, offered herself to you. She put herself, and her pleasure, at Emily’s mercy, and she felt privileged to do so.

Emily’s tongue grazed her outer lips softly. God, she had such a gentle touch. She didn’t rush—and she definitely liked to tease. Whereas Marianne, every time she touched Emily, was overcome with such urgency, such a fear of everything slipping away in an instant again, that hurrying things along in a frenzy of blinding want was her only option.

It was yet another reason why Emily was good for her.
 

Emily’s tongue slithered along her clit now, so light Marianne could barely feel it, but she felt every little thing Emily did as if it was magnified by a force of a million.

“Oh,” she moaned, another something she had to get used to again. The sound of her own pleasure. Not easy when you’ve been mute for years.

Emily flicked again, still teasing, still leaving enough time between licks for Marianne to recover. When Emily sucked her bloodshot bud between her lips without warning though, a tremor moved like an earthquake through her muscles, shattering every resolve, every little piece of resistance Marianne had so carefully built up.

She did it again and Marianne recognised that falling feeling. The sensation of not having a choice but to go with was happening to your body and knowing that, no matter what, you were in safe hands. She hadn’t seen the addition of fingers coming. Emily pried at her entrance for an instant, immediately slipping in. She dug deep and sucked hard on Marianne’s clit while her tongue flicked and flicked. Marianne fell. She fell through space and darkness, through years of punishment and emotional abstinence.
 

“Oh baby,” she cried, when she came to again, her muscles going limp while Emily thrust one more time with her finger.
 

Emily slipped her finger out gently and crawled up to her. “We’re going to have to work on your stamina because I think you just set a new record.”

“It’s not me,” she said, while exhaling deeply. “It’s you.”

“How original.” Emily let her body crash down on Marianne’s, who wrapped her arms around her.

“Excuse me, but I’m not exactly firing on all cylinders at the moment.”

“Excuses, excuses...” Emily sank her teeth softly into Marianne’s neck. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“I’m delighted I came.”

“Funny.” Emily pushed herself up again and they looked at each other. Emily had an expression of pure bliss on her face, her hair lit up by the light of a street lamp outside, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction.
 

“You must be hungry.” Marianne had only eaten a muffin when she got off the plane, her stomach too jittery for a big lunch. She was also starting to feel the jet lag.

“No.” Emily smiled. “I just ate.”

After ordering pizza and devouring it quickly, as if eating was a waste of time, Emily took Marianne by the hand and led her to the bedroom. The sight of a real bed, as opposed to an airplane seat, made Marianne’s tired muscles tingle with delight.

“If I lie down now, I won’t wake up until the morning.” She stood behind Emily and hugged her, her hands clasped together over her belly, inhaling the scent of her hair.

“Are you feeling your age?” Emily rubbed her behind against Marianne’s hips. “Your loss, old-timer.”

“I truly don’t remember you having such a mouth on you at my place.”
 

Emily let her head fall back onto Marianne’s shoulder. “I’m on home turf now. I have the advantage.”

“What else do you have?” Too tired to stay standing, Marianne moved to the edge of the bed, sat down and looked around the room. “Anything interesting hidden in one of those drawers?”

“Maybe…” Emily headed to the other side of the bed and pointed at the bedside table. She sat down and painted a dejected pout on her face. “But I’ll show you tomorrow because you’re too tired now.”

Marianne smiled. “Show me now, please.” She rolled onto the bed, wearing just her t-shirt and a pair of shorts Emily had lent her.

“Are you sure? I mean, I wouldn’t want you to miss your sleep... Once you see what I have in there, you may want to stay awake for a while.”

Marianne crawled on top of her and then over her, extending her arm to reach the drawer Emily was referring to. “Yes,” she mumbled, “I’m sure.” She was also intrigued. Emily hadn’t been expecting her, so she wondered what it could possibly be.

“Open it,” Emily said. Marianne lay with her head facing away from Emily, but she picked up on the sudden tremble in her voice. She turned around to look at her and found Emily sporting a healthy blush.

EMILY

Emily’s cheeks flushed, which was to be expected, but she hadn’t had time to prepare for this moment—though she’d spent many hours awake at night thinking about it. She had no idea this opportunity would have presented itself so quickly, but could only be excited that it had—and that she’d had the nerve to go late night shopping last week.

“Go on,” she egged Marianne on. “Open the drawer.”

Marianne bit her bottom lip, curiosity glinting in her eyes, before turning around and reaching for the handle of the drawer.

When she opened it, something started tingling in Emily’s belly—the same excitement as when she’d purchased the item, and then later, at home, had tried it on for the first time. Idly, because there was no one to use it on.

Emily couldn’t see Marianne’s face as she caught sight of it, but she saw her body convulse with giggles.
 

Marianne flipped back over holding a rather sizeable blue dildo and a strap-on harness. Her eyebrows were arched up—in surprise, amazement, disgust? Emily had no idea.

“Emily Kane…” Marianne’s voice dripped with lust, all gooey and low. “Well, I never…”

Emily knew that if she wanted to be the one to use the contraption, she couldn’t just sit there looking smitten and subdued. She had to take charge. “I want to fuck you with it.” She put her hand on Marianne’s—the one holding the toy. “Sooner rather than later.”