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“If I wanted to disappoint two people at once, I’d have dinner with my parents,” Emily quips, smirking as if it’s a joke.
JJ blinks those wide, expressive blues, a delicate frown appearing on her brow. She’s quiet, studying Emily closely, obviously not getting it.
It makes Emily squirm slightly and lick her lower lip, suddenly feeling seen. Because, like always, JJ is the only person to ever see her.
JJ shifts her body on the couch, tucking her leg up to her chest. “Is that really what you think?”
Emily’s mouth falls open slightly, a blush blooming on her cheeks as a small squeak falls from her throat. She turns her head, picking at her bureau issued sweats, which she suddenly find incredibly interesting.
“I can’t be great at everything,” she attempts to joke again, her smirk a little more forced.
JJ sees right past her deflection, reaching across and nudging the older woman with the back of her hand. “Emily.”
The way her name falls from the blonde’s lips, each syllable enunciated in the way only JJ ever has, makes the silver haired woman jolt.
She lifts her head to meet JJ’s intense, inquisitive stare, suddenly feeling very, very small under the weight of the blonde’s gaze.
Emily picks more insistently at the gray sweats, picking off bits of fuzz and letting them fall onto her carpet. Her jaw clenches slightly, and her eyes once again fall from JJ’s as she looks at what her fingers are doing.
There’s a long, long, long pause.
Finally, in a small, oddly vulnerable voice, Emily admits, “I don’t know.”
“Who told you that you were?”
Emily worries her lower lip between her teeth, shrugging a bit. “Mark.”
The sound of JJ’s snort is genuinely unexpected, making Emily jump. She peers up at the blonde with wide eyes, fingers slipping on her sweats and snapping onto the couch cushion.
“Mark?” JJ asks in disbelief. “Mark? Like… came in twenty seconds, Mark?”
Emily flushes with a scowl, feeling offended. “Well—yeah…”
“Emily, what would that guy know!” the blonde exclaims, gesturing randomly around the room. “He didn’t even last long enough to know!”
Emily blinks, shrinking back a little. “Yeah…”
It’s so, so stupid, but her throat closes up and her eyes start to burn.
JJ shifts gears immediately, her expression softening into something tender and... “Emily.”
Emily swallows thickly at the blonde’s voice. She feels like an idiot for crying, especially when JJ’s coming to her defense, for crying out loud!
She feels stupid.
“Emily.”
Her name whispered a lot closer, but still barely audible makes her heart clench and twist and ache with nearly 20 years of longing. Her heart thuds frantically against her ribcage as if the muscle wants to burst from her chest and spill everything to JJ.
If there’s one person Emily trusts with her heart, it’s the woman sitting right across from her in a hoodie swiped from Luke years ago and baggy sweats that hang low on her hips. Bare faced, blonde hair thrown up in a sloppy bun, in Emily’s space as if it’s so natural for her to be here even after the years of awkward tension between them: Jennifer Jareau is just as beautiful as the day Emily first saw her.
JJ reaches out, gliding her knuckle along the silver haired woman’s jaw.
Emily shudders at the feeling, swallowing thickly as she leans into the delicate touch. She closes her eyes, basking in the intimacy.
“Emily.”
She only opens her eyes because she can feel JJ’s warm breath ghosting her lips, smell the same toothpaste she herself uses every single night.
JJ’s face is close enough that Emily can see the darkest flecks of blue in her ocean eyes, deep as an abyss. The blonde’s pupils dilate when the older woman meets her gaze, softening even more.
JJ reaches out again, tucking a lock of gray hair behind Emily’s ear. “You’re perfect,” she murmurs tenderly.
Emily’s not sure who leans in first, can’t really find it in herself to care because those soft, pink lips she’s spent nearly two decades staring at are suddenly pressed against her own and nothing else in the world matters.
The kiss is as soft and delicate as JJ’s words, so achingly tender it makes Emily tear up.
The gesture, so small, says so much with so little: You matter, I care, and I see you.
I know you.
The older woman gasps wetly into the blonde’s mouth, leaning up on her knees to face JJ more and reciprocate the kiss more firmly.
She takes the blonde’s face between her palms, sucking the other woman’s lower lip between her teeth gently. She feels JJ’s hands wind around her neck, pressing back with the same amount of delicate ferocity until they’re both breathless.
There’s an audible smacking sound as Emily breaks from the kiss with another gasp, JJ immediately taking advantage to take control and swipe her tongue between the older woman’s lips.
“Fuck,” Emily gasps softly, voice muffled by the blonde’s mouth.
“Told you you weren’t bad,” JJ murmurs, nibbling on the older woman’s lower lip.
“Never said I was bad at kissing,” Emily sputters breathlessly. “Said I was bad in bed.”
JJ starts to press wet kisses against the older woman’s jaw. “I’m calling bullshit.”
“Yeah?”
JJ nips lightly at Emily’s earlobe. “Yeah.”
The words leave her stupid mouth before her very rational, definitely still functional brain can stop her. “Prove it.”
JJ freezes, her lips still pressed against Emily’s skin.
The silver haired woman’s eyes widen in realization at what she just said, jolting back from JJ’s space to the arm of the couch with a whispered curse. Her chest heaves as she tried to catch her breath, her skin still wet from JJ’s kisses. She runs a hand through her hair, mouth dry as she stares at the expressionless blonde.
She runs a hand over her face, groaning softly. “Wait, no… I didn’t… I didn’t mean that.”
Disappointment flashes across the blonde’s face. “You didn’t?”
Emily’s heart skips a beat, now panicked. “No…no! I mean… I just…”
JJ stares at her, no judgement in her expression as Emily flounders on to recover this conversation.
Fuck, why did they stop kissing, again?
Stupid fucking oxygen.
“Because I want to.”
“I just—bu-wuha…” Emily trails off, sputtering off until her speech is incomprehensible. It’s like her brain needs a complete restart to comprehend the words that just came from JJ’s mouth.
Error 404: brain of one Emily Elizabeth Prentiss not found.
The corner of JJ’s lips finally curl into a smirk, fondly staring as Emily regains her critical thinking skills.
And listening skills.
And skills.
JJ swipes her thumbs over Emily’s lips slowly, eyes sparkling. “You’re such a dork,” she whispers adoringly.
Emily flushes at this and scowls. “Shut up.”
The younger woman beams at her, and Emily’s frown immediately dissipates.
JJ’s smile falls into something gentler, her thumb now slowly tracing circles into Emily’s cheek. “Ask me again,” she instructs quietly.
Emily swallows audibly, leaning into the blonde’s touch. Their eyes meet easily, naturally, as if the question the older woman is about to ask isn’t brimming with twenty years of tension.
Emily reaches out to glide her fingers along the blonde’s cheek. “Prove it?”
The smile JJ give her is so genuine and brimming with adoration it makes Emily feel full.
“I’ve only wanted to for nearly two decades,” JJ admits.
It’s Emily’s turn to grin. “Yeah?”
For the first time since this conversation started, JJ looks shy, a rosy tint taking over her cheeks. “Yeah.”
Emily laughs, throwing an arm around JJ’s waist and pulling her closer. “What the fuck have we been doing all this time?!”
JJ steadies herself, placing her arms against Emily’s chest with a small noise of surprise falling from her throat. She laughs lightly, relaxing in the older woman’s embrace. “I don’t know,” she snorts in disbelief.
“Not disappointing you in bed, that’s for sure,” Emily jokes.
The younger woman rolls her eyes with a small huff. “Stop,” she mutters, propping herself against Emily’s sternum. She cups the older woman’s cheek, staring at her mouth as she murmurs gently, “I can’t wait to fuck that stupid idea out of your head.”
Enily releases a strangled noise from the back of her throat she didn’t even know she was capable of making, sinking into the back of the couch as JJ attacks, her kiss fierce and commanding.
All Emily can do is moan up into her mouth, pulling the blonde closer until she’s practically straddling the silver haired woman. She presses back up into JJ, trying to gain some semblance of control back.
Their kisses grow sloppier and messy with every pass of their lips, panting into each other’s mouths, breathing each other in.
Emily finally gives up the fight for dominance when JJ sucks her lower lip into her mouth, letting out a small, squeaked moan. Her hands move back to the blonde’s waist, trail under the stolen hoodie and smooth across soft, warm skin of JJ’s abdomen.
Her breath hitches as it comes into contact with the hard, firm muscles, a soft groan falling from her throat. “Christ… JJ, you’re insane,” she mumbles through a gasp.
It’s dizzying to feel the blonde’s muscles contract as she exhales, her breath ghosting the sensitive skin of Emily’s neck.
The older woman makes another needy sound, her arms twitching and bumping into something firm and hard looped around the blonde’s hips.
Emily nearly fucking short circuits then and there. Her mouth feels dryer than a desert and…
She shifts on the couch, her thighs already sticky and slick with her arousal.
God.
“Fuck,” she breathes, pupils blown wide. “Are you wearing a strap-on?”
JJ hums, trailing kisses along the older woman’s neck, nipping at her throat before biting at her clavicle. “I like the weight of her,” she murmurs. “Makes me feel good.”
“You’re insane,” Emily whimpers breathily, palming the hard silicone cock secured under JJ’s sweats. “I need you.”
JJ groans pitifully, pulling back to stare at Emily with wide eyes, cheeks rogued. “Fuck, Emily. You’re fucking insa—“ She cuts herself off a small moan as the older woman continues to feel her up.
“Fuck, those men are fucking idiots,” she breathes as she rocks her hips, leaning her forehead against Emily’s as the both watch the silver haired woman jerk her fake dick over her sweats. “They’re so stupid. I can’t get enough of you. I wouldn’t share you with anyone.”
Emily whimpers, the sound more strangled. “Please don’t talk about them,” she begs. “Just you and me.”
JJ inhales sharply as the textured end of the strap bumps her clit. She nods against the side of Emily’s face, planting a wet, open mouth kiss to her cheek. “Okay, baby, just us. You’re mine.”
Emily mewls, arching up into the blonde, sliding a hand up JJ’s stolen hoodie while the other grasps her strap.
JJ reaches down to cover Emily’s hand with her own, and together, they lift the hoodie from her frame. The blonde tosses it behind her without looking, even when something thuds onto the ground with it.
Their foreheads rest together once more, blue meeting brown as JJ laces their fingers together, her hand over the back of Emily’s. Their interlocked hands move until the come to a stop over the small crater in the middle of the blonde’s electrical burn scar.
Emily rests a flat hand against the area, staring up at JJ with everything. “I love you,” she whispers.
JJ leans down, pressing her mouth to Emily’s gently. “I love you,” she murmurs back easily.
Unlike all their previous kisses, this one is not rushed and hurried, but slow and grounding.
All consuming like a flame.
JJ wraps her arms around Emily's frame and pulls her close, until they’re chest to chest. Her bare nipples brush against the rough fabric of the older woman’s sweater and she groans low in her throat, suddenly aware of how disheveled she is compared to Emily.
She needs to remedy that immediately.
With a renewed sense of urgency, JJ brings her hands to the bottom of Emily’s sweater, covering her neck with kisses and her collarbone with bites and bruises.
She tugs the fabric from Emily’s body, pressing a kiss to her nose after the sweater disappears somewhere near the front door.
She tugs her head back to admire the woman beneath her, the minx whose hand has yet to leave her cock and nearly pulls a Mark.
“No bra?” she groans. “Emily, you’re insane.”
Emily squirms beneath her, eyes wide and innocent looking despite the over-the-clothes handjob she’s giving JJ. “Yeah,” she breathes, and, fuck, her voice is so airy and light and fucking perfect.
“I need you in a bed,” JJ gasps, hands grabbing at Emily’s bare waist.
“Take me to one,” the older woman breathes out.
JJ adjusts herself, tightening her grip on Emily as she stands from the couch, bringing the older woman up with her.
They stumble back into the first room they can, JJ’s side knocking into the doorknob and Emily’s head thudding against the wood.
They both burst out laughing, Emily looping her arms around JJ’s neck as the blonde guides her backwards towards the bed at the far end of the room.
“You okay?” the blonde asks softly as she guides the older woman onto the mattress. Her hand reaches up to touch the base of Emily’s skull tenderly.
“Mhm,” Emily hums. “Never better.” She scooches back, freezing slightly when her back comes into contact with the cold pillows. “Wait, JJ. I didn’t shave.”
JJ’s eyes darken as she crawls up onto the bed. “Good,” she murmurs, her voice rough and gravely.
Emily flushes. “Yeah?”
JJ crawls up until she’s hovering above the older woman, palms resting by her ears. “Yeah. I like it,” she says honestly. “It’s sexy.”
Emily grabs at the strap with a sharp gasp. “Fuck.”
JJ grunts, her head dropping to Emily’s with a small moan as the older woman strokes her with a firm hand. “That’s it, baby, get her ready for you,” she breathes. “God, you’re perfect.”
“I’m doing good?” the older woman asks hesitantly.
JJ laughs breathily, the sound morphing into a moan. “So good, Emily. You’re doing so good.”
Emily mewls, pawing desperately at JJ’s sweats.
JJ laughs again, pressing a kiss to the older woman’s temple, tangling her fingers in silver locks. “So good,” she repeats softly, reaching down to tug off her sweats with one hand.
The silicone cock springs free once she tugs her sweats down far enough, the pink dildo practically glowing in the dim room.
JJ flips on the nearby lamp, partially to see Emily better, partially so Emily can admire her dick: she’s bright pink and has silver glitter suspended in the silicone. She’s not the biggest, but she’s slightly girthy and curved at the end, and JJ knows exactly how to use her.
Emily’s eyes are nearly black, cheeks and chest beat red with her arousal, nipples pink and pebbled. Her sweats are skewed on her hips, tuffs of wiry graying hair poking from the top of the waistband, a patch that’s slightly darker than the rest of the fabric surrounding it visible only when she squirms. Her lips are wet and kiss swollen, a particularly hard bite JJ left behind starting to redden in the middle of her collarbone.
JJ rests a hand at Emily’s knee, smoothing along her leg. “You’re perfect,” she breathes in awe.
Emily whimpers, the noise going straight to JJ’s core.
She breathes out, leaning to hook her fingers in the waistband of Emily’s sweats. She gently tugs them from the older woman’s body, breath hitching as the other woman lifts her hips.
“What don’t you like?” she murmurs as she rolls Emily’s sweats down her legs, planting a kiss to her calf on the way down.
Emily’s breath hitches. “Don’t be mean to me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” JJ swears, coming back up on her knees. She places a hand soothingly on Emily’s waist, rubbing circles into her skin.
Her gaze briefly flicks down to the hair between the older woman’s legs, nearly short circuiting at how wet Emily is. Her mouth waters at the heady smell of the other woman’s arousal, forcing her eyes away to look back up at Emily’s face.
“Don’t hit me or choke me,” Emily breathes out, reaching to grab at the pretty pink dick swinging between JJ’s legs. She idly jerks the silicone, tilting her head to the side.
Hesitant.
JJ gives her waist a squeeze, encouraging.
Emily goes as red as a tomato. “Can you keep up with the praising?”
JJ beams fondly, giving the older woman’s waist another series of squeezes. “Of course I can, baby. Especially if it makes you gush around my cock.”
“Jesus Christ,” Emily moans, her hand moving faster.
JJ’s breath hitches, rocking her hips up into the other woman’s hand. “Yeah? You like her, baby?”
“She’s so pretty,” Emily pants.
“She is,” JJ moans softly, gently grabbing the older woman’s wrist to stop her movements. “Emily. I need to be inside you.”
Emily moves her arm to splay it out behind her head, arching her back. “Yes, yes, yes,” she begs breathily. “Please.”
JJ has to clench her jaw to keep from coming right then and then because she was better than a man. She won’t come before she ever even enters Emily.
She might come within twenty seconds, unfortunately.
But only because she’s balls deep in her boss [the woman she’s been in love with for forever], and not because she’s a weak man that projects his insecurities onto women.
She shuffles on the mattress, pulling Emily down slightly to slot between her legs.
She takes the dildo in her hand, rubbing the silicone between Emily’s labia to coat the surface in the older woman’s natural lubricant. She presses her thumb on the top of the silicone, purposefully bumping the toy against the silver haired woman’s clit.
Emily squirms and mewls, gripping onto the sheets.
JJ feels her own cheeks warm as she positions herself once more, placing the tip of her cock at Emily’s entrance. She breathes out as she shifts, slowly guiding the strap inside of the other woman.
Emily gasps, grabbing at her bicep.
“You okay?” JJ murmurs.
Emily bites down on her lip, nodding frantically. “Feels so good,” she slurs.
JJ presses a kiss to her forehead. “You’re doing such a good job taking me,” she murmurs.
Emily squeezes her eyes shut with a sharp gasp ss JJ bottoms out. “Shit!”
The blonde leans foward on her elbows, gasping into Emily’s mouth. “You feel so good, Em,” she whispers. She blindly reaches up the mattress, intertwining her fingers with the other woman’s. “So, so good.”
“JJ,” Emily breathes.
The blonde groans softly, gently shifting her hips to shallowly thrust into the other woman. The older woman moans, rolling her hips in time with the blonde’s thrusts.
Enily throws her head back, JJ taking immediate action to kiss at and bite at her throat.
“Can I suck your tits while you fuck me?” Emily whimpers desperately.
The younger woman moans against the thin skin of the silver haired woman’s throat. “Fuck, you’re a dream,” she breathes, guiding Emily by the back of her head towards her breast.
JJ’s mouth falls open as Emily’s lips envelope around her nipple, tongue swirling around the bud. “Fuck. Fuck, Emily,” she breathes, grunting as she moves her hips a bit faster.
She brings a hand down to thumb at the older woman’s clit, closing her eyes as her moan vibrates against her breast. “Faster,” Emily whimpers.
“You’re so good. You’re going to make me come,” JJ moans softly into Emily’s hair, closing her eyes as the sound of wet skin slapping together increases. The mattress starts to creak and the headboard rhythmically taps the wall.
JJ peers down at the pink strap disappearing inside of Emily, the silicone shining with her arousal making her clit throb and her stomach coil. She squeezes her eyes shut. Fuck. “Fuck. I’m gonna come.”
“No, no, no, no,” she murmurs quickly when she feels the older woman get rigid at that. “No, no, baby. It’s good. You’re good. Fuck, your pussy feels incredible.”
Emily relaxes at this, moaning loudly into JJ’s skin as her teeth graze the blonde’s nipple. “Come inside me,” she pleads softly, voice muffled.
“I’m gonna come inside you,” JJ repeats in a strangled groan, flicking at the older woman’s clit more insistently, causing her to cry out. “Fuck, Emily. I’m gonna come. Come with me. Please, please, please,” she begs.
“JJ,” Emily gasps more desperately, whining as she moves her head to pant up into the blonde’s mouth.
JJ presses another kiss into Emily’s hair, panting as she fucks into the older woman, her mewls, moans and whimpers increasing it pitch and frequency like the sweetet melody. “You’re doing so well, baby, come on,” JJ encourages as her hand slides sloppily along Emily’s clit. “Come with me.”
To JJ’s credit, she does last a lot longer than twenty seconds and a millisecond longer than Emily, but when the older woman arched up into her, their breasts pressed together and sticky with sweat, and the sweetest, most desperate noise sounds from the back of the silver haired woman’s throat as she peaks, she’s fucking gone.
She gasps deeply into Emily’s mouth, dizzy as it becomes a bit harder to move her hips with the way the older woman is clenching on her, her entire body feeling like jello. The shockwave of her orgasm travels up her spine and spreads down to her toes, making them feel numb.
She only just barely manages to stay alert by palming at Emily’s clit, guiding the other woman through her own earth shattering release.
Her forehead falls onto Emily’s, her nose smushing into the older woman’s cheek as she pants, desperate to catch her breath and come back down to earth.
This is what Heaven felt like.
Emily whimpers with a sharp gasp, shifting her hips as she slowly fucks herself on JJ. “Shit. That was only, like, two minutes,” she murmurs self consciously, biting her inner cheek.
JJ lifts her head to stare down into those warm brown eyes. “Emily. I’ve never come so hard in my goddamn life.” She brings her hands down to hold the older woman’s hips, her breath hitching. “God, you’re insane.”
Emily’s nose scrunches. “You keep saying that.”
“Because you are,” the blonde insists breathily. “You’re a minx. You’re incredible.” She bites her lip as she begins to move once more, groaning at the small moan Emily releases. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Emily raises her hips up into the blonde’s. “So don’t stop,” she pleads.
JJ moans softly against the older woman’s skin, fingers pressed deep into Emily’s skin.
Not even with a gun to her head.
The silver haired woman’s hand comes up to loop around JJ’s neck, her fingers lightly fisting in the blonde’s loosening bun. “Can I be on top?” she gasps. “I want to ride you.”
JJ inhales sharply, cheeks pink. “God, I love how vocal you are,” she admits with a strangled moan, pressing a wet kiss to Emily’s cheek. “You’re so good, telling me exactly what you need, Em.”
Emily whines pathetically. “JJ.”
JJ presses a few more kisses to the older woman’s cheek, getting a better hold on her sweat slick hips before carefully guiding them both to roll over.
Emily softly cries out as her full weight sinks onto the strap, moving her hand to grasp at the back of JJ’s neck instead of in her hair. “Oh my god,” she chokes.
JJ palms at her cheeks, eyes black and wild. “I wish you could see how beautiful you look like this,” she pants, peering down between their bodies with a strangled moan. “You look so gorgeous when you’re taking my cock.”
“Fucking hell,” Emily gasps, leaning with her elbows propped by JJ’s ears. “The things that come out of your mouth are so hot,” she whimpers.
The blonde grips at the older woman’s shoulder, pushing the other woman down to encourage her to fuck herself on the pink dildo. “You drive me insane,” she admits breathily. “I can’t help myself with you.”
“Don’t stop talking,” Emily pleads through a moan as she fucks herself back on JJ’s cock. “Please don’t stop talking.”
The blonde gently grasps the older woman’s chin, pulling her into a kiss that’s more of the two women breathing and panting into each other’s mouth.
“You’re so good, baby,” JJ murmurs, rocking her hips up to meet each of Emily’s thrusts with her own. “Your pussy takes me so, so well. Fuck,” she gasps. “It’s like it was made for me.”
“It’s yours,” Emily wheezes out as their movements speed up. “My pussy is yours.”
JJ moans deeply, her grip tightening slightly at the older woman’s jaw. “Fuck, say that again,” she breathes. “Rub your clit for me, baby.”
The way Emily immediately obeys her is fucking dizzying, her eyes closing and face screwing in ecstasy. “My pussy’s yours, my pussy’s yours, I’m yours,” she babbles.
She brings her hand up to knead at her nipple, twisting it between her fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m close,” she whimpers. “JJ, baby, I’m so close.”
“Good,” the blonde pants, rocking her hips just right so… Yeah, the way Emily’s grinding herself on the dildo is making the base press just right on her clit. She takes the older woman’s place, her fingers honing in on the silver haired woman’s clit with sniper-like accuracy. “I’m right there with you, baby. I’ve got you.”
Emily whines, biting the blonde’s lower lip and tugging the plump flesh back. She pants as she draws closer to her peak, moaning loudly into the room. “Fuck, I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you,” JJ reciprocates immediately with a gasp, her hand moving in more uncoordinated, frantic circles. “I love you so much.”
Those five words are the only thing they both need to finally careen over the edge, Emily crying out into JJ’s mouth as a fresh gush of her arousal floods the blonde’s lap. JJ’s resounding groan is high pitched and whiny, her movements less precise as she fucks the other woman through her peak, hips jerking as she rides out her own.
She gasps on Emily’s sweaty face, mouthing at her cheek and jaw. “Fuck,” she murmurs breathlessly. “Fuck, I don’t think i can move,” she admits hoarsely, groaning as the dildo slips from Emily and flops against her stomach with a wet smack. “God.”
Emily whimpers at the loss, pressing small kisses against the blonde’s sternum. Her mouth moves lower, kissing the dark leather straps of the harness before mouthing at the pink silicone.
JJ lifts herself on her elbows, staring down at Emily with a gaping jaw. “Fuck, you’re insatiable,” she murmurs in wonder as Emily continues to mouth at her cock. “You’re being so good to her. Clean her off for me, baby.”
The older woman licks a stripe of herself from the dildo, moaning softly. She sucks the tip of the pink silicone into her mouth, giving the tip a few kitten licks before cleaning herself from the surface.
She tucks her fingers in the straps of the harness, giving them a gentle tug with a needy pant. “Can I clean you up? I need to taste you.”
JJ laughs airily, running a hand through her hand. “Insane,” she confirms with a bite to her lower lip.
She helps Emily free her from her harness, beaming as the older woman sets her cock aside delicately on the mattress instead of tossing her to the floor like she’s a cheap toy.
She was expensive, and deserves to be treated as an extension of JJ herself. The fact Emily is without the blonde having to ask makes her chest squeeze and heart swell.
“Be easy, baby,” she murmurs, loosely tangling her fingers through the other woman’s soft silver locks. “I’m sensitive.”
Emily leans her cheek against the blonde’s messy, wet pubic hair and nods gently. “Of course,” she agrees tenderly, her hands smoothing across the younger woman’s thighs.
JJ sighs softly at the first touch of Emily’s tongue against her, her thighs clenching around the older woman’s head. “Fuck.”
Emily mouths at her pussy gently, her tongue llightly nudging at her clit and exploring her folds slowly like a cartographer with a map.
She wasn’t just exploring; she was memorizing every inch of JJ’s cunt like it’s a sacred space.
The buildup is slow and just as intense as her previous orgasms, a low, constant moan rumbling through her chest as Emily tongues her pussy, pressing delicate, tender kisses to her aching clit.
By the time JJ comes, her cheeks are red and covered with sweat, her thighs trembling and sore. She clamps her legs shut at the overstimulation, grabbing at Emily’s shoulders and bringing her up for a kiss.
She moans into the older woman’s mouth at the taste of herself on Emily’s lips. The taste of herself is a stark reminder she has yet to get her mouth on the other woman, but can’t bring herself to offer at the moment.
Her body aches in the best ways, and Emily looks completely fucked out on top of her, already curling her body against the blonde’s.
There was plenty of time to taste Emily another time, because this was only the beginning and JJ’s determined not to go anywhere any time soon.
Especially not when Emily presses a firm kiss to the base of her throat, finding JJ’s burn scar and pressing her palm against it with a soft, airy sigh. “I love you.”
JJ presses a kiss to her temple, massaging her fingers through Emily’s hair. “I love you, too.”
The older woman’s arms wrap around the blonde’s frame, the weight of her head on JJ’s sternum incredibly grounding.
JJ closes her eyes, soaking in the bliss of the moment.
She presses one last kiss to the shell of Emily’s ear. “By the way, you’re a goddess in bed.”