“Are you sure?” she asked, with one foot on either side of Cain’s head.
“I don’t mean to be blunt, love, but sit.”
Emma did as she was told, and Cain took a deep breath. This was definitely a scent unique to Emma, and having her in this intimate position was like coming home. With a flat tongue, Cain slid from one end of Emma’s sex to the other, dipping in just a little, causing Emma’s fingers to clutch the bed as tightly as the walls of her sex closed around Cain’s tongue.
“That feels so good.” Emma threw her head back when Cain wrapped her lips around her clitoris and sucked it in with as much pressure as she could.
Cain’s hands on her butt encouraged Emma to move all she wanted, and she did, but not enough to lose contact with Cain’s mouth. Four years of wanting came to an end much too quickly, and she felt the first spasm shoot from her groin throughout her body. Emma couldn’t keep from screaming, no matter how many people were in the house. Just as quickly her need overwhelmed her and she started to cry. She needed Cain to reclaim what was hers, and she wanted it now.
“It’s okay, love. Move on down here and let me take care of you.” Emma heard the words and nodded as she moved back to her original position, and the tears of happiness intensified when she felt the two long fingers slide in and fill her to the core.
Knowing what Emma craved, Cain situated her hand so that her thumb would provide the right stimulation whenever Emma moved.
This time Emma tried to use a little control, slowing down and bringing her hands to her own breasts and squeezing them.
“That’s it, let go for me. I want you to relax and feel how much I missed this with you.”
She gazed down at Cain’s beautiful face and was glad she didn’t have to explain the emotions running through her heart. The ability to string words together had left her, and she could only concentrate on Cain’s fingers sliding in and out of her with every thrust of her hips. Every position they’d tried in their time together always felt good, but this was one of her favorites.
It left her open to Cain, who could see how much Emma enjoyed her touch—the way the muscles in her thighs bunched with every jerk and her hips sped up in a way some would have called wanton, desiring to reach the peak Cain was leading her to. Cain knew that Emma would jump without fear because at the bottom was always a set of strong arms to catch her and keep her safe.
Emma pulled on her own nipples when she felt the walls of her sex start to spasm. No amount of control or slow going would prevent the orgasm she couldn’t hold back any longer. Emma’s hips sped up for only a short time before she slammed down on Cain’s hand one last time and stilled with her breasts just barely grazing the muscles of Cain’s abdomen.
Cain had always considered Emma’s letting her see her at her most vulnerable point the greatest gift Emma could give her.
“Are you okay?” Emma asked as soon as she was able to get enough air in her lungs.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that question?” Emma was lying against Cain’s uninjured side, and Cain ran her hand, soaked with the evidence of Emma’s passion, up her chest. “God, I love the way you feel.” Slick fingers encircled a nipple, getting it to come back to life. “I love the way you smell.”
Cain buried her face in the blond, disheveled hair. “And I love the way you taste.” The confessions ended when she brought her hand up and licked her fingers clean.
“You keep that up and I won’t ever let you out of this room.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?”
Emma sat up enough to see Cain’s face. “It’s what you want it to be, just as long as I get to return the favor.”
“You know you’re free to do whatever you like without threats.”
Cain’s statement earned her a kiss before Emma got back on her hands and knees over the long stretch of skin below her.
“Let’s see if I remember how to make you feel as good as you just made me feel.”
“Well, if you don’t, please take all the time you need to get it right.”
“I seem to recall you liked this,” Emma said, as she slid down, planting kisses along the way.
The muscled legs spread, and Emma stopped in the right position and cupped her breast, squeezing long enough to get the nipple to harden for what she had planned.
Feeling the feather-light touch of Emma’s nipple on her clitoris drove Cain mad. It didn’t take long for her right hand to land on top of Emma’s head, encouraging her to keep moving down. “Don’t be cruel now, lass.”
“I have no such intention.” The promise of bliss was just on the tip of Emma’s tongue, or that was what Cain thought when Emma spread her open and lowered her mouth. And that was all she used for the longest time, just the tip of her tongue. The gentle touch coaxed her clitoris to harden to the point where Cain thought she would have to start begging for Emma to do something about it.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” Emma said when she pulled back and gazed up at Cain. At times like this in the past Cain had let her defenses down and showed what was in her heart. Not because of the possibility of good sex, but because Emma had the ability to strip away everything Cain used to shield her soul from the world. “Tell me,” she said a little more firmly.
“I love you.” Cain cupped Emma’s cheek in her palm.
Three such simple words, but they conveyed every ounce of what she felt for this woman. The only woman she’d let in, only to have Emma slice her heart in two with such ease it had amazed her for months after the door had slammed behind her. To say the words again now was to lay herself open and bare once more, and she knew Emma could see the fear in her eyes. Cain was holding nothing back, which scared her more than anything Giovanni Bracato or anyone like him could do to her.
Emma kissed Cain’s center before moving back up to lie next to her. “Say it again,” she said, with her hand flat over Cain’s heart.
“I love you.” The words didn’t sound as haunted, and Cain closed her eyes for just a moment as if to gather her defenses. “And there’ll be no other for me as long as I draw breath.”
“Then we have something in common, my love. Because for me there’s only been you, and there’ll only be you for the rest of my life. Thank you…”
Emma didn’t have to say the rest. She pressed her lips to Cain’s as she slipped her hand between Cain’s legs, this time applying the pressure Cain so desperately wanted. To try and keep her from moving too much and hurting herself, Emma draped herself over her lover’s body as her fingers moved easily over the wet heat. “Now you let go for me, love. Show me that you still belong to me.”
It was the same soft voice that Cain heard in her dreams, luring her to the pleasure always just out of reach, because every time she reached for Emma she would disappear into mist. This time, though, the pressure continued to build, and she could feel the compact body pressed up against her and heard the loving words being whispered in her ear. “Aaaah.” The groan signaled that Cain had reached the point of no return. “Fuck.”
Emma just smiled against her skin at the vulgarity. That was just Cain, she thought. A unique combination of polish and rough edges.
When Emma pressed harder, the orgasm overtook Cain, and she clamped her legs together to make Emma’s hand stop moving. The intense sensation was almost painful, and, as her nostrils flared with one last explosive breath, the final spasm rushed through her body. When Cain opened her eyes again she was surprised to find tears spilling from them just as they had from Emma’s before. Emma never lifted her head from her chest, but Cain could feel Emma’s breath and the touch of her hand as it left its warm haven and rubbed her lower belly.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“You did once, but I’m thinking it’s getting better.” Cain laughed in a carefree way Emma hadn’t heard since they’d seen each other again. “And what of your hurts, my love?”