She didn’t pursue that line of thought. Emilia crawled onto the bed and over her, her hair curtaining Morgan’s face and her breasts—fuck me—at last within reach. She held them, the nipples hard against her palms, and watched Emilia’s eyes close in pleasure as she kneaded them. She could have stayed there forever, but Emilia’s ass pulled her hands down, and she stroked the curves of each cheek while Emilia’s breath came hot and fast. When she grabbed her ass, Emilia whimpered, and the tip of the dildo touched her. Morgan felt the pressure and bit her lip to keep from crying out. She’d never been this sensitive. Not to her own body, and not to her lover’s.

Emilia sat up and scratched Morgan’s sides with her nails, blinding Morgan with bright lust, which cleared to reveal Emilia with her hand on the dildo, teasing herself with the tip. Jesus fucking Christ, Morgan swore to herself as her body threatened to come at the sight. Emilia’s hair almost covered her chest, wild and tangled from Morgan’s hands, and her breasts caught the light again as Emilia arched her back.

Morgan’s gasp mingled with Emilia’s as she guided the shaft into herself. The length of blue vanished inch by inch as Emilia took it in, and Morgan felt her shudder through the silicone as it entered her. She waited for it to settle, not wanting to hurt Emilia, but desperate to take her in her arms. She wanted to please this woman. God help her, she wanted to give Emilia everything, and the danger in the thought was nothing compared to the strength of the longing.

Emilia’s hips rocked slowly as she experimented with the length and width of the strap-on. Morgan felt the beginnings of her own orgasm start low inside her and clamped down, holding it at bay with sheer willpower as Emilia moaned and her hips surged, taking the dildo in deeper. Emilia, Morgan already knew, wasn’t afraid to take control of her own pleasure. She studied the way desire changed Emilia’s face, softening it, color flushing her cheeks and throat. She tried to tell herself she wasn’t memorizing it.

As Emilia’s breathing grew ragged, her brown eyes met Morgan’s, and Morgan read the message there: take me, now.

She rolled Emilia over onto her back, and Emilia’s legs wrapped around her waist, bringing her in closer as Emilia bucked, her hips desperate. Morgan’s thrust answered her.

“Oh my god.” Emilia breathed, almost laughing as she threw her head back. “Oh my fucking god.”