“Your turn?” I said, trailing my fingertips down Emma’s arm, ready to finally give back to her after she’d given me so much.

“Oh, that’s right, we did come in here for you to fuck me, didn’t we?”

“That we did…” I said, crawling down Emma’s body before stopping with my face just inches above her pussy, feeling the heat of it, wanting to finally sink my tongue in.

“God, you’re so pretty…” Emma said, playing with my hair as I kissed her stomach and under her ribcage. Even if tonight was going to be full of as much wild sex as I could manage, I wanted this time with Emma to be calm, slow, and perfect.

“Thank you…you’re not bad yourself.” I said, kissing the hollow of her hip. I took a finger and traced it along the one tattoo on Emma’s body, an angular rendering of a crow that contrasted her soft curves perfectly. “You know, I feel almost under-prepared to do this, since you’re such an expert.”

Emma looked down at me, smiling and cradling my cheek as I gently licked just above the tuft of her pubic hair. “I think you have more experience than you’re giving yourself credit for, Vi. I saw you and Yara, and that was not the work of an amateur at all.”

“Guess there’s only one way to find out, right?”

I leaned down and licked the gap between Emma’s thigh and her hip, teasing her while I got into position for the real thing. Her legs were toned but light and smooth, and I loved how they felt in my hands as I parted them, exposing her pussy again.

It was so pink. So fucking pink. Maybe it was just because I was instantly enamored by Emma, but I found every single thing about her the most attractive thing in the world in that moment. I sunk my head between her legs, fully tasting her for the first time, and I found myself in heaven.

“Fuck…” Emma shuddered as my tongue came into contact with her.

“That good?”

“Your tongue, Vi…please don’t stop.”

And so I didn’t. I sucked on Emma’s lips, tasting her wetness in my mouth, savoring it. She was sweet and warm and everything I wanted. She bit her thumb while she looked down at me, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“You taste incredible, Emma,” I said. I slid two fingers into her silky entrance. She reacted, holding my shoulder and narrowing her hips as if she was trying to draw my fingers in further.

“I could sit on your face if you really wanted to taste me…” Emma said, staring at me with intensity.