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“Fuck, Emma—”
Emma smiles against Alyssa’s skin as she rubs around Alyssa's clit, the latter immediately jerking her hips up. Emma simply holds them down, now dipping her fingers a little further and sinking them into her entrance.
“I’m so close, Emma please,” Alyssa nearly whines.
The two had been at this for a couple of hours at this point. Every time Alyssa got close to coming, Emma would pull back, leaving her on the brink but without anything to take her over the edge.
After a moment, when she’s sure Alyssa isn’t in danger of coming, Emma’s fingers move back to her clit and lightly rub it again. Alyssa groans, trying to thrust her hips up so she can get anything.
“Emma, please.”
“Soon,” Emma murmurs before leaning over to kiss Alyssa. Her fingers pick up the pace, and Alyssa finds herself getting close again. Her breathing begins to stutter as she tries to rub herself faster against Emma’s fingers. She’s seconds away until Emma moves her fingers. Alyssa can’t stop the groan of frustration that leaves her.
“Emma…”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Emma chuckles, pressing a kiss to her nose before she moves down, positioning herself right in between her thighs. It wasn’t long before she dipped her tongue to Alyssa’s entrance, licking around there for a moment before moving to her clit. She sucked it, hands pressing Alyssa’s hips down as she began to writhe. She didn’t let up for even a moment, and it wasn’t long before Alyssa was finally coming, a long drawn-out moan slipping past her lips.
Emma stopped then, watching the gorgeous sight of her wife coming undone from her alone, until Alyssa seemed to recover, blinking down at her. Emma smiled at her.
“Hey, babe. Feel better now?”
“Mmhm. C’mere,” Alyssa mumbled, arms reaching out for Emma. But Emma didn’t move. She just grinned up at Alyssa.
“Mm, nah. I think I’m good where I am.”
“Wh—oh!”
Emma moved her finger back to Alyssa’s folds, now rubbing against her clit again. She watched as Alyssa practically threw her head back, a litany of moans and breathy gasps of Emma’s name following.
She sinks her fingers into Alyssa again, easily able to add a third not long later, and begins to pump them in and out. She leans over and wraps her lips around Alyssa's clit once more.
A couple more thrusts of Emma's fingers and another suck of Alyssa's clit has her, still sensitive from the last orgasm, tumbling over the edge again.
Emma lets Alyssa rest, watching her wife as she comes down from her second high.
"Jesus Christ, Emma," she finally says, lifting her head enough to look down at Emma still between her legs.
"Enjoy yourself?" is Emma's only reply.
"Fucking hell…yes. Now are you gonna come up here or not?"
Emma hums in thought. "Dunno. Guess that depends—think you got another one in you?"
Alyssa groans, her head flopping back against her pillow. Though she's still practically shaking from her second orgasm and the overstimulation that was rapidly making itself present, she gives a noise of assent.
Emma immediately goes back to her entrance, pressing three fingers in and curling them just right. She reaches for the spot she knows always makes Alyssa see stars and relentlessly rubs it. The other hand comes up to flick at her clit before circling it. She didn’t want to overstimulate her too much, so she refrained from explicitly touching it.
It didn’t take long for Alyssa to reach her peak again, stuttering out a moan and lifting her hips just slightly before collapsing against the bed, breathing heavily. Emma withdrew her fingers and finally crawled up to lay beside Alyssa, settling down next to her and holding her close.
“You did so well for me,” she whispers against her neck, lightly kissing the skin there. Alyssa just lets out a sigh, turning and nearly sinking into Emma’s side, her breath evening out as she fell asleep.
Emma’s fingers ran through Alyssa’s hair for a bit before she followed.