Chapter 103

The elevator doors slid shut behind them, and the moment they did, Emma was already in Abigail’s arms, their mouths crashing together like magnets pulled too tight. Abigail backed her into the wall with a soft thud, gripping her hips as Emma’s hands fumbled to thread through her hair.

“I told you to keep that same energy,” Emma gasped between kisses, tugging Abigail’s bottom lip with her teeth.

“And I told you,” Abigail growled, lifting her thigh between Emma’s legs, “I planned to.”

Behind them, Megan and Ashley were tangled together too, though a little quieter—Ashley pressed against the mirrored wall, her arms looped around Megan’s neck, lips brushing with slow-burning fire. But even they paused for a second when Abigail groaned into Emma’s mouth and hiked her dress a little higher, gripping her thighs with every intention of picking her up again.

The elevator dinged.

Somehow, someone remembered to grab the bags off the floor before they spilled out into the hallway, laughing breathlessly, Megan and Ashley headed to their door never breaking contact, while Emma and Abigail headed to theirs. Emma reached into her purse to grab the key, still half-dizzy from being kissed senseless. Her fingers slipped once—twice—before Abigail took the key herself, managing to unlock the door while Emma nipped at her neck and whispered something that made her knees nearly give out.

They tumbled inside, hands never parting, lips barely breaking. Emma kicked the door shut behind them.

By the time they made it to the kitchen island, Abigail had Emma lifted up and perched on the counter again, their mouths locked in a kiss so deep it felt like drowning. Abigail’s fingers slid along Emma’s thighs, pushing her dress higher, while Emma clung to her, her legs already wrapping around Abigail’s waist.

Emma’s breath was ragged, her body arching into Abigail’s as they stayed tangled on the kitchen counter. Her hands moved under Abigail’s shirt, nails dragging along her spine. Abigail groaned low, the sound vibrating against Emma’s lips as she leaned in for another kiss—slower now, but so deep it sent shivers down Emma’s spine.

Abigail’s hands slid up Emma’s thighs, pushing the fabric of her dress higher and higher until it bunched around her waist. Emma’s breath hitched, her legs parting instinctively as Abigail kneeled before her. Abigail leaned in and dragged her tongue up Emma’s inner thigh, relishing the soft gasp that escaped her lover’s lips.

“Abigail,” Emma breathed, her fingers tangling in Abigail’s hair. “Please…”

Abigail licked a path higher, her tongue teasing the delicate skin just above Emma’s slit. She paused to look up, a mischievous glint in her eye. 

“Mmm, you’re so ready for me,” Abigail murmured against Emma’s thigh, her voice husky with desire.

A moan escaped Abigail’s throat as she leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the wetness already glistening on Emma’s pussy.

Emma’s fingers tangled in Abigail’s hair, holding her close as she fought to maintain some semblance of control. But it was a losing battle – the expert ministrations of Abigail’s tongue had her teetering on the brink.

“You taste incredible, Emma,” she whispered, before wrapping her lips around Emma’s clit and sucking gently

Abigail worked Emma with expert skill, teasing her clit with gentle nips before focusing on that sensitive bud. Emma’s moans filled the air, growing louder and more intense. Abigail could feel her racing heartbeat, smell the heady mix of arousal and desire emanating from her lover.

Just as Emma’s climax approached, Abigail pulled back, leaving Emma panting and wanting. She gazed up at her, a smug, satisfied smile on her lips.

“What…what are you doing?” Emma panted, her chest heaving with each breath.

Abigail stood, a sly smile playing on her lips. “I just needed a taste first,” she purred, leaving a trail of kisses up Emma’s inner thigh before whispering in her ear, “You taste so fucking good, I couldn’t resist.”

Emma’s eyes were glazed with lust, her chest heaving. “You bastard,” she gasped, a mix of amusement and frustration in her voice. “I was so close.”

Emma’s eyes flashed with possessive desire as she reached for Abigail’s collar, yanking her closer in a rough, demanding kiss. Abigail moaned into her mouth, the sound vibrations sending shivers down Emma’s spine. Breaking the kiss, Emma’s hands moved with purpose, swiftly unbuttoning Abigail’s pants and tugging them down along with her underwear.

Abigail stood there, her chest heaving, as Emma’s fingers wrapped around her hard, aching cock. “Touch yourself,” Emma commanded, her voice a low, sultry purr. “I want to see you play with it.”

Abigail complied, her fingers closing around her shaft and stroking it slow and steady. Emma’s eyes watched, ravenous, as Abigail’s cock twitched and leaked in her grip. “Mmm, that’s it,” Emma praised, her own desire spiking at the sight. “Show me how much you want me.”

With a hungry growl, Emma grasped Abigail’s wrist, guiding her hand faster, urging her to stroke herself with more vigor. Abigail’s breath quickened, her hips rocking into her own touch as Emma’s skilled fingers worked her over.

“Please, Emma,” Abigail panted, her voice thick with need. “I need to be inside you.”

Emma released Abigail’s wrist and grasped her hips, pulling her forward until the head of Abigail’s cock teased Emma’s slick entrance. “Then take me,” Emma commanded, her nails digging into Abigail’s skin. “Slide that hard cock inside me and make me scream your name.”

Abigail didn’t need to be told twice. With a savage thrust, she claimed Emma’s body, sinking deep into her heat. Emma cried out, her back arching as Abigail’s thickness stretched her to the limit.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Emma gasped, her legs wrapping around Abigail’s waist, locking them together as Abigail began to move. “Harder, Abigail. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Emma’s moans echoed through the room as Abigail slammed into her with relentless intensity, each savage thrust driving her closer to the edge. Emma’s nails dug into Abigail’s back, her body a live wire of tension and pleasure.

“Faster!” Emma screamed, her voice raw with need. “Make me come on your dick!”

Abigail obliged, her hips pistoning back and forth with brutal efficiency. Emma’s mind went blank, her world narrowing to the searing pleasure of Abigail’s cock driving into her again and again. The pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter in her core until Emma was shaking, on the verge of release.

“Abigail, I’m so close,” Emma gasped, her body starting to convulse. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

“That’s it, baby, take it,” Abigail groaned, her voice strained with the effort of holding back her own release. She gripped Emma’s hips, angling them just right to hit that magic spot deep inside that made Emma’s whole body quiver.

Emma’s moans turned to keening wails as she teetered on the brink, her pussy clamping down around Abigail’s cock like a vice. “Abigail, oh god, I’m… I’m…”She screamed Abigail’s name, her voice hoarse and ragged, as she came undone beneath her lover.

With a final, powerful thrust, Abigail sent Emma hurtling over the edge. Her orgasm rippled through her, her body convulsing as she came hard on Abigail’s cock. Emma’s vision went white, her mind consumed by the intense waves of pleasure that crashed over her.

But even as Emma’s body milked Abigail’s dick, she didn’t slow her pace. If anything, she fucked Emma even harder, driving into her with an almost vicious intensity. Emma’s eyes rolled back, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on Abigail’s back as she struggled to keep up with the relentless pace.

Abigail’s own pleasure was building, but she held back, determined to make Emma’s climax the focus. After a few more punishing thrusts, she abruptly pulled out, leaving Emma gasping and trembling on the edge of the counter.

“I need a minute,” she panted, staggering back a step as Emma slumped against the counter, still reeling from her intense orgasm. “You just about killed me with that.”

Abigail shook her head, “Two minutes, that’s all. Then I’m going to fuck you senseless all over again.”

With that, Abigail stepped back, giving Emma the space she needed. Emma watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Abigail took her bants off, a smug, satisfied smile curving her lips.

As the seconds ticked by, Abigail’s panting gradually steadied, her racing breaths evening out as she gazed at her lover with a mix of admiration and desire. Emma, still splayed against the counter, met Abigail’s eyes with a dazed, post-coital grin.

“You look like you could use a little help,” Abigail said, shrugging on her discarded pants and sauntering back over. Her fingers danced across Emma’s waist, pulling her up from the counter with ease.

Emma wrapped her legs around Abigail’s hips, clinging to her as the other woman lifted her effortlessly. Abigail turned to face the wall, pressing Emma back against it with her body. Emma’s hands instinctively came up to grasp Abigail’s shoulders, fingers digging in as she braced herself for what was to come.

Abigail’s hands roamed Emma’s curves, mapping every inch of her with a possessive touch. “You’re amazing,” she murmured, her lips trailing fire along Emma’s neck. “I could never get enough of you.”

“I know the feeling,” Emma panted, her hips rocking against Abigail’s in a silent plea for more.

With a low growl, Abigail positioned herself and thrust forward, burying herself to the hilt inside Emma’s still-quivering pussy. Emma’s back arched, a sharp gasp escaping her as Abigail’s thick cock stretched her once more.

“Fuck,” Emma breathed, her legs tightening around Abigail as she began to move, pumping in and out of her dripping heat with deep, powerful strokes.

Abigail set a brutal pace, each pounding stroke sending Emma’s body slamming back against the wall. The air was filled with the primal sounds of their coupling – Emma’s moans and Abigail’s grunts of effort, punctuated by the meaty slap of flesh on flesh.

“Harder!” Emma demanded, her voice ragged with need.

Emma’s hands flew up to tangle in Abigail’s hair, her long fingers fisting in the silky strands as she moaned into the other woman’s mouth, their lips still locked in a searing kiss. Abigail groaned, the vibrations traveling through Emma’s body with each pump of her hips.

Abigail broke the kiss, her chest heaving as she looked down at Emma, her gaze dark with lust. “You like this, baby?” she panted, thrusting harder, faster, the force of her movements sending Emma’s back bowing against the wall.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” Emma gasped, her own hips rising to meet Abigail’s, her pussy clenching around the thick intrusion. “Give it to me, Abigail. Fuck me.”

Abigail’s eyes flashed with a newfound intensity, her movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. She leaned in, her breath hot against Emma’s ear as she whispered, “Let me hear you baby”. Abigail’s fingers dug into Emma’s thighs, her grip almost bruising as she pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

 “Yes, Daddy! Fuck me, fuck me harder!” she wailed, her voice hoarse and ragged from the sheer intensity of their coupling.

Abigail’s face contorted in a snarl of exertion and pleasure, her eyes wild with lust as she gripped Emma’s thighs, forcing her even deeper. “That’s it, baby girl, scream for me,” she growled, her hips pistoning back and forth with a vicious rhythm.

But Abigail didn’t slow, didn’t relent, her own climax building with each brutal thrust. Emma’s cries of ecstasy egged her on, the sound of her own name being chanted on those sweet, trembling lips only fueling Abigail’s desire.

Suddenly, Emma’s back arched, her toes curling as a third, even more powerful orgasm crashed over her. “Oh fuck, Daddy! Yes, yes, yes, I’m coming, I’m coming!” she shrieked, her body shaking like a leaf as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

That was all it took to push Abigail over the edge. With a hoarse, guttural roar, she slammed into Emma one last time, her cock throbbing as she filled her lover’s spasming pussy with wave after wave of hot, thick cum.

As they both came down from their highs, Abigail carefully lowered Emma back to her feet, keeping her close as they both struggled to catch their breath. 

“I’m gonna go lay down before my legs file a complaint,” she murmured, voice raspy and spent, but still carrying that playful lilt.

Abigail grinned, her shirt askew, hair tousled, lips still a little swollen from their earlier intensity. “I got you. I’ll grab us some water,” she said

Emma glanced over her shoulder with a lazy smile. “Don’t take too long.”

Abigail shot her a wink.

Emma just laughed and made her way to the bedroom, her steps slower now, the adrenaline fading. The sheets were cool and inviting as she crawled into bed, melting into the comfort, her body finally beginning to relax. She laid on her side, facing the door, waiting.

In the kitchen, Abigail opened the fridge, grabbed two chilled water bottles, and leaned against the counter for a second, letting the quiet sink in. The night had been… a lot. In the best kind of way.

She took a long sip, grabbed the other bottle, and padded barefoot back to the room.

“Delivery,” she said softly, holding up the bottle like a prize as she stepped into the lo

Abigail pushed the bedroom door open with her shoulder, water bottles in hand, her steps unsteady in that tipsy, giggly way—like the floor had turned into a bounce house and she was just along for the ride.

Emma was already stretched out on the bed, the covers lazily kicked back, one arm curled beneath her head as she watched Abigail stumble in with a sleepy smile.

“Still standing, huh?” Emma teased, her voice soft with affection.

“Barely,” Abigail mumbled, her words wrapped in a slur and a grin.

She set the bottles on the nightstand with a soft clunk, then flopped into bed without a care in the world, sprawling sideways across Emma with a happy little groan.

Her head found its way to Emma’s chest, cheek pressed right over her heartbeat like it was the only sound she wanted to hear. Emma instinctively brought a hand up, carding her fingers through Abigail’s curls.

“You good down there?” Emma asked, amused.

Abigail hummed. “Mmmhmm.”

Then, in a quiet, tipsy whisper, she mumbled into Emma’s skin, “I’m not sharing you anymore.”

Emma blinked, her hand stilling. “What?”

Abigail lifted her head just enough to meet Emma’s eyes, her gaze glossy but steady. “I thought I could… but no. You’re mine. Just mine.”

Emma’s heart clenched in the softest, most dangerous way. She cupped Abigail’s cheek, brushing a thumb beneath her eye. “I love you and I have been and always will be just yours baby” she whispered.

Abigail’s lips curved into a lazy, sleepy smile, and she snuggled even closer.

“Just me and you… and our little one,” she murmured. “Anyone else is just a friend.”

Emma’s breath caught. A slow warmth spread through her chest, wrapping around her ribs like a promise she hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath for.

She kissed the top of Abigail’s head, fingers stroking gently through her hair. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Just us.”

Abigail gave a content sigh, already drifting off, her hand sliding across Emma’s belly in a tender, half-asleep gesture.