Summer's End by Harper Bliss

nearly subsided there and then, but it wasn’t enough. Touching someone the way she had just touched Emily was surely an incredibly intimate gesture, but not as intimate as opening yourself up, as spreading your legs the way Emily had done. Marianne wasn’t sure she could do it yet, despite the incessant throbbing of her clit and the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
    She pulled back from the kiss, pushing the back of her head into the   pillows, and regarded Emily. She looked different, reborn almost, as if, after months of travelling—possibly longer—she’d finally found a home. The fire in Emily’s eyes was enough to wash away the insecurities that had crippled Marianne from the inside for so long. Because there were two people in this bed, two people coming home and finding a new lease on life.
    Only when it hit her that she was no longer alone could Marianne fully surrender. She let Emily kiss her neck and wrap her lips around her nipples while she stepped out of the mental shackles she had carried around for too long—almost too easily, it felt for an instant—and she let go. She let go when Emily removed her soaked panties and her tongue trailed a moist path along her belly button and then down, and even more so. Marianne let her legs fall wide eagerly by the time Emily’s lips reached her pussy and licked her as if she’d never done anything else in her life.
    And then, as if nothing was suddenly enough, she gently coaxed Emily’s head up and pleaded, “I need you inside of me.”
    Emily grinned up at her, her chin wet with Marianne’s juices—five year’s worth of them. She all but licked her lips. And oh, that feeling of being wanted again, of having someone’s eyes glint at the prospect of slipping their fingers inside of you, it was almost enough but not quite, because what held Marianne together in that moment, more than anything else, was that she had allowed herself to be wanted again.
    Not for long though, because Emily changed position, and Marianne could already feel the tip of a finger circling her entrance. Marianne knew that, once inside, that finger would change everything. It would change her from profoundly untouched and detached, to someone who could love again. Emily’s finger slid easily along her wet folds and the connection it established blew Marianne away. It was just a finger, but it healed her and it transformed her in that moment.
    “Come here,” she called for Emily because she didn’t want to be alone in the moment. She pulled her up while her finger remained inside. “More,” she said when Emily’s face was level with hers.
    She slipped in another finger and thrust harder and Marianne had to dig her nails deep into the flesh of Emily’s shoulders to hold on, to not be floored by the sheer force of the tiny movements inside of her.  
    “Oh,” she moaned as the flicks of Emily’s fingers inside of her seemed to magnify and spread pleasure throughout her body. “Oh yes.”
    Emily’s eyes were on her when she came with a loud gasp. Marianne witnessed how they grew wide as the walls of her pussy clamped around Emily’s fingers.
    They were silent while Emily gently removed her fingers and Marianne let her body collapse onto the bed—freed and satisfied.
    “That was…” Emily still looked down at her, seemingly unable to tear her gaze away. “I don’t know. Probably the most amazing thing ever.”
    “The eloquence of today’s youth continues to baffle me.” Marianne pulled Emily close for a kiss. She smelled herself when she let her tongue slide between Emily’s lips.
    “Objection,” Emily murmured into her mouth. “Sometimes it’s perfectly all right to be stumped for words.”
    “I could stay here all day,” Marianne said.
    “Then do.” Emily nuzzled her neck. “It’s your birthday and it’s your house. You can do whatever you want.”
    And for the first time in years, Marianne felt as if she could.

    EMILY

    “Do you have any idea how