Trembling, She Crests

I am not done with her.

On my lips she trembles, she shakes and she shivers. The rush of her climax washes over her like a wave and her head launches back with a crack against the tile behind her and that must have hurt but god she doesn't care.

Her arms reflexively cross over her body, forearms crushing against her breasts and somehow making them seem more impossibly full and pert because they overflow around the edges of her as her fingers curl into her collarbone.

I feel the tremble and her thighs shake, feel her clench as her whole body tightens and a long moan rumbles out of her, shaking on the edge of an ending as it turns to a sigh while her body relaxes that little bit more.

Before I pull even harder with my lips and my tongue lashes even more, flicking and then pressing up against her clit to counter the pull of my lips. The contrast enough that the relaxation she was just feeling is ripped asunder as she tightens once more.

"Emily!" she calls out my name for one instant before her hand clamps over her mouth to cover her perfect lips and muffle her beautiful cry.

And that simply will not do.

I take her to the edge and I let her cum and just when she's coming down from it I shift things once more. This time pressing up a finger to slide into her beneath my lips and fill her sex for one instant as I feel her tighten again. I don't give her even that rest though, pulling back only to push a second finger in when I thrust once more.

I fuck her with my fingers while I taste her with my lips and she is delicious. She is sweet and she is sensuous and she is so goddamn warm as she climaxes again, shuddering against my ministrations while her hands snap out from her body and seach for something to hold onto.

But she's up against the wall and all she finds is slick tile so her fingers splay out as her eyes go wide and then glassy and slick, as her mouth goes slack into a wide O while she moans low and then loses everything.

The only reason she doesn't fall is that she's held up by my arms and the only reason she doesn't hurt is that I'm there to catch her and the only reason she comes back to life in the end is that I do not stop. I do not fucking stop.

I give my everything to her, making her cum again and again and letting her fall by degrees, sliding down the wall until she's splayed out on the floor of the shower with me and we're entangled, my lips pressed against her lips now and my hands on her breasts and her hips as she holds me to her, **** for touch and **** for me to know.

"You make me feel so good."

She says it but I could too and when we reach the end and are just luxuriating in the warmth of each other and the water rushing over us, we both feel it. We both feel how right this is, how much this feels like...

Like we could have it forever.

I let my eyes close for just an instant. I don't even fall asleep but I let it happen. I let my focus drift.

The choices are not set in stone but I can see them start to solidify and start to harden and focus. I can see it start to come into concrete form.

Rachel. Me. An apartment. A life. A memory of a future yet to come.

A future that was good, no doubt about that. With pleasure and promise and connection and wholeness and almost... almost enough.

A future where we were close, closer than best friends. Closer than two people who weren't in love should be, perhaps.

Because we weren't in love. Because we couldn't be enough.

Because both of us were looking for something else.

And both of us were held back by the fact that we couldn't let go.

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