Emma

You slip into the nearest bed, trying not to disturb the sleeping Irish girl inside it. Despite your efforts, your legs accidentally brush against hers, which are curled onto your side of the bed.

"Mmmm," hums Emma, rolling over. You see her green eyes fluttering open in the moonlight. "Felix?"

"Hey," you smile, keeping your voice low. "Sorry - I tried not to wake you..."

"It's okay," yawns Emma happily. "I'm... kind of glad you did..."

Your chest tingles as you feel soft fingers resting on it, then slowly sliding down to your waist, where they hook under your top and slowly pull upwards.

You gently place a hand on her wrist. "Are you sure you don't want to sleep? We've got months ahead of us..."

Emma stops. "You... you don't want to do this?"

"No that's not what I... of course I do," you whisper. "But... you just looked so cute, so peaceful... I feel a bit guilty now."

"Don't," says Emma, shimmying her body closer. "This is what I want."

She resumes lifting your top up, and you help get it over your head. Emma presses herself against you, one hand running along the edge of your stomach, the other stroking your shoulder blades. As your legs tangle, you put a hand behind her head and lean in to kiss her. Her mouth is soft and supple, and the touch of her lips can only be described as a feeling of beauty. You gently mouth one another, Emma sending tingles down your back with every brush of her fingers, your right hand sliding under her supple waist.

You kiss a while longer, before Emma draws away. Wordlessly, she guides your left hand to her collar, where you feel a button holding the fabric together. You glance at her for approval, and find her watching your face with determination. You smile lovingly, and start to undo her pyjamas (one-handedly, but you're pretty adept). As you work your way down, between the mounds on her chest, Emma kisses you again, her tongue sliding between your lips to explore your mouth.

You finally reach her waistline, and after Emma turns over, you place your palms on her exposed stomach, her top now open down the front. You feel the rise and fall of her diaphragm, the firm outline of her muscles just beneath the skin, the rapid pulse of her heartbeat. Then you slowly move upwards, feeling the harness of her ribs, finally reaching the hills of her chest - B-cups? C-cups? You don't care. You just know that they're the perfect balance between softness and firmness, and they feel amazing in your hands.

"Squeeze them," Emma breathes, her legs holding tightly onto yours, and you gladly comply. Her breath becomes shuddering as you roll a nipple in your fingers, gently stimulating it, whilst you caress her beautiful neck with your mouth. She raises her chest, pushing into your hands, with the side-effect of pressing her bum against your erection. She wiggles her shoulders happily at the sensation.

This continues for minutes, hours - you're not sure. Sometimes Emma turns her head, and you lean forwards to kiss her passionately. At one point you switch, Emma pressing her breasts into your back as she caresses your chest, abs, biceps, whilst kissing your neck, shoulders, back... it's heaven. Of course, you're tempted to slip a hand under her waistband... but somehow you sense that this isn't the time.

Eventually you end up back in the earlier position, with you both on your sides, Emma's rear side nestled against your front.

"Let's go to sleep like this," the redhead says contentedly.

You bury your nose into her hair, inhaling her sweet scent, as you wrap your arms around her, your legs entwining, as you fall into a tranquil slumber.

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