Page 28 of Throw Away the Key
“Yeah, sure. I’ll be your passenger princess anytime, ” she whispered, running her nails down the side of Sadie’s torso. She reached into her drawer for a bottle of lubricant before sitting on the edge of the bed next to Sadie. Emma allowed the silky liquid to gather on the stimulator as she turned it to its lowest setting, teasing it between Sadie’s legs. “Let me help you get started.”
She ran her hands over Sadie’s breasts as the device slowly slipped into Sadie’s core. As it reached its hilt, the curved part connecting with her clit, Sadie’s body trembled and Emma increased the intensity.
“Fuck,” Sadie gasped, standing to her feet. She gripped the shaft of the toy and faced Emma, who leaned forward, taking the tip into her mouth, running her tongue along it before climbing further onto the bed, her legs opening to make space for Sadie.
Her knees pointed to the ceiling, her feet flat on the mattress, Emma touched herself, her thighs slick with want. She moved her hand away as Sadie rubbed the tip of the toy up and down the slit of her folds, her arousal growing by the second until she was ready to beg. Emma moaned as Sadie entered slowly, the vibrations of the device making her walls clench as Sadie pushed deeper. Emma’s body arched as one of her legs wound around Sadie’s waist.
Sadie bit her lip as she eased all the way in, her mouth dropping open as the pressure caused the curve to press harder against her clit. “I definitely need one of these,” she whispered as she buried her face between Emma’s breasts, massaging their peaks with both of her hands as she moved, guiding the length in and out slowly, Emma’s back arching as Sadie hit the right spot. Sadie pulled one of Emma’s knees over her shoulder, jutting her hips forward to grind the curve of the device against both of their cores.
Emma cried out as the sensation overwhelmed her, delicious pressure building as Sadie thrust gently, continuing to grind against her clit. “Please don’t stop,” Emma begged.
“Trust me, I’m not finished with you yet,” Sadie murmured as her tongue circled one of Emma’s puckered nipples before taking it into her mouth. She thrusted slowly, both of them lost to the frequency vibrating between them. Sadie’s eyes squeezed shut, a line pinching between her brows as she bit her lip, throaty moans emanating from within her as Emma reached her pinnacle.
Emma shouted, her body convulsing as Sadie continued to ease in and out–so slowly that Emma wanted to cry. “Oh my g–” she saw stars before she could finish, Sadie leaning forward to nuzzle her neck as she began to move faster, moaning just below Emma’s ear.
“Fuuuck, Em.” Sadie brought her arms under both of Emma’s knees, drawing them upward to go deeper.
Hearing Sadie use a nickname had her ready to fold. Emma’s eyes rolled back, her chin extending upward as Sadie kissed the column of her throat. Her mouth fell open as she gasped, her breath ragged.
Sadie rotated her hips, inching herself closer to Emma as she continued to pummel her.
“Sadie,” Emma whined. “Please...”
Sadie stared into Emma’s eyes, lust and heat radiating from her as she focused her gaze. She moved faster. “Please what?”
“Please… I need…” she moaned as her mouth dropped open, the edge of orgasm overwhelming her senses.
Sadie pulled her lip between her teeth and drove into her, pushing Emma’s knees closer to her chest. “Fuck,” she groaned.
Emma’s hands gripped the duvet cover, her hips rising to meet Sadie’s as Sadie pressed her pelvis to Emma's, the device between them providing added pressure. Emma panted, “Yes, yes… I’m–”
Sadie moaned, her body jerked as she came hard, the movements bringing Emma over the edge. Sadie kept grinding, wringing every last spasm out of them both before she reached for Emma’s face, kissing her lips, her jaw, her collarbone. “Oh yeah, I’m a fan.”
“Me too,” Emma grinned widely, her mind still reeling at this new level of intimacy.What does this mean for us?A litany of questions threatened to creep up, but she threw a mental wall up to block the intrusive thoughts from ruining their afterglow. Especially when she could instead think about the other goodies from the toy box they could experience together. “I can pick one up for you so that you have one at your place too… what’s your favorite color?”
“Black.”
“Now why doesn’t that surprise me?” she teased, yawning as Sadie pulled out, turning off the device before moving it to the side of the bed. She laid next to Emma, facing her with her head propped on her hand, her other one drawing slow swirls on Emma’s hip.
“Should I leave you to get some sleep?”
“No,” Emma nuzzled Sadie’s neck, kissing the angle of her jaw. “Stay. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Well, when you put it like that…”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Emma woke to the scent of bacon frying. She turned to see the other side of the bed made up slightly, a dip still in the pillow. As she rubbed her eyes and took a deep breath, she relished in the fact that she had slept so peacefully. She stretched her arms above her head, pointing her toes before sitting up and throwing her legs over the side. She reached for a robe on an accent chair and threw it around herself before padding into the living room.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Sadie greeted her in a sultry tone.
“Good morning, yourself. I didn't know you cook,” Emma smiled. “You never have food at your place, so I thought…”
Sadie laughed. “It's because I always cook all of it. So I tend to buy groceries a couple times a week. I used to do a lot of meal prep and stuff like that, but I would get bored having the same things over and over again. So I'd rather cook something, have it a couple days at most, and then have something else. But it does mean I go to the store more often–I try not to keep a bunch of stuff in my freezer.”
Emma nodded. “I feel like we used to have a completely full freezer and pantry at my house. When I was younger, our family struggled a bit before my parents found their footing andgot settled in their careers. But that initial struggle with food insecurity caused us to always have more food than we needed. Pantry and freezer were always packed–if the zombie apocalypse were to happen, we wouldn't be without supplies for a long time.”
Sadie tilted her head. “That makes perfect sense. That's how my grandmother used to do things, too. I think I just have grown more concerned with food waste and I feel like I used to waste so much that it bothered me. Especially cooking for one.” Sadie poured fresh coffee into two mugs, moving around Emma’s kitchen as if she were already intimately aware of where everything belonged. She grabbed oat milk from the fridge and dropped a pump of hazelnut syrup from the counter into both cups before mixing.
