Emily! Oh, Emily!

She takes me in her arms and kisses me. My sense of self melts away and I become intimately one with Emily. Oh, not physically, not yet anyway. Her touches, even her very breath upon my skin make me more hers and she mine. 

She undresses me effortlessly and unhurriedly, each item of my clothing seemingly melting away into nothingness. She is already naked, and I breathe in her intimate scents….scents I know so well. 

The love she has for me burns in her eyes. Quite often we look deeply into each other's eyes, and the tears fall unashamedly. Not tears of sadness nor even tears of happiness. These are tears of gratitude. We are not two, we are one, mind, body and soul. 

She kisses me gently, her lips touching mine and my mouth opening to receive her tongue, but this is no erotic tonguing, this is the first conjoining of our bodies. She strokes my back and I hers. She pulls away briefly to utter, “I love you.” This is no formulaic statement, it is a statement of inarguable fact. Something that doesn’t need  to be said, but something we couldn’t not say to one another. I know she loves me. I know by every touch, every gesture. I know even when she is between the legs of another girl on her business trips. She knows when The Lovely Chris is pounding me into senselessness and she is the one. And I am hers.

She leads me, naked to the bed and lays me on it. She kisses my body as if it’s the most precious crystal glass. When she gently spreads my legs, I am already open for her and wet beyond the capacity of mere words to describe. The touch of her tongue between my legs is electric. She never licks the wetness from my entrance, only around my engorged clit. 

By now, every inch of me aches for her. I am on fire. She moves briefly away and that tells me what is coming. She reappears between my legs, moving slowly up the bed, kissing me as she goes. Clit, mound, tummy, chest, each breast, each nipple, my throat, my neck, each ear, each eyelid, my nose and then as she penetrates my mouth with her tongue, she penetrates my vagina with our strap on. It’s a simultaneous double penetration, and it is perfect in its parts and in its whole. 

I gasp, almost like a virgin taking her first penis from her first lover. Emily moves gently inside me at first, the tiniest  movements, and I respond by tilting my pelvis to accept her more deeply with each push. Her hands hook under my shoulders and I feel a mounting pressure as she uses them for leverage. I’m internally screaming now. I want her so badly…I want to be fucked…screwed…shagged. A teardrop of regret drips barely noticed through my brain. Oh, how I wish she could ejaculate inside me! How I’d love that! 

She gets into a rhythm now, and we are kissing more fervently. I know this will make her climax too, and I cup her bum under the panties that hold the dildo in place. I feel it. Deep inside. I stretch my legs wide and hook my feet over her back exposing myself fully to her. 

“Oh, Emily! Fuck me! Make me cum!” She smiles down at me. “Are you close?”

“Oh yes! So close. So very close! Please….harder…”

“Me too….”

Her pace quickens and I feel her slamming me inside. Emily. My lover. My world. 

We both reach oblivion simultaneously, crying out wordlessly as we both cum. I feel myself covered in wetness from above. Has she squirted? Peed? Oh really! Who cares! I bear down hard on her cock, for to me, it is her cock…not some piece of shaped latex, or whatever it’s made from. It’s Emily. My Emily. As I cum, I imagine the top of it spurting semen and bathing my cervix in its milk. My vagina squeezes it, forcing every last drop from it before the orgasm makes my cervix dip into the pool of imaginary semen our love has produced. 

She lies on me, fully embedded and we hug and kiss each other back to the mundane real world. We could stay here, not eating, not drinking, and making love until time with us shall be no more, but reality is a different thing. 

Slowly, gently, she withdraws from me and slips the panties off. I hunger for her and as gently as she made love to me, my tongue makes love to her, penetrating her vagina and swallowing the benediction of her love. 

No eroticism. Not this time. No obscenities. Nothing but a physical expression of our love for one another. Complete, and entire of itself. 

I love her. 

She loves me. 

Nothing more needs be said.