“Okay,” Addison took a breath. “Okay, I am missing something. How is Jack moving from a string of one night stands to a repeat performance not getting out of her comfort zone?”
“It is,” Emma said.
“Lost me, Em.”
“It is, Addy. Jack will struggle with that more than that script portrays.”
“Struggle with what? With making love to Liz? She’s already done that, Em.”
Emma thought for a moment. How could she explain what she was driving at to Addy? As articulate and poignant as Addison was in her writing, Emma understood that Addison sometimes learned best through active expression. She imagined that was one of the reasons Addison’s writing was so vivid. Addison felt everything acutely. Emma smiled at Addison.
“What?” Addison asked, confused by the mischievous grin on Emma’s face.
“I’m thinking of a way to help you understand what I am trying to explain.”
“Uh-huh.”
Emma stood and crossed the room slowly. Addison immediately recognized the seductive glint in Emma’s eyes.
“Em?”
“Addy,” Emma looked in Addison’s eyes. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course, I trust you.”
Emma reached out and skimmed a fingertip along Addison’s cheek. She searched Addison’s eyes endlessly, attempting to communicate her intention silently. She circled Addison, allowing her finger to follow around Addison’s throat to the back of her neck and finally down to the tip of her cleavage.
“Good,” Emma whispered in Addison’s ear. “Then let the lesson begin.”
“Lesson?” Addison nearly swallowed her tongue. She had been with Emma for seven years, and Emma still had the ability to drive Addison directly to her knees.
Emma kissed Addison’s lips tenderly. “First rule in the classroom—no talking.”
Addison thought her knees might buckle. Emma’s seductive smile was every bit as arousing as Emma’s touch could be. Everything about Emma drove Addison wild. Emma was beautiful. Emma was gentle. Emma was loving. Emma had a playful side. She could be daring, even commanding. That was not the common dynamic in their marriage, and that made its appearances exhilarating.
“I,” Emma let her lips fall onto the hollow of Addison’s throat. “Want,” Emma’s lips traveled up to Addison’s lips. “You,” she said, and swiftly claimed Addison’s mouth with a passionate kiss.
Addison’s hands gripped Emma’s hips. The sensation of Emma’s tongue gracefully dancing against hers as Emma’s fingernails skimmed over the skin on her arms, sent tingles up and down Addison’s body.
Emma’s mouth strayed to Addison’s neck, nipping lightly at her flesh and then swiftly replacing the gentle pressure of her teeth with a feather-light kiss. Addison’s head fell back, inviting Emma to devour her if she wished.
Emma grinned. Addison was already gone and Emma had not even begun. Emma understood Addison better than anyone. She knew where Addison’s resistance to change came from, whether that was resistance to changes in their personal life or revisions to a script. Change exposed vulnerability. Change was unpredictable. Coping with change would always mean taking a leap of faith to some degree. Change made Addison apprehensive because vulnerability was uncomfortable. One of the most significant roles Emma played in Addison’s life was teaching Addison that surrendering doubt and fear was required for growth—growth in every facet of life.
Emma let her hands softly explore Addison where she stood, never lingering in one place for long, never trying to divest Addison of her clothing—teasing Addison mercilessly.
“Emma,” Addison groaned in protest. Emma stepped back immediately. “What?” Addison asked.
“You forgot the only rule in the classroom already? Addison,” Emma chastised her wife.
Addison sighed. “You were serious?”
“I am totally serious,” Emma said. She took Addison by the hand and led her to stand beside their bed. “The only time you get to speak is if I ask you a question. Just like in a classroom,” Emma said.
Emma’s fingers began to address the buttons of Addison’s denim shirt. One by one, she methodically released them. She loved undressing Addison. It reminded her of Christmas mornings when she was a kid. Often, she knew what awaited her beneath the colorful wrappings. Somehow, revealing it always left her breathless. Anticipation was intoxicating. Emma intended to drown Addison in anticipation. She pushed the shirt off Addison’s shoulders and Addison’s hands immediately sought to remove Emma’s clothing. Emma caught them and placed her lips directly against Addison’s ear. “No touching either. Students don’t touch their teachers, Addison. Behave or I will put you in time-out.”
Addison groaned. She desperately wanted to feel Emma against her. Emma’s fingers were already relieving Addison of her bra. In less than an instant, Emma’s fingers began to circle Addison’s nipples playfully. Addison did not want to behave—not at all. She wanted to test the limits of Emma’s game. She resolved herself to let Emma have her way for the moment. She wavered when Emma’s mouth replaced her fingers, covering Addison’s right nipple with unexpected warmth and sucking gently.
“You can hold onto me,” Emma told Addison.
Addison’s hand gripped Emma’s shoulders as Emma’s mouth continued to tease Addison, tenderly at first and then more forcefully. Addison moaned. Her desire to throw Emma on the bed and take her was beginning to consume her. The more Emma teased, the more Addison wanted to take control.
Emma’s hands deftly addressed the button and zipper on Addison’s jeans and pulled them with Addison’s panties to Addison’s ankles. Addison kicked off her sneakers and hurriedly stepped out of her clothing. Emma had to remind herself not to laugh. Addison was adorable, all flustered and desperate. Poor Addison. She had no idea what was coming. Emma’s hands grasped Addison’s hips and she dropped to her knees in front of Addison. She heard Addison gasp. Emma kissed Addison’s stomach and let her fingers glide over Addison’s center. She moaned at the warmth she found there.
Addison couldn’t take it any longer. She reached down and pulled Emma back to her feet.
“Addison,” Emma warned.
Addison was done with the game, or so she thought. She cupped Emma’s breast through Emma’s sweater.
Emma struggled to resist. The slightest touch from Addison had the power to make Emma crave release, and part of her wanted to give Addison her way. There was something she wanted more; something that Emma was sure would open a new dimension in their marriage. She wanted Addison to give over all control. She wanted to make Addison writhe in desperation, knowing it would require more willpower than she had ever had to muster. Emma wanted Addison to beg silently. She wanted to see Addison’s eyes glaze over with need so palpable it would send them both teetering on the edge of sanity. It wasn’t only Addison’s comfort zone that Emma sought to push, it was also Emma’s. Emma had shared many fantasies with Addison. She had never pushed this far, not in all their years together. She’d always told Addison that no matter how adventurous or playful they became in the bedroom; Emma would always be making love to Addison. She meant that. Tonight, Emma wanted to make love to Addison, but she wanted to allow passion to consume them. She wanted them both to let go of every remaining inhibition and surrender to the lustful undercurrent that always traveled alongside their love. She’d been planning an adventurous weekend for months. Addison had given her an unexpected opportunity.
Emma took a deep breath and removed Addison’s hands. “Apparently, you want to go to time-out.”
Addison almost laughed. She had heard Emma speak those words to their daughter more times than she cared to count. She snickered and Emma raised a familiar brow in challenge.
Emma shook her head. “Get on the bed, Addy.”
Addison looked at Emma to see if Emma was serious.
Emma grinned. She took a finger and softly let it trail over the wetness between Addison’s legs. “If you want me to help you with this, you will
get on the bed now, Addy.”
Addison’s heart began to pound furiously. Emma’s eyes never left hers as Addison complied with Emma’s direction. At this point, Addison was positive she’d throw herself off the roof if Emma asked her to. Emma turned her back and headed for her bureau.
“Where are you going?” Addison called after her.
Emma ignored the question. She opened her top drawer, rummaged through it for a moment and smiled triumphantly. She made her way back to Addison like a cat stalking its prey, and knelt on the bed at Addison’s feet.
“What are you doing?” Addison asked.
Emma grinned and shook her head. “You are not very good at following directions, Addison. I told you that in class I ask the questions.”
“What if I raise my hand?” Addison quipped.
“Mm. That might present a challenge for you.”
Emma revealed two scarves. She moved to hover over Addison and directed one of Addison’s hands to the headboard of their bed. She started to tie Addison’s wrist to one of the slats on the headboard and sensed Addison’s slight panic. Emma leaned over and kissed Addison lovingly. “Trust me, Addy,” she implored her wife. “I promise, you are safe with me. You are always safe with me. Now, just trust me,” Emma said. “I told you that if you continued to misbehave, I would put you in time-out. This is time-out. This way I can be sure that you are paying attention,” Emma said. Addison nodded. “Good,” Emma said. She rewarded Addison with another kiss before securing Addison’s other hand to the headboard.
Addison tried to steady her breathing. She wasn’t sure if she was more excited by Emma’s forthrightness or more nervous. She did trust Emma—completely. She had never been in a position that left her unable to reach out for Emma. And, Addison always found a need to touch Emma in some way when they made love. She’d always been able to take control if she needed to. Now, she was helpless—at Emma’s mercy. Addison closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them, Emma was straddling her hips, looking down at her.
“Tell me, Addy—what do you want right now?”
Addison hesitated to speak.
“I asked. You can tell me. Tell me what it is that you want,” Emma said. She cupped Addison’s breasts and kneaded softly. Addison’s breathing picked up. Emma squeezed both of Addison’s nipples lightly. “Is that what you want?” Emma asked. Addison moaned. “Tell me.”
“I want you. I want to touch you.”
Emma smiled. “Is that right?”
“I can’t even see you,” Addison said.
“You’re looking right at me,” Emma teased. “You mean that you want to see more of me. Is that what you mean?” Addison nodded. Emma grinned. “Do you? Tell me, Addy.”
“Yes,” Addison choked. “I want to see you naked over me,” Addison surprised herself with the words.
Emma kept her eyes locked with Addison’s and slowly pulled her sweater over her head. She reached back, unhooked her bra, and tossed it aside.
Addison’s heart pounded in her chest. Emma looked sexier than Addison could recall kneeling topless before her in her jeans. She sighed when Emma crawled up her body.
Emma let her breasts fall against Addison’s. She heard Addison gasp and watched as Addison’s eyes closed. Emma smiled. She loved watching Addison fall away from reality. She loved Addison, and Emma loved the way Addison made her feel. Touching Addison, feeling Addison beneath her, knowing that she commanded a place in Addison’s life and heart that no one else ever had or would, made Emma’s heart sing and her body hum. She hoped that Addison would always feel that same truth in her touch. No one could ever rival Addison in Emma’s world—not the way Addison made Emma feel, and not the place that Addison held in her life.
“Addy,” Emma breathed into Addison’s ear. “Open your eyes, love.”
Addison forced her eyes to open. She looked at Emma and sighed.
“What, love?” Emma asked gently. Addison shook her head. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”
“I want to feel you,” Addison confessed.
“Feel me? What do you mean?”
“I want to touch you, Em.”
Emma smiled. She kissed Addison tenderly, allowing their bodies to be pressed together. Addison moaned, and Emma felt Addison begin to struggle slightly. Emma pulled away and surprised Addison by dropping her breasts right above Addison’s lips, just out of Addison’s reach. Addison pulled against her restraints. Emma tried not to laugh. Watching Addison’s battle was turning her on. And, she wanted Addison to touch her, but she had no intention of giving over control. Emma put her hand on Addison’s chest and pushed her gently back against the bed.
“Behave, Addy,” Emma said. Addison huffed. Emma bit back a smile. She heard Addison suck in a ragged breath and decided to relieve the ache she knew they both felt. Emma lowered her breasts onto Addison’s lips. Addison moaned and took possession of Emma’s right nipple in her mouth.
Emma felt the sensation travel rapidly south and pool between her legs. “Addy, just like that,” Emma urged Addison on.
Addison reveled in touching and tasting Emma. She loved teasing Emma into a frenzy. She groaned when Emma pulled away and sighed in relief when Emma offered her other breast as a prize. Addison secretly hoped that her efforts would be rewarded, and Emma would surrender. She teased Emma exactly the way she knew Emma loved to be teased, a soft suckle replaced without warning by a gentle nip. Emma was beginning to grind against Addison, and Addison wondered how long it would take before Emma’s resolve cracked.
“Addy, don’t stop,” Emma begged. It would not have been the first time that Addison brought her to climax this way. And, at the moment Emma was tempted to allow Addison to do just that. She ground her center against Addison’s thigh, wishing she had taken the time to remove all her clothing. “Fuck, Addy. So, fucking good.”
Addison sucked harder. Emma was drawing close to release. Emma seldom talked dirty in the bedroom. Addison had been surprised the first time Emma had gotten direct and a bit dirty in her dialogue. What surprised Addison the most was how much it seemed to turn her on. She wasn’t sure why it did. She guessed it was because Emma was ordinarily tender even when she was playful. Addison enjoyed knowing that she could bring out a different side of Emma. Now, she wanted to bring it out in spades. Addison wanted to hear Emma beg, to hear Emma tell her everything she wanted.
“Oh, God, Addy… Fuck yes.”
Addison’s center was throbbing. She sucked Emma’s nipple greedily, not able to get enough to satisfy her.
Emma felt a slight tremor begin in her core. She steadied herself. Not yet. She could happily let herself go, but something was driving her to stop. She wanted more. She pulled away and looked at Addison’s flushed cheeks. Emma desired to push both their limits, not just Addison’s. She had fantasized about this scenario for years, but she had lacked the courage to follow through. Now, she was so turned on; there was no way she was going to turn back.
“Not yet,” Emma said. Addison’s eyes silently pleaded with Emma. “Mm… I was so close,” Emma placed her lips over Addison’s. “You had me so close, Addy. So close, I can still feel you,” Emma said. She kissed Addison’s lips. “Mm… I can still feel you. Tell me, Addy… Tell me what you want right now.”
“I want you to let me take you,” Addison said.
Emma moved back. “You want me to let you relieve the ache you started?”
“Don’t you want me to?”
“I ask the questions,” Emma said. “I do want you to,” she confessed.
“Let me,” Addison replied.
Emma hopped off the bed, removed her jeans, and climbed back over Addison’s hips.“Yes,” Addison hissed.
Emma arched her brow. “Yes?” she asked. “I didn’t ask you anything, Addy. You don’t get rewarded for talking out in class,” she said. Addison groaned. “But,” Emma smiled. “That doesn’t mean that I should have to suffer.”
Addison felt her mouth go comple
tely dry. Emma’s hands fell over Emma’s body, pinching her nipples. Addison’s heart started to thunder so powerfully it startled her. Emma licked her lips and Addison thought it was the sexiest thing she had ever witnessed.
“Mmm,” Emma opened her eyes and looked at Addison. “Almost as good as when you touch them,” she said.
Addison thought she might have a stroke. Emma’s right hand snaked down over her stomach and continued lower. Emma moaned the moment she touched herself. She knew that Addison had made her wet. She was about to lose herself. Emma took a deep breath. She wanted to make Addison crazy, and she needed release. She looked in Addison’s eyes. Even if Addison did protest, her eyes gave her away.
Emma began to stroke herself softly, not enough to bring her to climax—she wanted to watch Addison watching her. “You want this?” Emma asked. Addison nodded. “To touch me?”
“Yes.”
“Like this?”
“Yes,” Addison choked.
“What about what I want?” Emma asked.
“What do you want?” Addison asked. She wanted to hear the answer.
Emma moaned and dipped a finger inside herself. “I want to taste you,” Emma said. “I want you to fuck me—slow and deep, over and over,” she told Addison.
Addison could feel the wetness growing on the sheet beneath her. She was almost positive she would not survive this game.
“Can you do that?” Emma asked. Addison nodded and licked her lips. Emma was falling into a sexual haze. She was tempted to put on a full show for Addison. She decided she would let Addison make that call. “Addison, I want you to tell me,” Emma’s thoughts trailed off. “Oh… Addy… I need…”
Addison broke the rules. “Do it, Emma.”
Emma’s head fell forward as her fingers probed deeper. She forced herself to look at Addison. “You want to watch me come, Addy? Is that what you are telling me?”
“Please,” Addison pleaded.
“Please what?”
“Please… You look so good right now, Em. Please, I want to watch you come. Please.”
Emma needed no further encouragement. She let her thumb circle her clit gently and moaned. It took less than a second and Emma began to fall. “Oh… Addy… Yeah… I’m going to make you come like this. I promise you. Oh… Fuck!”
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