"You kiss well," she says, eyes twinkling.
"I wouldn't know, I died and went to heaven several times during that little bout of indiscretion."
Em leans in again, pulling herself against me. I whimper slightly as I feel her breasts against me and am rewarded with her low, throaty chuckle.
"You're extremely highly strung, aren't you Bella?"
"God, you have no idea."
"So why not let it out?"
"Can't. It never fully goes away."
"So let me help."
"What?" I answer, slightly scandalised.
"Isabel," she says, pouting. "I'm desperately aroused right now. Seriously soaked. To put it bluntly, I need to be touched. Now. I can feel that you're the same. So. I'm offering you my services."
"Emma..." I beg.
She presses herself against me, and slowly moves her thigh between mine, teasing me mercile
