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Émilie, her legs wrapped around Melinda, glanced towards the bedroom and then at Melinda, raising her eyebrows.
Melinda shook her head slightly. "Too messy," she breathed out. "And anyway, too much stuff on the bed," she added.
Émilie nodded and smiled at her. She put her arms behind Melinda’s head and squeezed the two of them closer together.
Melinda carried her to the living room, and they fell down onto the couch, coiled around each other; Émilie lying on the couch, Melinda on top of her. Their lips met and danced together. Émilie’s fingers explored Melinda’s back.
Pulling her lips apart from Émilie’s, Melinda looked into her eyes. "Can I…?", she asked, and quickly glanced downward toward her breasts and more.
Émilie nodded, sucked her own lower lip behind her teeth and bit down on it lightly.
Melinda smiled, kissed her gently, then moved her lips to her chin and pecked it gently.
Émilie closed her eyes and arched her neck back.
Melinda kept moving, kissing her way first down her jawline to her neck, then following her neck to her collarbones. She wiggled herself slightly down on her and kissed her way down to her breasts. With hesitant lips, she kissed her nipple carefully at first.
"Ah! Ça fait du bien, Mel. Tes les lèvres sur mes mamelons ... incroyable," Émilie whispered, still with closed eyes. She put her hand on Melinda’s head and stroked her hair.
Melinda smiled at her, her lips still touching Émilie’s skin. I could get used to you speaking French to me, Émilie, Melinda thought. I don’t know what it is about you, but it drives me crazy for you when you do that… I wish I was brave enough to tell that to you.
"Ah, sorry… sorry… I switched to French again," Émilie said.
"I don’t mind…", Melinda said and traced the contours of Émilie’s breast with her lips, occasionally giving a tentative, light lick.
Émilie moaned softly and looked at her.
"Ah bon? Eh bien, dans ce cas…", Émilie said. "Embrasse-moi Melinda, embrasse-moi partout. Touche-moi avec tes doigts, touche-moi avec tes lèvres. Tu pouvez avoir tout de moi, comme vous le souhaitez. Demandez, et je me donnerai à tu," she said with her eyes closed. Her fingers dancing on Melinda’s hair. "Tu es une si belle personne. J'adore tes cheveux; J'aime vos lèvres. Je ne comprends pas comment je ne l'ai pas réalisé avant. La façon dont vous souriez, comment vos lèvres se recourbent vers le haut et vos yeux brillent. La façon dont vos cheveux tombent sur vos joues. La façon dont votre corps bouge lorsque tu marchez. Tout. Tout cela me fait t'aimer davantage," she whispered.
"Emi…", Melinda breathed against her skin. She raised her head and looked straight into Émilie’s eyes. "I can’t understand all of it, but… To my eyes, you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I will kiss you and touch you whenever you want me to," she said.
"I love your amazing hair, I love how it gathers on your shoulders, how it falls down your neck, how you try to contain it in an adorable topknot and some locks always escape and dance on your skin. The way you make my heart feel now, when you look at me. I love your eyes, Emi. I love all of you," she said.
She pulled herself up, leaned in and pressed her lips against Émilie’s. She moaned against her lips as theirs moved against one another.
Émilie’s fingers frolicked on Melinda’s back. They found her panties, and Émilie traced the hem with her fingers, sending shivers all around Melinda’s body.
She slumped on top of her with her face buried next to her neck, moaning softly into her ear.
Émilie slipped her thumbs under the rubber band and pushed them gently downwards.
Melinda pushed herself up, scooted downward, out of reach of Émilie’s searching fingers. She put her finger on Émilie’s lips and smiled at her. "Not so fast," she said quietly, grinning at her. "You’re the more experienced; it’s my turn to look first," she said.
She sat up astride Émilie’s stomach. Her hands found her breasts and fondled them softly.
Émilie closed her eyes, her hands searching for something to grab, finding the couch pillows and squeezing them hard. She moaned softly as Melinda pushed her breasts together gently, then traced her fingers around them, finally flicking her nipples gently. Émilie gasped and bit her lower lip.
Melinda grabbed both of Émilie’s hands and pinned her to the couch, leaning down, close enough that their breasts touched, and their faces were just an inch apart.
Émilie moaned, bit her lip harder, and squirmed under Melinda.
With a surprised chuckle, Melinda pulled up and looked at Émilie with a grin on her face. "Emi…", she said and giggled. "You’re my senior and much more experienced with all of this, but…" she said, then pinned her back, harder this time, her hands more apart, her face just an inch from Émilie’s. She moved her legs and pushed herself between Émilie’s, who spread hers wide. "… but you’re a bottom, aren’t you my little Emi," Melinda said grinning widely.
Émilie blushed, and tried to hide her face, but Melinda kept her hands pinned to the couch. She moved her leg so her thigh touched Émilie ever so slightly between her legs. That made Émilie tremble and moan hard.
Melinda grinned widely at her. "A-ah, my little bottom," she said and shook her head. "Don’t try to hide… You’re so adorable when you get flustered," she said, leaned close and touched her lips to Émilie’s. She took her lower lip into her mouth and gently bit on it, earning a satisfying squirm and moan from Émilie.
"Comment es-tu si douée pour ça, Mel? Je pensais que t’aviez dit que j'étais votre premier…?", Émilie whispered, opening her eyes and looking directly into Melinda’s.
Keeping Émilie’s hands pinned, Melinda chuckled and kissed her nose gently.
"I don’t know, really. I just look at you and I know what to do. I don’t even think about it," she said. She moved her legs and put them on one side of her, still holding her hands on the couch. "Now, be a good girl and keep your hands there," she said and let go of them.
Émilie instantly moved her hands to her face, but Melinda grabbed them and pinned her back.
"Naughty girlie," she said and chuckled. "Alright, we’re gonna do it this way then," she said and sat astride her belly, again.
She took Émilie’s hands and placed them on her breasts. "Keep your little hands here then, Emi," she said.
Émilie’s hands fondled her breasts and her she moaned. Feeling her fingers dance around her bare breasts, touching there, pinching here - it was all so, so good for Melinda.
I am so lucky to have you here, Émilie, she thought. You’re so gorgeous and… I have to admit I’m kinda loving it that you’re a bottom. I didn’t even know I would prefer being the top, but oh my god, Émilie! Those faces and noises you make are just so fucking adorable. Just watching you bite your lip or feel your squirming under me… I’m already soaking, Emi, and you’ve barely even touched me.
"Mel…", Émilie breathed out, "Mel please… I… I want you… I want you to…" she said panting. She tried to raise her hips, but Mel was sitting on her.
Émilie’s fingers frolicked and jumped around on Melinda’s breasts. She fondled them, pushed them. She circled her nipples with her fingertips and flicked them gently.
Melinda moaned and twitched as she did so. She leaned back slightly and reached for Émilie behind her. Her fingers found her thighs, and she felt Émilie’s whole body shudder when she stroked her fingers along those, almost, but not quite, hitting her between her legs.
"Emi…", Melinda said, her breath getting quicker and shallower. too. "Emi, I would love to push you down and do things to you, but…", she said and sighed, "but I’m actually not sure what those things are." She chuckled nervously. "I’m so sorry, my little Emi, but you’ll have to show me the ropes first. I promise I’ll make you feel good afterward, I just don’t—AAaaaa!" she said and gasped loudly.
Émilie had left her other hand with her breasts, tenderly stroking her nipple, but she had dropped her other hand, and it was now between Melinda’s legs.
Émilie pushed her palm gently, but strongly, against Melinda’s panties, right between her legs. She rubbed her with her palm, gently, and moved it up and down her panties.
"Ne t'inquiète pas, Mel. Je vais t'apprendre. Je vais t'apprendre tout ce que tu voulez savoir sur moi et je veux tout savoir sur tu," Émilie said, smiling.
She propped herself up on her elbows and wiggled herself up to sit from under Melinda. She wrapped her hand around her waist and pulled her close.
Melinda moaned softly as Émilie pressed her lips to Melinda’s breasts and kissed them all over, her lips dancing around the soft skin not unlike her fingers just a moment ago. A kiss there, a peck here. A gentle bite under there, and tender lick up here. Melinda squirmed in her hands as she continued to kiss her body, while her hands found new places to explore at her lower back.
"Don’t worry, Mel," Émilie said. "I will teach you everything I can; and in turn, I want to know everything about you," she said.
She put her hands behind Melinda and gently tipped her over until she was lying on the couch on her back and Émilie was on top of her on all fours. She kissed her nose, then her lips. She nibbled on her lower lip, then kissed her chin. She gave her throat a complete once-over with her lips and licked it for good measure.
Melinda shivered with pleasure and let out small moans as Émilie went on.
Émilie smiled gently and skimmed her fingertips on her skin, from the nape of the neck to her breasts. Each inch she moved her finger, she kissed the spot lightly.
Melinda kept making tiny noises and her body twitched and trembled as if answering Émilie’s kisses.
"I… I…", Melinda breathed out, panting. "I… didn’t think… you could… feel this good… just… fingers…", she stuttered between pants and gasps. She lifted her head slightly and look down her body. Her eyes found Émilie’s, and they locked their gaze.
Émilie grinned at her and planted her lips on Melinda’s nipple and sucked on it. "You..
AaaAAAahh!", Melinda gasped and then yelled as Émilie twirled her tongue around the nipple. She squeezed Melinda’s breasts together and alternated from one nipple to another, giving each a slight suck and a generous helping of twirling tongue, adding a slight, tender bite.
Unable to keep her gaze locked on hers, Melinda arched her whole body backward and moaned hard. "Emi… Emi… you… good… ohmygod… how…", she said, gasping. I can’t.. I don’t understand how she feels this good, she thought. I don’t.. Aah.. Just with her fingers and lips? And only my boobs? I can’t—I can’t even think how.. Ohmygod she’s moving down…!
Émile continued her journey along Melinda’s body. She bid her nipples farewell by kissing them both soundly, then licking her way down from them, across her flat belly and down to the panties. Her fingers danced on Melinda’s sides and stopped at the threshold of her panties.
She stopped and Melinda raised an eyebrow, lifted her head and glanced downward to her.
Émilie’s thumbs were under her panties’ rubber band and she was looking at her with a questioning face. She glanced down at the panties and then back at her.
Melinda felt like she’d melt. Even now, she’s still asking… still thinking about me… She swallowed and nodded at her, smiling.
Émilie smiled at her gently and pulled her hands slowly down. She leaned closer and took the front of her panties into her mouth and dragged them down with her teeth, only slightly helping with her fingers at the side. She pulled her panties down to the mid-thigh and stopped.
Melinda heard her take a deep breath. She’s… looking directly at me… she thought. I hope I don’t smell bad. I washed, right? Right. I hope I’m not dirty…
"Tu es si belle, Mel ... Tu sens le paradis, j'ai hâte de te goûter, tu beauté incroyable," Émilie whispered, and Melinda shuddered as she felt her breath on her lips between her legs.
"T'êtes trempé, Mel. Tu es tellement trempé que je peux le voir, et je peux déjà sentir ton parfum. Ça me rend fou, Mel. Je te veux tellement maintenant que tu n'as aucune idée…" Émilie said, reached forward and kissed her on top of her lips.
Melinda shivered and spread her legs wide. "I… I want… I want you, Emi…" she panted, "I want you… to touch me… so… badly… I’ve never… wanted anything… so badly in my life…" She arched her whole body and moaned hard, when Émilie pulled her panties off completely and kissed the insides of her thighs.
Émilie kissed her way down her inner thigh, almost, but not quite touching her folds or lips. She repeated that from down to up on the other side, then gently, almost not touching, just ever so lightly touching her lips to hers.
"Mel…" Émilie said. "Si je te fais…", she said and shook her head. "No, not French, you need to understand this fully. Mel, If I make you uncomfortable. At all. At any point… Tell me, I’ll stop," she said, "I don’t want to cause you any discomfort at all, just…"
"Emi… Emi…", Melinda panted out, "The only… discomfort… you’re making me… feel… is… is if you… don’t soon touch me… there… I’ll… I’ll scream…" she breathed out, panting hard, her hips rocking slightly up and down. "It’s.. Like… my pussy is… on fire…" Melinda managed to say. "I’ve never… felt like… this… before."
Émilie smiled at her, scooted closer and gave her a gentle, tentative lick.
Melinda shuddered and moaned.
Émilie pressed her lips against Melinda and let her tongue explore her folds.
Melinda rocked her hips against Émilie’s lips. As Émilie’s tongue moved and hit Melinda’s little swollen bean, she yelled out aloud and arched her whole body.
Émilie pushed her hands under Melinda and lifted her butt slightly, using her thumbs to spread her slightly. She made her tongue dance in and out of her, flicking her nub as she went.
Melinda twitched and moaned like an answer to each lick.
Melinda curled her toes, lifted her legs and planted her hands on Émilie’s head, pushing her ever closer, so her tongue reached better.
Émilie sucked on her lips and her bean, and made circles around it with her tongue. As Melinda’s breathing became quicker and louder, Émilie redoubled her efforts and worked her tongue all around, sucking on her nub as much as she could.
Soon, Émilie felt Melinda push into her head again, her fingertips and nails biting into her scalp. Melinda panted loudly and sped up her rocking hips. Slipping a finger inside, Émilie bent it slightly and caressed the top of her insides with her fingertip.
In seconds, Melinda’s whole body spasmed, and she screamed out, rocking her hips wildly against Émilie’s flicking tongue.
Melinda calmed down, and Émilie lifted her head, looking at Melinda lying under her. She was totally spent, her mouth partially open, her eyes closed. She was panting hard and a contented smile was on her lips.
Melinda raised her hands slightly, and Émilie climbed up, as Melinda took her into a tight embrace. She squeezed her tightly and kissed the top of her head. "You’re amazing, Emi," she said. "I’ve never felt so good in my life… you’re so good, so good…" she said and kissed her head again.
"You’re so beautiful, Mel", Émilie said, "and so rewarding to touch… I loved the reactions I had on you… I think I could get used to this." She nuzzled her face closer to Melinda’s neck. She raised her eyebrow and lifted her head slightly when she felt Melinda chuckle.
"Emi… Now I know what to do," she said and grinned. "Let me catch my breath, and I’ll show you how fast of a learner I am," she said.
Émilie squirmed in her hands and smiled.
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