A Month of Love and Discovery :

A Month of Love and Discovery


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It's been almost a month since I started dating Emily, whom I met at university. Personally, I think celebrating anniversaries is enough on the day we started dating, and I don't intend to be particular about it, and I think Emily feels the same way. But, it's been almost a month since we started dating. I think it's about time we move beyond just kissing. Emily knows this too, and it's not my first time, so I don't intend to hold back.

"The day after tomorrow, how about we watch a movie, have dinner, and then head back? Is there anything you'd like to eat, Mia?"

"Hmm, nothing comes to mind right now, but I'll think about it. I'll also check out some well-reviewed places near the cinema."

"Let me know once you've decided. See you tomorrow."

Emily has always spoken formally, both before and after we started dating. When I told her she could speak more casually, she said she was just used to speaking formally. Indeed, Emily speaks formally to everyone. I like that gentle demeanor of hers. However, if I leave everything to Emily, we might never progress, so maybe I need to take the initiative...

The day of the movie date with Emily.
The weather was nice, the movie was interesting, and the Italian restaurant recommended by a friend was great. Delicious and reasonably priced. We promised to come again, and the conversation flowed smoothly with our movie reviews.
At the bus stop, Emily checked her watch and glanced at the timetable. I saw the bus I usually take leave a moment ago, so the next one is in 30 minutes. There are fewer buses going to the station at night.

"There's quite a bit of time until the next bus. What should we do? Should we kill time somewhere..."

"...I want to go to your place, Emily. Is that okay?"

"It's quite close, so I don't mind... But, can I take it to mean what I think it means?"

Without answering, I tugged on Emily's sleeve. I was too embarrassed to look up after saying something so bold. Honestly, I didn't want her to make me spell it out.

"Don't embarrass a girl."

Hearing my trembling voice, Emily took my hand and started walking.
Since Emily didn't say anything, I didn't say anything either. Even though holding hands while walking isn't unusual, both our hands were slightly trembling.

"I'll borrow your shower."

"The towels are in the cupboard, and you can use the hairdryer and brush as you like. I'll leave some clothes for you..."

"Thank you."

As soon as we arrived at Emily's place, we exchanged awkward conversations. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my mouth from the nervousness. I took a deep breath under the shower.
When I came out of the bathroom, there were neatly arranged clothes and a hairdryer set up. After a bit of hesitation, I decided to borrow just a T-shirt.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Thanks for the shower and the clothes."

"No problem. But, that outfit..."

"Is it not okay?"

I timidly approached Emily. She was sitting on the bed with her head in her hands. As I got closer, she pulled me into her chest.

"You're really too cute."

She whispered in a husky voice near my ear, and when I looked up, our lips met, and I was pushed onto the bed. The usually gentle kisses were a bit more urgent today, and when I slightly opened my mouth for air, her tongue slipped in. The sensation of her tongue exploring my mouth made me shiver, and saliva I couldn't swallow dripped from the corner of my mouth. The feeling of floating and falling was so overwhelming that I clung tightly to Emily's neck.

"Emily..."

"I don't think I can be gentle. I'm sorry."

She wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, and my heart fluttered. Without saying anything, I hugged her tighter.
The kiss resumed, and her hand slipped under my T-shirt. Since I decided not to wear any underwear, her hand quickly found my bare skin, making me shiver. Her long fingers brushed against my sensitive spots.

"Ah."

Just a touch made me shiver and let out a short moan. She lifted my T-shirt and pulled it off my arms, letting it fall to the floor. The thought of being seen made me want to cover myself, but her gaze stopped me.
Her tongue played with my nipples, and my heart pounded unbelievably fast.

"Are you nervous? I am too."

When I placed my hand on Emily's chest, her heartbeat was even faster than mine. Feeling her heartbeat made mine quicken too. It felt like the fast rhythm was spreading to my fingertips.

While continuing to caress my chest, she gently stroked my legs, making my body jump. The sensation of seeking stronger pleasure made me feel a trickle of wetness. Just a slight movement made a small wet sound. Before I could say anything, she easily removed my underwear and traced my slit with her fingers.

"Ah, ah!"

Just a slight touch made my clit swell and my toes curl. Each stroke from bottom to top made me moan uncontrollably. My body trembled with pleasure.
Her tongue touched my clit with a wet sound.

"Ah, ah! Wait, please."

"I can't wait. I really can't."

She said firmly, and when I tried to close my legs, it only made me accept her deeper. Her lips sucked on my wet clit, and her tongue stroked it finely, making my back arch.
Her tongue slipped into my dripping wet entrance.

"Ah, ah! No, not there!"

She rubbed the shallow part of my entrance, making me moan. My breathing became erratic. The heat in my breath kept rising. Just as I was about to be overwhelmed by the heat, Emily pulled away.

"I want more... I want more."

"Your begging is so enticing, but I'm at my limit too, so please bear with me a little longer."

She bit open the condom package roughly. The condom-covered tip traced my slit, gathering my wetness.

"Mia."

As she called my name, she thrust deep inside me. My insides tightened, and my womb felt like it was descending. I wrapped my arms around Emily's neck, asking for a kiss.

"Emily, kiss me."

"As much as you want."

As I got lost in the kiss, she started moving slowly. Each thrust hit the right spot, making my insides tighten more. Every time she tried to pull out, my insides clung to her, asking for more.

"If you squeeze me like that, I'll come soon."

"Ah, ah, no, Emily! Ah! No, I'm going to come!"

She grabbed my hips and thrust deep inside me. The heat that had been building up exploded inside me.

"Ah, I'm coming!"

As I clung to her tightly, she kissed me, sealing my moans. I felt her pulse inside me, and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was wearing a different T-shirt and was in Emily's arms. As I raised my head slightly, I saw Emily sleeping peacefully. It was my first time seeing her sleeping face, and I couldn't help but stare at her long eyelashes. When I brushed her bangs away from her eyelids, she slowly opened her eyes.

"Did I wake you? Sorry, your bangs looked annoying."

"No, it's fine. Are you feeling okay? I was a bit rough, so I hope you're not in pain."

Emily, still a bit sleepy, spoke in a sweeter voice than usual as she stroked my head. Her gentle touch made me feel drowsy again. I wondered what time it was and looked at the window to see sunlight streaming in. My phone showed it was 10 AM.

"No way, it's already 10! We need to get up."

"I thought it was still early morning. You can sleep a bit more, Mia. I'll make breakfast. Though at this time, it's more like brunch."

"Do you cook, Emily?"

"Well, I live alone, so I do cook. Though I can't make anything fancy."

The more I learn about Emily, the more I realize she's quite high-spec. But I thought it wouldn't be fair for her to do everything, so I wobbled to my feet, still a bit weak in the knees, and went to the bathroom to rinse my mouth and wash my face. The bed was so comfortable that I almost fell asleep again.

"The bed was so comfortable that I overslept. I usually wake up around 7 AM without an alarm, so I'm surprised I slept in so much."

Another new piece of information. I usually set an alarm and barely wake up at 7 AM. I use both my phone's alarm and a regular alarm clock, setting the clock 5 minutes ahead.

"Good morning, Emily."

"Good morning, Mia."

Seeing that she wasn't using the stove or a knife, I went over and asked for a kiss. She called me a spoiled child but kissed me anyway.

Fin.



A master of sensual narratives, blending passion with elegance. Enjoys gourmet cooking and yoga. Lives in a serene lakeside home, drawing inspiration from the tranquility around her.

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