pov: married emily prentiss has the filthiest sex with her wife then proceeds to make heart shaped pancakes for her kids.
the sunlight streams in through the light pink curtains of the bedroom shared by you and your wife, accompanied by the gentle song of birds chirping outside the window which has been opened ever so slightly to let some air in, casting a slight breeze over the still sleeping form of your wife and yourself, who is now slightly more awake.
a soft, sleepy groan escapes from your lips as you turn over to snuggle into emily’s back which is warm and soft, tangling your body further into the bedsheets in the process.
“good morning” you mumble against the small of her ear, a gentle nibble following a few seconds after. it doesn’t take long for emily to stir, slowly rolling over so your faces are now practically touching which causes a small smile to creep onto your face.
you always crave having her close.
“morning baby” emily says gently, voice raspy and still thick with sleep which causes a shiver to run down your spine and a fiery heat to pool in the pit of your stomach.
by now emily has her face buried in the crook of your neck, planting slow, sloppy kisses to your pulse point which provokes your fingers to flex against the edge of the duvet, a signal that you want more, a signal that emily isn’t going to ignore.
emily’s kisses against your neck start to move lower, her lips now travelling onto your chest and breasts. “fuck…emily” you breathe, fingers moving to grab at her hair, guiding her to where you want until her lips latch onto one of your already hardened nipples, suckling like she’s starving.
you part your legs just a bit, providing emily with more space as you feel your nipple slide out of her mouth with a wet pop, leaving it abandoned, hard and soaked in her spit. as emily goes to continue, you swear that you can hear noise coming from your child’s bedroom, causing you both to freeze up. “you locked the door, right?” you whisper to emily, and she nods which fills you both back up with relief.
“i wouldn’t let her disturb our morning, baby” emily claims, her tone making you believe her as she brings herself back up to your face for a brief moment, simply to press a kiss to your lips, one that conveys how eager she is to serve you and make you feel good.
once emily breaks the kiss, she settles back between your legs, pushing the duvet aside so she has more access to the very thing that you both know belongs to her anyway. her slender fingers hook into the side of your underwear, pulling them off completely to reveal your wet, swollen pussy which is now exposed to her gaze.
“god baby, you still get soaked for me like it’s our first time” emily says, a hint of smugness laced in her voice.
those words spiral around in your mind causing a wave of dizziness to wash over you, your need for her only grows stronger as the years go by, your hunger for her is never satisfied. “please emily, i need you to fuck me” you beg, voice soft and quiet as to not wake up the sleeping child next door.
emily flashes you a smirk, not long before her fingers grip into the flesh of your inner thighs, prying them open as she begins to eat you out- messily, hungrily and not in the least bit cautiously of making too much noise.
a gasp rips from your throat, your hands flying to emily’s head, grabbing a fistful of her hair which you use as leverage to pull her face in closer until it’s practically buried inside your pussy, intoxicating her with your scent and taste- knowing she simply can’t get enough of you.
“oh yes! emily just like that- fuck your tongue feels so good inside me” you pant like a dog with absolutely no shame behind it, your head already lolled back and now resting against the headboard. the deeper her tongue goes, the more wet you become, so by now? you’re dripping, coating her mouth and chin in your juices.
“fuck baby you taste so damn good” emily mutters as she lifts her head to catch a breath, her lungs filling with the air that is also thick with your scent, one that’s strong enough to push her head right back down between your thighs.
as she does, you start grinding your cunt directly into her mouth- “more…more” you pant as you do so, emily’s spit and your juices mix together, eventually leaking down her chin, the sensation causing emily’s head to spin.
she’s most likely just as desperate as you are right now.
by now, the minutes have started to blur into hours. not that you’ve realised, you’ve been too busy grinding your aching cunt into emily’s warm, welcoming mouth, reeling off the feeling of her tongue dragging up your slit, eliciting many different noises from you.
none of them quiet, or child appropriate.
as you catch a glimpse of the time you realise that your daughter will be waking up soon, making you curse quietly under your breath, but it easily gets drowned out by your urgent panting and chanting of emily’s name- begging her to make you cum on her face.
“right there emily” you whine, almost, and as if on cue emily’s fingers dig into your thighs a little harder causing you to wince- but she knows you can take a little pain. she holds you open, forcing you to endure more of the pleasurable torture her tongue is providing you with, the very torture you’ve been begging for all morning.
“cum? yeah, i know you are baby” emily cuts you off, feeling all the telltale signs before your body can even register what’s happening. your legs have started shaking, your soft thighs clamped around the sides of her head and your greedy pussy already clenching around her skilled tongue.
you’re teetering on the edge now, the heat in the pit of your stomach has risen to your chest, making your heart hammer against your ribcage. emily’s head rises from your pussy once more as she flashes you a smirk- one that shows you she’s not finished with you yet.
emily wastes no time, not bothering to let you get a word in before she slides 3 fingers, all at once, inside your sopping wet pussy, scissoring them a few times, letting you feel the stretch and slight burn that accompanies it.
she wants to make sure you really ache before she gives you what you need.
“oh fuck! wait- oh god please emily! it’s too much-“ you cry into the air, all care for making too much noise isn’t even a thought in your mind anymore. not when emily’s making you feel this good.
“you can take it baby, i know you can. just give it all to me” emily reassures you so softly, her tone carrying the complete opposite to what she’s currently doing to your body.
her fingers are moving rapidly, the room filling with lewd squelching sounds as they plunge deep inside you before retracing for a brief couple of seconds, not long enough until she repeats the process over and over until she feels you clamp down around her digits.
that’s when emily reattaches her mouth to your clit, sucking it hard and fast like her only goal in life is to get you off.
well to emily, in this moment, it is.
finally, after what feels like hours of hanging on the edge of your pleasure, the much needed orgasm crashes over your body, making you convulse and tremble in a way you haven’t for a long time.
emily soaks up every moan, whine and whimper that rips from your throat, she brings herself out from in between your legs, laying her also exhausted body next to yours. she gently cups your sex flushed face in her hands, peppering kisses to every inch of it.
“thank you emily, i really needed that. we both did” you whisper when you can eventually breathe normally again, your body instinctively leaning into the arms of your wife. emily accepts the invitation, wrapping her arms around you tightly- pulling you into her chest.
for a moment the world is quiet, nothing else matters right now except for the warmth and comfort which can be found in each other’s arms, both of your heartbeats nearly synced together. every now and then emily leans down and plants soft kisses to your forehead and temple, a steady reminder that she’s still with you, and she’s not going anywhere.
it doesn’t take long for your peaceful bubble to be popped when the familiar creak of the bedroom door being pushed open rouses you both from a light, post sex sleep. as you sit up and turn to look at the doorway, you find your young daughter standing there, a sleepy grin on her face and a unicorn stuffed animal dangling from her left hand.
emily is the first one to speak, asking her if she’s alright to which your daughter just nods, padding her way over to climb up onto the end of the bed, her little legs barely able to make it- but she does. “can we get some breakfast?, i’m hungry” she mumbles quietly, rubbing her stomach for dramatic effect.
a chuckle can be heard from emily’s side of the bed as she wastes no time in retreating from the cosy space created by the two of you, knowing your daughter can get very impatient about breakfast, just like her mom.
“i’ll bring you a little something of what we make…if it’s edible” emily whispers to you before planting a kiss to your lips and leaving the room with her daughter’s hand in hers. you can’t help but chuckle at the comment, knowing full well that emily can’t cook to save her life.
a little while later, you’ve managed to get yourself out of bed and start getting ready for the day. at first it’s a challenge, due to the shakiness that is still running through your legs with each step.
a not so subtle reminder of emily’s presence on your body.
“hey, breakfast is ready” emily’s soft words cause you to snap out of your not so appropriate thoughts and turn to face her. the first thing you notice isn’t the fact that emily actually managed to cook something, it’s what she’s made that’s surprising.
“heart shaped pancakes?” you say, a slight tone of surprise laced through your words as you take a step closer, the smell of the fresh food wafting up to your nose, making your stomach growl in anticipation.
“it was my idea, i thought i should probably make something that will keep our child entertained” emily says with that voice- the one that instantly tells you she had more in mind than just your daughter’s entertainment.
“for how long?” you ask, a slight smirk now appearing on your lips as you wrap your arms around emily’s neck, pulling her in closer. her breathe instantly hits your face, it’s hot and the taste of your pussy still lingers on her tongue.
emily leads you back over to the bed, now freshly made, and pushes you down by the shoulders, gently climbing on top of you to keep you pinned to the mattress.
“for as long as you want baby…i can always make more pancakes”
and with that, emily presses on final kiss to your neck before starting to pull of your clothes again…
ALL ideas and credit for this story go to: @emilyprentissmylove
also big thanks to @imtheman1000 for requesting that i do turn this wonderful idea into a fic!
go show both of them some love!
