First fanfic. This is intended to be a continued story, so I'd appreciate any and all feedback. Also, sorry it's a bit short.
My legs tensed up. My eyes focused on the ceiling, before they were shut completely. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I had to look at her before the moment slipped away. Curling my neck downward, I opened my eyes to the beautiful blonde whose hair was grasped in my hand. Her eyes looking up at me, pupils dilated fully; full of want, desire, pleasure, and teasing.
My vision was cut again as I felt her tongue curl around my clit. Oh God. Her fingers sliding in and out of me added to my pleasure. They were paced fast and loaded with eagerness, whereas her tongue held emotion behind its slow, steady, thick movements. "Naomi… please… " Moans escaped my mouth as her motions became over powering. I reached up to grab her other hand that was teasing my left nipple.
I needed to hold her during this. I needed to push her closer into me. I needed to feel her deeper inside of me. I swear she was tracing my name with her tongue as the ecstasy came. E… M… I… L… slowly finishing the end of the Y and I was so close I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.
"EMILY!!!" my eyes snapped open, I jumped, startled from the shout. I was then knocked over by a flying object that hit my head. A pillow. Awesome.
"What the fuck are you moaning about over there?!? It's ten minutes before the alarm is supposed to go off and now you've deprived me of my extra sleep! You know I fucken hate waking up before the alarm!!"
Katie never disappointed me. In fact, she always exceeded my expectations. Well now that I would be utterly sexually frustrated throughout the rest of the day, I may as well just get up early and start dealing with it.
I crawled out of bed; half reluctant to be ignored at school all day, half excited to see the girl of my dreams. After brushing my teeth and washing my face I stared at myself in the mirror. My thoughts immediately ran to her. It was on rare occasions that Naomi and I were alone together. But when we were, I felt that passion in the pit of my stomach I so fervently tried to ignore. She made me feel so… special, despite her constant put-downs and the way she would bail on plans. But those times we spent together, I knew she could feel it too. She must have felt the same way. The way we laughed together. The way she seemed so easy-going and happy around me. Why else would I want her, need her so much? The feeling had to be mutual.
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