AN: Dudes, I'm not entirely sure what this is. My plan was to continue with an actual story, but I started writing at 2 am while listening to My Way by Usher on repeat. Fuck if I know what I was doing. I do, any and everything you want to...sure it works for this story I guess. Why is Paige so fly - y - y? Totally sober, just giddy.
All of the spelling mistakes and scientific factoids are mine and/or made up. Kidding, I'm a doctor so everything is true. Kidding, I'm just a bacon enthusiast with zero time for doctoring. Please don't get pissy about the ending. It's fan fiction, you know? It's whatever. Oh, sorry, you guys didn't pay the big bucks just to read me talking. Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, see...
If life hands you lemons, don't read them at work.
There are so many features on Emily that are gorgeous. Seriously, the girl was pure perfection all over and Paige never had a problem coming up with an answer when people would ask her what feature of Emily's was her favorite. Paige would grin and say something like, "Oh, her smile, of course. Her smile is like the first day of Spring after a long Winter." Everyone would coo and awe at that answer. Spencer would pretend to gag, but Emily would blush and that all Paige cared about.
"Your smile is like a concussion, a punch to the face." Paige would whisper in her ear after everyones attention was elsewhere. "I get so disoriented when you smile at me. Atlas sets the whole damn thing down and I can't even tell if I'm still standing upright."
It always made Emily's smile bigger, that's why Paige does it. Spring is gentle, but Emily's not. She's not the shrinking violet of Rosewood, she wants to know the full force of what she does to Paige.
"Everyone thinks you're so sweet. Imagine what they would say if you told them the truth."
What an awkward moment it would be if Paige answered truthfully: "Honestly, I love the inside of my girlfriends thighs. When she wraps her legs around my waist so I can pound into her harder...God it drives me crazy to feel that soft skin sliding against me. Thighs like a slip'n slide." Emily would love it, but Spencer's gag wouldn't be fake.
They really are her favorite, though, and what is honesty if not the best policy? Some secrets are better left between lovers, she supposed. Besides, no one else needed to know the depths of Emily's perfection.
"Paige, I can feel you thinking too much."
Paige looked up from her spot between Emily's legs, her safe haven. "I was just thinking about your thighs."
"Can you think about them on your own time? You're kind of busy right now."
"Yes, ma'am." Paige wrapped her lips around the Emily's aching clit and pressed her tongue against it. She would always swear that when Emily was so far gone, she could feel Emily's heartbeat through her clit. Emily hated having to be patient, but Paige loved the pitter patter. In the end, the girl getting the orgasms usually lets the girl giving them do whatever the hell she wants.
"Stop playing with your food. I swear to God if you don't make me cum in the next -"
That demanding tone always did Paige in, she was helpless against it. She'd rob every bank to buy Emily a diamond the size of her fist and all Emily had to do was make the demand. Paige wrapped her lips around Emily's clit, taking it fully into her mouth. She slid her tongue back and forth, quick and light. Hand tangled into her hair, pushing her head harder into Emily and Paige knew, at that moment, what Emily was really craving. Paige pushed two fingers inside of Emily's clenching pussy.
Emily shot straight off the bed like she had been fired from a cannon, wrapping herself around Paige for support. She dug her heels even harder into Paige's back, trying to pull her in more because she could never really get enough. Even as Paige's tongue and fingers fucked her to the rim of oblivion, it still was never enough. Looking down at the messy waves of auburn hair, her beautiful girlfriend with beads of sweat lingering around her hairline, Emily knew that she would she would always ache for Paige. "Finally, fuck."Emily braced for the impact, clenched her thighs around Paige's head and fell to the side.
Poor Paige and her elegant neck, but it was a hazard she was willing to endure have Emily coming in her mouth. She had no choice but to roll with Emily. Like Emily was the hunter and Paige was the helpless prey that dared to get to close to the waters edge.
Emily crashed back down from her heavenly orgasm riding Paige's face. Neither one of them had complaints about the change of position.
Paige closed her eyes in blissful contentment with her silly after-sex grin plastered on her face, forgetting all about the state that she was currently in.
Emily, though, it was all she could focus on now, because when she looked behind her she could see Paige's perfect cock rest against her abdomen. It was dancing for her, twitching with every beat and breath from Paige. Emily moved to the side and kissed Paige's glistening lips.
"You can stay up there forever if you'd like."
"Tempting, but I have something better in mind."
"What can be better than you sitting on my face?"
God, could her girlfriend be any less selfish? She'd be perfectly happy to ignore her own obvious needs to have Emily sitting on her face all night.
Paige cracked an eye open and gazed sideways at Emily. "Are you going somewhere?"
Emily shook her head and smiled at Paige through the reflection in the vanity mirror.
"Why are you putting on lipstick?"
"It's a new color. Do you like it?"
Paige nodded dumbly, because Emily's full red lips robbed her brain of all its blood.
Emily smiled. "Good." She returned to the bed, running her finger up Paige's shin, over her knee, up her thigh, watching Paige shiver at the touch. She straddled Paige's thigh and wrapped her hand around Paige's heated cock.
Paige sat up on high alert. "Whoa, Em, you don't have to. I know girls don't like don't like giving head. I never expect you to do...that," Paige said, twirling her finger toward her dick.
Emily moved up and kissed Paige, hard, half to reassure her and half because Paige never fails to amaze her. "Relax, I really want to."
"Yeah, but -"
"Shut up and lie back."
Paige leaned back on her elbows, looking anything, but relaxed.
Emily moved back down and took Paige in her hand again, butterflies kicked around in her stomach. She kissed the tip, almost like a greeting. A hello kiss. Then licked her lips to taste Paige.
All of the stories she had heard was that guys tasted like sticking your tongue in a salt shaker mixed with old pennies and oysters. It had made her so nervous to be with Paige like that at first, but Paige wasn't a guy. Instead, she tasted more like salted caramel.
"If it's icky you can stop. I won't be hurt or offended."
"'Icky,' Paige, really? Babe, I've cum in your mouth so many times now. Just trust me, please, I want to do this." And just to prove to Paige that she meant it she took in as much of Paige cock as she could.
"Oh fuck." Paige fell back onto the bed with a thump. Her hands moving to Emily's hair, careful not to fuck her girlfriend's face.
Emily throat bobbed and flexed, squeezing the thick head of Paige's cock. It has been the only time that she wished Paige was small, because it certainly would have been a lot easier to do. She'd be lying, though, if she said she didn't enjoy the way Paige filled her mouth. The way Paige filled all of her. She held her breath for as long as she could until she finally released Paige with a pop. She smiled to see that her little art project had worked.
Paige saw it too: the perfect circle of bright red lipstick surrounding her dick. Emily's new shade and Paige's new favorite color. Paige let out a long, slow groan, before gripping the base of her cock in haste to stop herself from coming. "Shit." Just the sight of the lipstick, knowing who put it there, seeing the glint in Emily's eyes as she proudly wiped the corners of her mouth, had Paige ready to explode. Because, fuck, she wanted her entire body to painted the same shade. The red of raw skin. The red of blush. The red of arousal.
She hooked her hands behind Emily's knees and pulled, muffling Emily's protest with a savage kiss. The feral color smearing across Paige's lips.
She grabbed Emily's hips and pushed her down while Paige thrusted up, burring herself fully into Emily. Both of them cried out, their breathing already coming in short, quick bursts. Paige didn't give them a chance to recover, snapping her hips at a furious pace.
Emily dug her nails into Paige's naked back, urging Paige to fuck her harder. Her hot breath circling Paige's ear as she whispered, "Make me feel you for days?"
Paige pushed up onto her hands. Her thrusts were sloppy, wild, but so were Emily's. "Babe, I'm close. I have to pull out."
Emily tightened her legs around Paige, digging her heels further into the backs of Paige's legs. "Don't you fucking dare." Emily flipped them over and slammed down on Paige's dick. She leaned forward, leaving a trail of red lipstick across Paige's chest and down to her nipple, biting down.
"The doctor said - "
"I'm on birth control."
And with that Paige pounded into Emily at a frenzied pace, loving the way Emily's full tits bounced in her face with every thrust. She reached between them and rubbed Emily's clit.
Emily arched back with a strangled cry, her orgasm washing over her like a tsunami. Rocking slowly, trying to hold onto the feeling until Paige could catch her.
At the sight, Paige lost it. Her fingers digging into Emily's sweaty thighs. Her hips jerking as she came deep inside Emily, crying out Emily's name over and over again.
They collapsed into an exhausted heap, Paige still deep inside Emily, because she knew that Emily loved to feel her throb.
"How much do you love me?"
"God, Em, I can't even think of words right now to describe what a tree looks like much less the depth of my love for you."
"It's safe to say that you love me no matter what, though, right?"
Paige sighed as the delicious post-orgasm wave rolled over her limbs. "Yes, no matter what."
"Even if I told you that I'm not actually on birth control," Emily said. She scrunched up her nose and waited for Paige's reaction.
"Shit."