Author's Notes
Oh, no! My old SON stuff was mentioned! I look back on a lot of that and just cringe, though In the Sun is still pretty good, even if its language is somewhat… simple. And Smoke and Sex is good by any standard. The rest should probably just be burned.
I hate hate hate hate hate writing these scenes. So you'd think I wouldn't have an entire chapter dedicated to it, right? Well, turns out, I did write an entire chapter dedicated to it, even though I didn't mean to.
I just realized that you guys have been asking for this since the end of chapter three. I'm impressed by your patience.
Warnings: none (seriously, the rating is warning enough, sit back and enjoy)
Abnormally Attracted to Sin
Chapter 16: Cosmic Flavor
By Persephone's Nautical Nun
She looks at me, and for a minute it looks like she might say something, but she shuts her mouth tightly, and pushes the tip of her tongue out to taste her lips, and I can already feel my breath shorten. She leans forward, and crawls the short distance between us. It's not sexy, it's simply easier than getting up and walking the two steps only to get right back down again. She tucks her feet underneath her, and our knees are touching. I inhale deeply as she takes one of my hands and sets it on top of her own, tickling my palm with the pads of her fingers. She snakes her free hand through my hair, stopping at the back of my head, and brings our faces close together, and I can feel every hair on my body stand on end as I breathe her in.
"Do you know," she starts, her dark eyes looking back and forth between my eyes and my mouth, and I don't ever remember being this turned on in my life, "what exactly you're asking for?"
A shiver runs through me, and a choked whimper falls unbidden from my lips, and the sound of it makes it even harder to breathe. "Yes," I say, and it's nothing more than a shaky gasp. I lean forward, just a hair, needing her to make the first move, to show me where the line is.
Slowly. Way too fucking slowly, she brings our lips together, and it's so light that it almost tickles. Her mouth is open, though, and her breath tastes like coffee and stale marijuana, and I'm surprised at the effect it has on me, though, it could be because it makes a strange sort of sense, and I find myself whimpering once again in frustration.
She pulls away to look at me, and the smirk on her face does things to me I've only dreamt about. She places her hands on the mattress behind me, and leans forward, coaxing me onto my back until she's hovering over me, her hair falling around our faces like a bright red curtain. I bite my lip in an attempt to stop shaking, and trail my fingers up and down her arms, reveling in the tiny goose bumps I feel raise beneath my touch, and I see her eyes shut against the sensation. She starts to lean down, and I meet her halfway, pressing our lips together harder than she had intended, and she makes a little noise of surprise, and I can't help but try to think of ways to make her make that sound again. I raise my arms up and wrap them around her neck, pulling her down on top of me, and she's forced to take her weight off of her arms, and press our bodies together.
She opens her mouth against mine, and I'm more than happy to follow her lead, and as she kisses me it feels like she's pouring herself into me, and taking parts of me in return, and I know I'll never be the same again.
I can't bring myself to care.
She runs her hands over my shoulders, and I can feel them brush against the sides of my breasts, and slide along my sides, and another tremor travels through me. I can feel her smile against my lips as her fingers slide under the hem of my shirt, her fingers brushing against my bare skin, and I work my leg up towards her hip, somehow bringing her closer to me. I gasp as she walks her fingers up my abdomen, coming to rest just under my bra, and she chuckles into my mouth. My own hands move from her back to the top button on her shirt, easily popping it free from its hole, and then move onto the second, delighting in the fact that I can make it just as hard for her to breathe.
She finally moves her mouth from mine, and I've forgotten what oxygen is; it tastes strange and foreign across my tongue. She pulls me up into a sitting position, my legs wrapped around her hips, and hooks her thumbs under the bottom of my shirt, pushing it up until it bunches around my chest, and I raise my arms so that she can remove it completely. Her shirt is halfway unbuttoned and I'm fascinated by the way her muscles shift under her skin, and my hands move to finish the job as soon as my own shirt's off. I watch her pull her bottom lip into her mouth as I slide her shirt down her shoulders, and toss it off to the side. She takes hold of my face with both hands, and swallows my moan of surprise.
I lift up just a bit, and reverse our positions, making sure her back hits the mattress softly, straddling her hips. I have to stop and look at her, her dilated pupils, and the way her lips part ever so slightly each time she exhales. I bite my lip and watch my own finger move across her collarbone, and I can hear her work to keep her breath steady. I follow the line of her bra strap with the pad of my finger, stopping when it fans out across the slop of her breast. I look up into her eyes, wondering if mine are anywhere near as dark as hers, and I lean down to kiss her again.
Her hands move to grasp at my thighs as I push my tongue between her lips, and I'm surprised I haven't gotten used to the way she tastes, yet. She moans and arches her back against me, and I take the opportunity to work my arm between her back and the mattress. I bite down on my nerves as my fingertips find her bra clasp. This shouldn't be too hard. I've been taking my own bra off for years, and I understand the mechanics. Just a squeeze in the right direction, and…
Fuck!
She pushes me up and off of her until I'm sitting on her pelvis, and props herself up on her elbows, and her lip curls into a taunting smirk. She leans forward to kiss me quickly on the lips, whispering in that low husky voice of her, "It's okay. You'll get it eventually," and I have to shut my eyes against the tremor in my spine, and when I exhale, it's fragmented. She leans away from me, and I can only watch as she maneuvers her hands behind her back. There's a small tug, and then the straps slide freely down her arms. I can feel her eyes on me, and I think I lick my lips.
"Come here," she half whispers and half whimpers, grabbing me by the back of the neck and pulling me back down on top of her, seemingly determined to breathe my air forever. She wraps her other arm around my back, and before I know it, my bra is gone. I think it might have disappeared, and our groans combine into a single sound as our skin comes in contact for the first time.
She does something with her leg, but it's too quick to catch before I'm on my back again, and I make a note to ask her about it later. It's just that right now isn't a great time, because I think I've forgotten how to talk. She kisses her way down to my neck, flicking her tongue against my already damp skin, and her fingers brush against my bare nipple. My lower abdomen involuntarily quakes as she cups my breast, and presses her thumb against my hardening nipple, but I don't feel like I might die until she lowers her head to the other side of my chest, and covers the other one with her lips. I bury my fingers in her hair, and I can feel my body bend under her touch, and I have to remind myself that we're just getting started.
My hand stays tangled in her hair, nails raking lightly across her scalp as she kisses her way further down my body. I moan against my bottom lip as she circles her tongue lazily around my bellybutton as her hands skim down my sides to my pants, working the button open and the zipper down, and a wave of warmth rushes from my toes and fingertips to settle uncomfortably between my legs, and I find myself grinding against her almost instinctively.
She smirks up at me, and kisses my belly one more time before she's sitting up between my legs, and pulling at my jeans from the bottom of the legs. I raise my hips long enough for them to slide down across my bum, and then pull my legs up and towards me, helping her get the damn things off. They suddenly feel very constricting. She scoots backwards, and I groan in frustration as it's the opposite direction I want her to be heading, and I still haven't remembered how to form words. I think that's a skill I'll be missing for a while, but she just chuckles at my inarticulate impatience, turning my legs to jelly as she trails her middle finger up the outsides of my calves. My toes dig into the mattress and the sheets as she moves up to my thighs, her palms searing my skin.
A flood of air rushes into my lungs, and my legs jerk as she runs her hand over the outside of my knickers. "Jesus Christ, Naomi," she moans when she feels the moisture between my legs. She shuts her eyes tightly and bites her lip against whatever's happening to her own body, and she's quick to rid me of the last of my clothing.
"Why are you shaking?" she whispers in my ear before kissing my earlobe, and I wonder how she got up here.
I try to speak, but my voice comes out as nothing more than a croak. I swallow hard, trying to make enough room for words to wriggle through, but it doesn't help. She takes my hand and nods once, offering a small understanding smile. "It's okay," she says, and then she's gone again, lost to worlds unknown.
That is, until I feel her tongue press below my naval. I can feel my muscles tighten in anticipation, and I try not to squirm as she licks a trail lower, but I can't help the jerk that wracks my body at the first touch of her tongue between my outer lips. Lower and lower she goes, separating the wet folds of my skin until she comes in contact with my clit, and I feel like I might burn up from the inside. She groans against my flesh as my fingers find her head, pushing slightly against the nape of her neck. She opens her mouth against me, and slides her tongue down my clit, curling her tongue around it, sucking gently, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
I start to move against her, my body acting of its own accord, pushing against her, and then pulling back, dragging my clit further down her tongue, and resisting to the vacuum of her mouth, and I feel the beginnings of something building in the pit of my stomach. She moves her hands to my hips, pressing down and pinning my pelvis to the bed, and that's when she starts to suck harder. She sucks, and pulls her tongue across my clit, mimicking my earlier actions, and my lips are sucked into my mouth, and my eyes shut tightly. I think I can feel my head turning from side to side, but I'm far too focused on what Emily's doing to me to be sure of anything. I do know that my vocabulary has been reduced to "Oh, fuck," and "Emily." I also know that my hand has made a fist in her hair, and I should probably let go because she might be in pain. I can't seem to make my hand cooperate, though, and it actually clenches tighter as my body stiffens, my back bows, and Emily's name gets ripped from my lips to echo throughout the apartment.
Jesus Christ, I've never had an orgasm in my life.
*****
The first thing I'm aware of is that it's quickly getting dark outside. Was it getting dark outside before? I can't remember. It could have been. The next thing I can identify is the star pattern on the wall, and I wonder why they look so far away. Oh, wait. There we go. Sense of touch has just returned. Fingers are running through my hair, over and over. That feels nice. I turn my head to look at the person lying next to me, and the movement seems to kick start the rest of my body, and I start to remember that I have arms and legs.
"Welcome back," Emily says, smiling warmly down at me. She leans down to kiss me, and it's over way too quickly. "Have a nice trip?"
I groan, mostly just to test out the strength of my own voice, and cover my face with my hands. "Oh, my God," I mumble into them, and I think they might be the only three words I know.
She pries my hands away from my face almost as soon as I put them there, and the glint behind her eyes is familiar, though I don't remember exactly when I've seen it before. "Should I take that to mean 'good?'" she asks, eyebrow raised and amused smirk in place.
I look away from her and up at the stars on the ceiling, and I open my mouth to speak, but yet again, nothing comes out. It's a different kind of silence, though. It's not because I can't sort out my own thoughts, or that I don't know where to start, but rather because there aren't words in existence that could possibly describe what I just experienced.
I wonder if I can do the same to her.
"Are you okay?" she asks me, and I guess I must have spaced, because it startles me. I turn my head to look at her and smile. My eyes take in the definition of her jaw line, and travel down the length of her neck. You could see all the right angles of her bone structure; her collar bone, and shoulder blades. I can feel my tongue poke out from between my lips as I let my eyes travel even further down to absorb the sight of her breasts. They look fuller than I had expected them to be, and without really thinking about it, I reach my hand out to touch them, marveling at the way her nipple hardens and crinkles under my finger.
Her breathing depends, and when I look at her, she's got her head bent low, her eyes shut, and her face is flushed. "Naomi," she starts, but I let her words fall on my own tongue and swallow them as I lean forward and kiss her. I reposition my hand so that I'm cupping her breast, and a little sort of whimper comes into my mouth. I knead a little bit, and slide my tongue against her teeth, and this earns me the kind of sound I want to fall asleep to.
She pulls our lips apart and tilts her head back, and I'm more than happy to explore the expanse of her neck, and I find my mouth attaching itself to her pulse point without my knowledge. Her breathing has already gotten labored, and it excites me on some primal level. "You don't have to do this," she says between pants, and I don't have time to be offended, because I'm too busy unfastening her belt. She grabs hold of my hand, keeping me from popping open the button on her pants, and I look up at her, confused. "I can wait until you're ready."
I don't react for a minute, trying to process what she just said to me, and I decide I really don't like it. Excuse me, isn't she aware that I am going to explode if I don't touch her right now? I lean forward; taking her face in both hands and kiss her until she feels it, rolling her onto her back, and lying halfway on top of her. Her arms are around my neck, and my fingers explore her torso, memorizing the tremors that happen when I apply just the right amount of pressure in that one perfect spot. I'm trying to keep from racing to where I want to be, but I can't keep from tugging down her zipper for long.
I move down her body, and hook my fingers under the waist of both her pants and her knickers, and practically rip them both off as I sled them down her legs. I think she starts to say something about me being eager, but it's quickly lost in the cavern of my mouth, and her tongue dances with mine as I explore the roof of her mouth. She's not expecting it when my hand moves between her legs, and she moans deeply into my mouth. Not that you can actually hear it over my guttural groan that comes from me when I feel just how warm, and wet she actually is.
She grinds herself slowly against my finger, dragging her clit across my digit. "There," she moans, and I follow her lead, massaging the small ball of nerves, and it's not long before she's rocking her hips against my hand. I can't take my eyes off of her face as she travels to places I can't follow, and I love the way her eyes screw shut when I move at just the right angle. Her jaw loosens as I slide my fingers lower, pushing my way through her folds, and I gasp as an impossible warmth engulfs my finger, and I have to bury my face in the crook of her neck.
"More," she says, and it takes me a minute to figure out what she means, but as she grinds hard and slow against me, I understand. I slide a second finger inside of her, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I can feel something come to life inside of me, and it feels as though my entire body's humming, like some sort of machine. Her hand flies to my wrist, and I worry for a moment that she's going to push me away, but she just holds me closer, bumping her clit against my palm. I feel her arch under me, and her nails dig into my shoulders, before she finally goes limp and lies still, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
I pull my hand away from her slowly, and wipe it clean on the sheet before wrapping my arms around her, and smoothing her hair away from her forehead. I kiss her gently; on her shoulder, on her cheek, until she comes back down and opens her eyes a few minutes later.
We don't say anything. We don't do anything. I think we might both be afraid of tomorrow. Finally, she takes one of my hands and kisses my palm before pulling it around her waist and burrowing into my chest, and it's not long before we're both asleep.