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Rated M
Standing behind a very aroused Alison sans boots, crown and wig, all ten of Emily's fingers pressed into the blonde's lower abdomen. She fanned them outward and slowly trekked upward to her chest. Alison's right hand balled the golden robe on her hip into her fist, ripped it off and chucked it across the room as she begged with her head draped over the brunette's shoulder, "Emily, please." When Emily finally touched the bare skin of her breasts peeking out above the neckline of the costume, Alison shoved her ass into Emily hoping the pressure would urge her forward. Taking the hint, the brunette tossed beautiful blonde locks to the side and unzipped the back of Alison's costume from the center of her back to just above her ass.
Alison peeled the fabric from her own body, stomped her feet until it sank to the floor and kicked it aside. As the blonde wiggled out of her nude colored thong, Emily unhooked the strapless bra, which fell instantly to Alison's feet and was booted next to the red, gold and blue outfit. The brunette's lips parted as her breathing quickened to match the pounding of her heartbeat. She turned her fiancé slowly toward her as if gingerly unwrapping a precious gift. She'd seen, felt and kissed almost every inch of the pale body, but her jaw always dropped at the sight of her dimpled chin, barely visible clavicles, and the slim valley between her breasts, which opened up to her toned abdomen. She always smiled seeing the two small invisible buttons about four inches below her navel and three inches to the left and right. These were two of the only spots on Alison's body that either threw her into a fit of giggles or made her shudder with sexual excitement.
"Get out of your head and look at me," the blonde tilted her head knowing exactly why Emily appeared to be stalling. No matter how many crass words poured from her fiancé's mouth, she could get lost in her tender thoughts if Alison allowed it. It was a quirk she'd developed over the past three years of their relationship. Before meeting Alison, the insatiable brunette thrived on sex with no attachment, but their relationship began with attachment which eventually led to sex. Emily had a tendency to barrel from zero to sixty with her blatant words of lust and relentless roaming fingers and lips only to plummet from sixty back to zero when Alison finally stood naked before her. Alison loved her for it, but now definitely wasn't the time for that.
"Remember what I want," the blonde whispered into Emily's mouth before leaning backward to expose her entire body to the brunette's gaze. She watched the familiar black cloud of desire eclipse the adoring gleam in Emily's warm brown eyes forcing her teeth to clench a sliver of her bottom lip. She allowed Emily to stare for maybe ten seconds before she snagged the tan hands limp at her sides and rammed them into her breasts where her already hardened nipples greeted the palms. "No more thinking," she ordered.
Surprisingly rendered unable to speak, the brunette breathed hard through her flaring nostrils as she watched her own fingers knead Alison's breasts and gently scrape across the pink nubs. Alison winced when nails dug deep into her skin as Emily recalled exactly what her fiancé wanted. Emily's hands traveled to the warm face and her mouth quickly followed. Two small whimpers of relief drifted into the air as their lips met in that desperate way they'd been craving for exactly fourteen days. After weeks without Emily's scent and touch, Alison dragged her lips up and down clamping a bottom and top lip in turn as she savored the streams of air pelting her cheek and the unfamiliar but sweet remnants of mint gum. When a determined tongue swept into her mouth against her own, Alison moaned knowing its final destination further down her body.
"Kneel down," Emily said reading her fiancé's thoughts. Alison latched onto the back of Emily's neck trying to feel her lips as long as possible as they lowered themselves onto the rough red carpet. After a few moments of scooting and pushing, the blonde lay on her back propped up on her forearms with Emily leering at her between her bent legs. Before granting Alison's wish, the brunette crawled her way up Alison's body and whispered the words Alison had requested with a few others spilling from the heart, "I love you so much, Ali. That's why I'm marrying you. I never want to love anyone like this ever again."
As the blonde mouthed "I love you too" Emily kissed her on the forehead before slinking back down between the white legs. With her hands planted on her knees, the brunette spread Alison's legs wide to peck trails down each leg from the top her knees to the base of her thighs. Slowly she dragged her hands around to Alison's lower abdomen and dropped her mouth to the soaked center. She teasingly rubbed the tip of her nose against Ali's clit. Her head snapped up when the blonde's hips leapt up for more contact.
As instructed, she stared into Alison's eyes that were labeled "blue" but mingled with so many other colors. With a smirk, Emily glanced at a clock conveniently hanging on a wall behind Alison's head, "I want you, babe. Sixteen minutes." Alison felt spurts of fire shoot through her skin at the teasing words. The brunette grazed the tip of her tongue from the bottom of Alison's sex to her clit. Knowing she had to torture her fiancé for sixteen minutes, she couldn't afford to dive in and ravish the woman as she preferred.
When she finally pursed her lips around Alison's clit and rapidly flicked her tongue, the blonde released one of her notoriously loud moans that many would assume to be fake especially considering the brunette had just gotten started. "Look at me!" Alison said when Emily's gaze darted from her eyes to her rising and falling breasts as her tongue swiped her up and down.
The low, harsh command reverberated in Emily's ears. "God, I love how loud you are," Emily mumbled into the wet flesh at the sight of the blonde's features contorted in a manner akin to pain. Her breath tingled against the sensitive skin when she spoke and Alison's hips bucked filling Emily's mouth with her wet heat.
"Stop talking," Ali grunted, "Just look at me and lick." Emily's fingers spread the slit so her tongue could sweep within Alison, not just against her. "Fuck!" the blonde yelped feeling the brunette breach her and brush against her throbbing walls. Instinctively, her hand slammed down onto Emily's head and her eyes squeezed shut.
"Eeey owww!" Emily groaned with her mouth and nose buried in her fiancé. She batted away the hand and reminded, "I can't see you if you do that."
"God dammit," Alison moaned as she grappled with her own breasts with her narrowed eyes locked onto her fiancé's face.
"Thank you. Now I can se—"
"Stop fucking talking!"
Four minutes.
Alison's arousal bathed Emily's fingers and tongue as they traded off sweeping inside the blonde. Whenever Alison's sharp cries quickened and her hips rose off the floor, the brunette pulled away and simply blew between Alison's legs and tapped her tongue against the pulsing heat between Alison's legs. After Emily's fourth retreat the blonde whined, "Just let me come, please."
Emily glanced up at the clock and shook her head seeing only four minutes had passed, "Sorry, my dear, I have to beat my record."
"Fuck your record!" the blonde moaned as Emily's lips wrapped around her clit and a finger teased between her folds.
"Such language," Emily smiled and raised an eyebrow at her impatient fiancé. Unexpectedly, she drove two fingers into Alison as she gently clamped her teeth onto her clit. The blonde's thighs slammed into either side of her face. Emily only heard the muffled sounds of multiple curse words and a sharp cry. Wanting to hear one more thing, she thrust into her again, curled and smirked against Alison's skin at the unmistakable sound of her name.
When she pried the legs from her face, she saw Alison begging, "I am so close."
"Oh, I know," Emily confirmed kissing and licking. "That was fast."
"Fucking let me come!"
Nine minutes.
"Again owww," complained Emily raising her mouth a couple of inches from her fiancé whose body had just cracked her in the mouth. Alison's eyes widened and jaw dropped as Emily licked her lips and moaned enjoying Alison's taste. "Busting my lip isn't going to get you anywhere."
"Oh my god!" Alison smacked the back of her own head into the carpet. "I swear to god if you don't stop talking."
With three fingers of her right hand pressed together, Emily stared at Alison's breasts and chin, which were the only visible parts of her upper body as her neck was still craned backward. Emily swore under her breath as she felt herself throbbing. Forcing her attention to her fiancé, she asked as she slowly slid her fingers into Alison, "What are you going to do about it?"
Since she didn't have far to go, she crept inside centimeter by centimeter watching the blonde's back arch upward and listening to her tiny squeals crescendo to a high pitched moan. So damn loud. When she spread her fingers and filled her fiancé as much as she could, her tongue returned to the blonde's clit.
Although her body fought to keep her head pinned to the carpet, Alison managed to lift it and moaned as Emily's hungry eyes caressed and nipped at her breasts. "If this always happens when you get back from trips—shit!—maybe you should—fuck Em!" her voice cracked as Emily's fingers and teeth cut off the sentence with a thrust and a rough nibble.
"Now you shut up," the reply was muffled and slurred as Emily's tongue teased the blonde.
Thirteen minutes.
"Just do it already!"
"You asked for this," Emily reminded as she pulled out her fingers and lifted her head. She had felt Alison beginning to quiver around her fingers and according to the clock and Alison's request, she couldn't grant the writhing blonde release.
"I don't give a fuck—mmmm," a grumble vibrated in the back of her throat as Emily blew cold air against her. "I'm an idiot. How much longer?"
"Five minutes," Emily lied. Alison had been on the brink for the last three or four minutes with Emily barely able to keep her from coming. She knew one or two well placed curls of two fingers and forceful swipes of her tongue would send Alison jerking and screaming over the edge.
Fifteen minutes and forty five seconds.
"Honey please," Alison's demands had dwindled into whimpering pleas. One finger tip traced the length of her core. Alison knew Emily could feel how close she was to that sudden clench and an ear-piercing slew of expletives which often included her fiancé's name.
Emily glanced at the clock once again as her fingers dipped inside Alison. After reading the time, she stared at the blonde with slightly red cheeks and a forehead glistening with small beads of sweat. "I missed you so much, Ali."
Smiling while rocking her hips trying to force herself around Emily's teasing fingers, Alison replied, "I missed you t—"
A scream cut off her words as Emily suddenly plunged into her.
After a few seconds of Emily's fingers swirling and curing and her lips and tongue fervently sucking, the blonde's pelvis slammed one final time into Emily's mouth before her ass drove into the ground as her back arched. Emily gently massaged Alison as the blonde's mind went blank, head tingled, and legs trembled and fell limp. The brunette quickly caught her legs while placing small kisses against the slit her fingers abandoned as Alison tumbled down from the height of her orgasm.
Alison's entire body panted while Emily pecked and nipped at the insides of her thighs. "You are so loud," Emily noted for at least the third time.
"Come here," the blonde beckoned between breaths.
Emily's mouth and fingers snaked up to Alison's face. "So fucking loud," she repeated. "And you say 'fuck' a lot. I missed your fucks."
"Fuck," the blonde choked on the word as her fiancé tucked three slick fingers between her teeth.
"See?" Emily grinned as Alison trailed her tongue up and down the fingers before taking all three in her mouth. She moaned as the blonde's darkening eyes seemed to caress what her fingers didn't.
After Emily retracted her now clean fingers, Alison cupped Emily's face and smirked, "I'm sorry my vocabulary is so limited."
"Don't apologize," the brunette turned and kissed Alison's right palm, "If you were able to form lengthy sentences, I'd be doing something seriously wrong."
"Well then," Alison wrapped her legs around Emily's hips, jerked her to the right and rolled on top of her. She leaned upward so she could pull down the zipper of the prison uniform, "Let's test your sentence structure while I'm inside you."
Helping Alison undress her, Emily assured while wriggling and grunting, "I'm pretty sure it will be the same except a lot quieter."
The blonde snagged Emily by the nipples and purred as Emily squealed with both pain and pleasure, "We'll see about that."
Emily shivered in anticipation and whispered, "Hey Ali," and her fiancé paused before lowering her teeth to her breasts, "Happy Halloween."
This really is the end :)
Thanks to MysticalGoddessOfWords for double checking this.
