hi. a hundred apologies for the delay of updates. it has been very, very busy at work. thanks to all that have continued to add this story and sign up for alerts. i'm finishing up the last part to this story. i hope to have it before i go on vacation. many thanks, again!

"Oh God…" Naomi gasped for air, and threw her arm over her sweaty forehead once her head rested against the pillow. Her whole body refused to stop vibrating; Emily's tongue was that insanely talented. "…Jesus."

As Naomi caught her breath, Emily took a unhurried, indirect route up her body. She paused every few seconds to kiss shins, knees, thighs, and both hips. She kissed her belly, her ribs, the middle of Naomi's chest, tasting the sweet saltiness of sweat, before meeting her mesmerizing eyes. She half laid over the warm body, felt her shake, felt her chest rise and fall. "You religious? You say Jesus! and Christ! a lot."

Naomi chuckled and lightly wrapped her arms around the smaller woman. "The closest I ever got to religion was this wanker that lived with us who called himself the Messiah."

"Why was there a crazy person living in your house?" She almost groaned at her own question, her eyes shut at how incredibly rude that sounded. "I mean, unless, that was like your dad or brother or-"

Naomi rolled her eyes, squeezed the smaller body close. "I grew up in communal living." Emily's skin was so soft, so warm. The open balcony door didn't do much to cool the two, especially after all that physical exertion. "There were fifteen people living in my house at one point and only one of them was related to me."

"That's proper mental."

"Most were nice. Some were fucking batty. One guy walked around naked. Just a beat up cassette player strapped to his hips."

"Now I'm really surprised you haven't been to therapy." Emily laughed.

"I did say I probably should've." Naomi turned, she and Emily were now lying on their sides, eyes leveled.

"How'd everyone fit? Was it a large house?" Emily ran her fingers over Naomi's hip, across the belly and back.

"I don't know how. It wasn't a large house at all. My mum… I guess you could call her a hippie cow. Totally into the communal ideology." She casually brushed the red hair in front of her, caressing the ear next to it, then alongside the chiseled jaw line to the chin.

"I didn't know hippies still existed."

"Yeah, well... She grew up under Thatcher and was trying to save the world from disaster."

"Is she no longer?"

"Nah. When I was sixteen she fell in love with my Irish politics teacher and kicked everyone out. She's still involved with several eco-villages but says all she really needs now is regular sex and potatoes."

Emily giggled as she looked straight into Naomi's eyes. She took in a deep breath, relishing the blissful smells and incredible heat between them. It was overwhelming. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so relaxed, so content, just being with someone. It felt effortless. They stayed silent for a bit, only the random noises floating inwards via the balcony interrupting their quiet moment.

Naomi's blue eyes disengaged from Emily's piercing brown ones and slowly drifted downwards. "I like your nose." She jokily tapped the tip of it, breaking the growing tension between them.

Emily laughed once more. "What? I hate it. It's-" her protestations ended as soon as Naomi kissed it and, then, her lips.

"Doesn't matter what you think. I like it. It's cute."

"Cute?"

"Yeah," Naomi smiled, the light reaching her eyes, "Cute."

It was so rare, these fleeting seconds when Naomi's face lit up from within, that Emily's lungs stopped working for a second before she was able to speak again. "You're so fucking beautiful."

Naomi was visibly stunned by the veracity in her tone. She willed her body to not blush but it didn't help.

"Like I said earlier this evening," Emily sweetly touched the upturned lips before her, " you should smile more often."

Naomi rolled her eyes playfully before she took Emily's wandering hand and kissed it, smiling again, before moving to get up out of the bed.

Emily sat up quickly, worried. "Where you going?"

Naomi turned back to the bed. "I'm just-" she pointed to the wash room.

"Sorry." Emily grumbled, her fingers mindlessly playing with the thin blanket underneath her. "I…"

Naomi gazed at her as a weighty sense of guilt overwhelmed her. She leaned over and kissed Emily's uneasiness away. Hands quickly pulled her close again, their lips never separating for more than a nanosecond. Naomi pushed the redhead back onto the bed and straddled her, restraining her wrists above her head as her mouth never ceased kissing the supple lips of the woman beneath her.

Emily half-heartedly struggled to slacken the blonde's hold on her. She didn't want to be released, truth be told, all she wanted was to be able to touch the blonde- everywhere. Chiefly while Naomi did that thing she was doing with her hips, slowly and delicately grinding herself into her pubic bone, dripping, driving her mad with desire as her kisses relocated from place to place on her upper body. Subconsciously, she wondered how Naomi could easily bend like that and how else she could bend that body of hers.

Naomi whispered hotly in her ear, "I shall return," and nipped her chin before winking.

Dumbstruck by the sudden departure, Emily couldn't stop a splutter from escaping. "Cock-tease!" She yelled out only to smile widely as she heard Naomi laugh like a naughty little child as she scurried away, her hands demurely covering her backside.

After flushing, Naomi proceeded to wash her hands, catching her reflection. She almost rolled her eyes at the state of her long, blonde hair all disheveled as it was. It was a rare occurrence, she was always so perfectly put together that colleagues and even friends would tease her about it. Her gaze turned to her eyes, usually determined and sharp, yet this time she saw warmth in them, a tenderness she hadn't seen in a very long time staring back at her.

Via the bathroom mirror, she observed as Emily walked up to the mini fridge. She couldn't help but smile as she gazed at her naked form, the light from outside illuminating her skin from behind and making her look radiant. She carried on looking as Emily drank straight from one of the bottles of water, watched the long white neck as she held her head high, saw the movement of her elegant throat as she swallowed. A finger wiped off a trickle of water on her chin and for an instant Naomi wished she'd been able to lick it off instead. She realized she was washing her hands longer than necessary and her smile slowly faded. She closed her eyes and shook her head to some extent. "What are you doing?" she whispered, searching her face for the answer. She touched her mouth, inhaling Emily's scent on her lips, her belly doing a little flip without her consent. What the actual fuck was going on with her?

Searching the various vanity drawers she found what she was looking for and proceeded to use the hotel amenities to brush her teeth, content that at the very least they carried a toothpaste flavor she liked. She then washed her face feeling oddly sad to lose Emily's taste, her scent, not knowing what would happen next. Finding Emily's kit, she used the redhead's lotion not bothering to ask for permission first.

As she walked back to the main room she noticed her discarded skirt and blouse were still on the floor, wrinkled, where Emily had swiftly taken them off her. She thought about picking both up, hanging them, maybe putting the blouse back on, but Emily was now standing in front of her looking at her as if she were seeing her for the first time.

Lightly cupping the left cheek, Emily grinned. "I like this," she tenderly caressed underneath Naomi's left eye at the now openly displayed beauty mark that the blonde habitually covered up with make-up. "My sister and I would draw a fake spot near our eyes. Hers was on the left, mine was on the right. We mirrored each other." She handed her the water bottle with a quick kiss. "Stupid twin thing."

Naomi gulped down the remaining liquid after Emily sauntered off to the washroom. She headed back to the bed, shaking her head as she walked past her clothes, chucking the now empty bottle on the small sofa. She grabbed her mobile and sat on the bed. She needed a distraction.

"Tell me three things about you as a child," Emily asked after using the facilities.

Naomi was still looking at her phone, double checking her departure time, "Eh?" she asked absently.

"Go on. Three things about you." Emily said, turning off the bathroom light. She glanced over at Naomi on the bed and froze in place. Now sat against the headboard, the mood lighting behind her set an ethereal glow around Naomi's blonde hair. Like a halo.

Naomi placed her mobile next to Emily's and looked up at her, curious that the redhead hadn't joined her on the bed yet, "You coming or what?" Emily was just standing there, eyeing her with that look again so full of something. She felt her chest constrict, her cheeks burned. "Emily?" The air was heavy between them again.

"I…"

"Come here." She threw the bedspread off her legs, a vain attempt at snapping Emily out of her stupor. Little did she realize what it looked like, her naked body displayed so openly like this.

Emily probably did not know that the way she unknowingly licked her lips made Naomi's heart skip a beat. She possibly didn't comprehend that when her eyes narrowed, Naomi's stomach lurched. Or when her body came this close to the blonde, close enough so Naomi could touch her, it made her almost faint due to all the blood rushing down her body to one area in particular.

Naomi reached for her hand and pulled her towards her. Emily went in for a kiss but was deprived of one as Naomi uncrossed her legs and moved Emily around until the redhead's back was pressed against her front. She wasn't ready to look into her eyes again just yet. She wrapped her arms around the smaller woman's mid-section and kissed the edge of her neck. She could smell soap and a different toothpaste than the one she herself had used. Emily wrapped her own legs over Naomi's thighs, alternating her caresses between the blonde's soft calves and long arms, leaning back into the warm body enveloping her.

"Three things?" Naomi whispered near her ear, her hot breath tickling Emily's neck. She took her time to think of an answer, her thought process mainly concentrating on her hands touching Emily at the moment rather than her response. "I didn't talk until I was almost three years old."

"Really? How was that possible?"

"I dunno. There were always people around me saying something on my behalf." Naomi nibbled on an earlobe as her fingers played with Emily's belly button.

Emily sighed, her hand moving to caress Naomi's thighs. "Two?"

"Two… I was always involved in one protest or another. My first sentence was allegedly "Tory farce can kiss my arse'. Mum was quite proud."

Emily laughed then closed her eyes in bliss as Naomi nibbled on her outer ear, the back of her neck, her right shoulder. Quick fingers began to circle her nipples, and she subconsciously began to push back against Naomi, feeling the heat, the growing wetness. "Ever been arrested?" the redhead asked breathing softly, slowly.

"Can't confirm nor deny. I'm quite sure my juvie offender's records have been expunged, if I had been."

Emily turned her upper body to look Naomi in the eye. To her amazement, she knew right away Naomi was telling the truth. "So you have!"

"I might have accidentally struck a copper… when his face met my fist." Naomi half smiled.

"Naomi!"

"Ems, it wasn't my fault," she pouted. "Plus, he wasn't even a proper fuzz. He was a shifty guard taking his job way to seriously. They had fur in that warehouse." Her tone was severe. "Furs look best on their original owners. Tell that to Katie next time you see her." The small smile the sneaked out made her upper lip curl more than usual.

Emily was amazed by this woman. Not because of the effortless way the nicknamed rolled off her tongue, but by the fact somehow she already understood what Katie's sense of style was. She laughed out loud and kissed her long and hard, her hands grabbing Naomi by the back of her neck and not stopping until her lungs needed air. Smoothing her forehead against Naomi's chin, Emily was momentarily distracted by the blonde's amazing tits so tantalizingly close. She couldn't help it, her hands immediately cupped and stroked and teased.

She used her fingers to lightly trace the outer part of both breasts… painstakingly slow. So slow Naomi closed her eyes in pleasure and very nearly purred. Emily then gently pressed her breasts together and kissed down the middle, smoothing her palms over Naomi's tips ever so slightly, not too soft or too rough. Her nipples, puckered and ready, were redder than normal, and the redhead didn't want to aggravate them if they were already sore. She made a mental note perhaps it was time to use ice cubes, maybe Naomi was into that sort of play, and smiled mischievously as her mouth connected with Naomi's and kissed her fervently.

She unintentionally squeezed the breasts when Naomi's left arm pulled her body closer as her right hand went straight to her cunt, airily rubbing her fingers against her. "Jesus, Emily," she murmured upon her lips, "It's like Victoria Falls down here."

"You…" Emily panted, "make me so wet." She began rubbing herself on the long fingers, trying to get Naomi to stop teasing and travel inside where she needed them.

"Christ." Naomi kissed her again. "Move back."

"What?" she asked, disorientated.

"Lay back…" She licked her lips, "On the bed. I…" her eyes, half lidded and full of want, scanned her body. "The thought of fucking you again is driving me insane."

Emily's pussy tightened. She quickly turned her upper body back around and lay on the bed, opening her legs as Naomi shimmied in between them. It only took two strokes before the blonde entered her, her teeth tugging on her lower lip as Emily's hips moved up to meet the thrusting.

"Three." Emily nudged the warm, deliciously supple body on top of her.

Naomi had been lazily resting her head on Emily's chest and was displeased by the interruption. "Huh?" she asked as she looked over at her.

Emily smiled at the scowl. "You've only told me two things so far. I asked for three." She affectionately ran her fingers through the blonde hair.

"…It was less of a question, more of a demand," Naomi sighed before answering. "Dairy free. You?"

"I was a doormat." She frowned at Naomi's blatantly rude chortle. "I was! I still am." Naomi's raised eyebrow made her roll her own eyes. Two could play that game. "I dunno. I had a very carefully constructed childhood."

"How you mean?"

"It was all… smoke and mirrors, you know? Pretending to be happy families." Naomi's pure blue eyes silently asked her to elaborate. "Have you ever loved someone and then something happens and you wonder if perhaps you didn't ever know them at all? When I was in uni, I found out my dad cheated on my mum with her fucking sister. He says he was young and scared and didn't know what he was doing but- You know. You fucking know. Wrong is wrong."

"Maybe you were a happy family. Perhaps your memory is now tainted by the admission."

Emily nodded yet shrugged at the same time, "I did start to think of my parents differently. I saw my dad doing everything to make my mum happy and my mum… she just wanted everything to be perfect. Always saying what's what. A bit melodramatic, really. But, I understood her better once I found out."

"Lucky you. I'm still trying to figure out my mum."

"Did you have a happy childhood?"

Naomi rolled off the smaller body, settled down beside her, her flesh prickling as the now cool air collided with her moist skin. "You must be joking... It was… I don't know. I was constantly surrounded by people. Everyone was always having a laugh or an argument or just being in everyone else's fucking business, but it was still… lonesome, I guess. Until I met Eff and, um… a few others."

Emily turned on her side, casting her eyes over the woman in front of her. How was it that Naomi's profile was almost as beautiful as her face? Her plum lips, her straight nose, her long eyelashes. On the spur of the moment, she kissed her temple. "Why-" Naomi's silent gaze made her hesitate, "Why did you leave? Earlier?"

"I…" Naomi looked away. Still, she couldn't lie, not anymore, "It was too much."

In an effort to break the awkward moment, Emily quickly kneeled over her lover's hips. She dotingly ran her hands down her chest and across her belly, tickling her sides anticipating a response. Naomi's short yell and, then, her laugh as she tried to wriggle out from Emily's playful attack pierced the quiet room. Both struggled to get the upper hand, Naomi not appreciating until that very moment that even though Emily was small she was still wickedly strong. A solid pounding on the wall from behind the headboard and a muffled yell from next door led to more fits of giggles.

Emily butterfly kissed the woman beneath her. "You are dazzling. I mean, really, look at you. Your tits are fucking mint. And your skin. It's… and these legs…" She looked behind her to the object of her statement, "Do you dance?" she asked as she stroked them.

Naomi's disbelief was apparent, she tried to sit up. "Do I look like a sodding stripper?"

Emily laughed and held her down by her shoulders, "In a conservatory, silly." She affectionately trailed her fingers down Naomi's arms, over her breast, past her bellybutton. As she maneuvered her body southward, her tongue licked that enchanting space between her breasts, her lips kissed Naomi's velvety skin right underneath them, and lightly pinched the nipples with her thumb and index finger. Slowly shifting down the now open legs, Emily's touch moved to her hips and silky thighs, hands traveling closer and closer to her target.

Emily was in her own heavenly world, engrossed staring at the cunt sparkling before her. She was focused on her hands, on her fingers playing in the warm wetness there, the sweet, sweet wetness she hungered to never stop enjoying. She leaned slightly forward and up on her knees just close enough to kiss her, inhaling the scent and blowing out over the mound so that Naomi could feel one tiny bit of the heat of what was to come.

"I can't stand it. I can't," Naomi moaned, her body ready to erupt. She reached out for one of Emily's hands and sat up. Both kneeling on the bed now, face-to-face, they were able to keep eye contact, kiss, and caress each other. With the pressure growing in her belly, Naomi brought Emily's hands up to her lips and kissed each digit one by one until she took them into her mouth, sucking, licking Emily's fingers sensually. After guiding them down her breasts, her belly, her abdomen, she wrapped her arm around the smaller woman and closed her eyes in bliss as Emily entered her. Her head rolled back, her spine arching slightly to accommodate this angle and the increased motion.

Emily held on to her, held her close, kissing her all over her face and upper body. When she kissed her right over her heart she felt a thousand nerve endings fire in response. The blonde's lustful sighing and electric reactions were all she would ever need. She knew she was ruined. Forever.

tbc