A/N: Hello again!
So, I got stuck a little on this one plot wise... Weird seeing how it's only the third chapter in, but while being stuck on this, I've had some other ideas for some of my other (currently neglected...sorry! I know, I know...eventually, my friends...that is the best I can tell you...) stories.
So, you all know my mantra for being stuck on something...when in doubt... (Say it, people) SMUT! So, here is your Cigarette Warning™ Wear it with pride and enjoy it with pie. Or tart. No... Pie rhymes, let's stick with pie.
On with it, before I start spouting random crap...
(Before?!)
(SHUT UP, YOU!)
Disclaimer: I do not own skins, but I love it to bits! Any and all typos were churned into ice cream...
(Emily POV)
The door shuts behind us, and she pushes me against it, her lips on mine, arms slipping around my waist and pulling me closer. She snogs the life out of me, and it's passionate and needy. My hands are on her shoulders, fingertips of one drifting down her spine as one of her hands pushes its way up under my shirt, cupping my breast in her hand and squeezing firmly. She draws a soft moan from me as the fingers at my back scrabble to reach under my top, and I place kisses down her throat as she caresses my bare skin.
She murmurs appreciatively, beginning to pull the front of my shirt upwards, reaching for the button at the top of my jeans, popping it open gently, and sliding the zipper down. Her hand sneaks its way inside, and reaches my centre, rubbing me through my knickers before probing fingers push the fabric aside, her blue eyes piercing mine as the same probing fingers began to rub against my clit. I bite my bottom lip, forgetting for a moment how many times I'd told Naomi not to do the very same thing. Her eyes narrowed and her lips met mine with urgency, and I groaned into her frantic kiss, teased by her fingers.
She kisses down my neck and starts to suck over my pulse point, the light suction sending tingles through my body and my fingers lightly grip the back of her neck, a soft groan leaving my lips. She kisses back up my neck and then her eyes meet mine again, a devious glint still in them as she watches my expression. My eyes flutter closed as she continues the movement of her fingers, building up the pleasure, pushing her fingers down through my folds, teasing my entrance and then back up to my clit once more, circling the swollen sensitive bud. "Y-you're teasing me..." I murmured, my voice low and husky.
Her eyebrow raised. "You noticed..." She smirked. I groaned as her finger brushed over my clit once more. "I need to pay you back, though..."
"For what?" I said breathlessly, as I reached down and pressed her hand closer to me.
"That little dig down in the kitchen...the one that had me almost choking on my wine..." Naomi murmured, circling my clit with her fingertip, barely touching it.
"Oh...that..." I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed. They opened straight up again, as her fingers began to rub directly over it, an involuntary moan leaving my throat as a spike of pleasure coursed through me. Naomi leaned her forehead against mine and stared into my eyes, rubbing me with a determined glint in her own eyes, and my breathing quickened its pace , the occasional soft moan slipping out. "Please..." I barely whispered, feeling myself get closer.
"You want me to make you come?" Naomi asked, a playful curiosity lacing her tone.
"Yes..." I whispered, in a shaky breath.
A sly grin crossed her lips as she kissed me softly. "What if I teased you a little more, baby?"
"Oh, god..." I murmured, arching toward her. "Please, I need you..." She stopped the movement of her fingers against me and I groaned in frustration. Her hand was extracted from inside my jeans and she licked her fingers with a cheeky grin. I leaned my head back against the door, and stared at her in disbelief. "Tell me you didn't ju-" I started to say, before she cut me off with a deep passionate kiss. So deep, it left me speechless. I barely noticed that she had moved, until she placed the chair from her desk, facing the foot of her bed.
She came back to me, and reached once more for the bottom of my shirt, pulling it upwards and lifting it completely off me. Her hands rested only my shoulders and gently pulled me away from the door, and then reached behind me and I clasped my bra, sliding the straps down my shoulders and off my arms. "Finish what I started..." She said, tugging at my jeans. "...and then sit down." She added, a deviousness to her voice as she glanced towards the chair. Her eyes raked over my semi naked body as I pushed the denim down my legs and stepped out of them, and then walked to the chair, sitting down completely naked.
Naomi went over to a drawer and opened it, rummaging around until she found what she was looking for. "Ah-hah!" She exclaimed, closing the drawer and then standing behind me. I heard slight movement behind me, and then felt her hand on my wrist, as well as something soft being looped around it. A tickle of fabric across my lower back, and then my other hand having the same soft substance being looped around it. I felt a creeping sense of arousal blooming in the pit of my stomach, as my wrists were securely tied to the chair. "Not too tight?" She asked, as she softly kissed my shoulders.
I shook my head. "No..."
"Good...now close your eyes."
I let my eyelids shut slowly, and felt another kiss at the back of my neck, before I heard movement once more behind me, and then the soft rustling of clothes, as well as something that sounded like...the creak of bedsprings?
"Open your eyes." She said, softly. Slowly, I did, and saw the beautiful sight of Naomi in all her naked beauty, lying on the bed, a cheeky smirk on her lips.
"Oh..." I said, softly. I was only not sure about what her plan was, until her eyes locked onto mine as her hands began to skim over her naked skin. My mouth went dry as I wished it was my hands moving over her body, but I was going to have to be content with just watching at this moment. It didn't stop my instincts from attempting to struggle my way out of the restraint she had put me in. I swallowed thickly, as my eyes cast themselves hungrily over her nakedness.
"You like what you see?" She asked, in a wicked tone. All I could do was nod, the power of speech having briefly left me, as Naomi's fingertips pinched and rubbed her nipples. She bit her bottom lip as she did so, and I had to briefly shut my eyes, opening them once I heard her faint, but extremely dirty giggle. "I know how much that makes you want to fuck me..." She said, her voice low. "But for now...you just get to watch..." One of her hands moved down her stomach as she lay back against the pillows, and I swallowed again as she began to tease her folds with her fingertips. "You've heard me do this... Both while making me do it, and of my own accord..." She said, her voice becoming shaky, "...but you've never seen me do it..." She added, with a sly grin, as she slid two of her fingers down and easily pushed them inside herself, then withdrawing then just as quickly, bringing them to her lips and sucking them into her mouth.
"Jesus..." I whispered, as she sucked the wetness from her own fingers.
Her eyes locked on mine as her hand moved back between her legs, and she began to rub her fingers against her clit, biting her bottom lip again as she did so. Her other hand began to rub and squeeze each nipple alternately, her hips beginning to slowly rock as she pleasured herself. It only took a few minutes of stroking before she was breathing ragged and heavy, and the movement of her hips turned into gentle jerks. She stopped, then... the fingers between her legs moving to her lips, and she licked them clean once more, before again returning the attentions of both hands to her tits, squeezing them in her palms and teasing her nipples between her fingers.
"Are they stiff?" I croaked.
She moaned softly as she nodded her head, her fingers twisting them gently. She continued this for a few minutes, and it could feel my own nipples tingling and wishing they were being manipulated in the same manner. Every minute or so, she would stop rubbing them, and just squeeze them between her fingers. I knew I was very turned on, and I suspected that Naomi felt exactly the same, or even more so.
Her hand moved down her body once more, resting once more between her legs, where I could see the glistening wetness that graced her folds. She pushed two of her long fingers deep inside herself once more, her head tilting backwards and breaking our eye contact as she groaned from deep within. Slowly, she began to thrust her fingers inside herself, her hips arching upwards as she placed her feet flat on the mattress so her knees were bent. They moved with the quickening pace of her fingers, her thumb nudging her clit and drawing a more desperate moan from her. My heart was racing, possibly almost as much as hers was, as her free fingers moved from one nipple to the other and back again, gripping and squeezing as she worked herself into a pleasurable frenzy.
"Emily..." She said, her voice strained.
"Do it, beautiful..." I said. "Make yourself come..."
Her fingers pumped deeper inside her, as her hips rocked harder. She threw her head back against the pillows and moaned again as her body stiffened, her fingers burying themselves deep inside her as she arched up like a bow, giving a strangled cry as her self induced orgasm gripped her. Her body continued its small spasms as her legs straightened out and she shivered, soft moans accentuating her ragged breathing, her fingers slowing their movement inside her as she brought herself back down.
I watched her in awe as she caught her breath, sitting up and slipping her fingers from her wetness. She moved to the end of the bed, getting off it and kneeling in front of me, offering her wet fingers to me with a blush spreading across her cheeks. I leaned forwards and took them between my lips, slowly sucking them clean.
"You liked?" She said, a shy smile on her own lips, as she slid her fingers from mine.
I looked into her dilated pupils through hooded eyes. "Why don't you taste me and see?" I challenged.
Her eyebrow raised, and her hands moved to my knees, pushing them apart and then drifting up to grab my hips, pulling me slightly forwards in the chair. Wasting no time, she dipped her head between my thighs and inhaled deeply, a soft groan of intoxication coming from her as she leaned closer and slid her tongue between my folds. It was my turn to groan then, as she traced along them with the warm, wet slippery muscle, soft pants leaving my lungs as she tasted my wetness. "Oh, fuck..." I muttered, her tongue sliding down and thrusting its way inside me. She pulled my hips closer to her as she eagerly tasted me, licking back up to my very swollen clit and beginning to lap and flick at it in earnest.
My wrists strained against the restraints she had me in, as my hips rocked closer to her mouth, my breathing now coming in short gasps as she licked and sucked at me. While there was something deliciously erotic about the first few times Naomi had done this to me, now that she had an experienced tongue, I let her lick me a lot more often, because she was a quick learner, and she had become very good at getting me off with her tongue. My moans came quicker as she licked quickly against that one spot that always drove me crazy, and her fingers began to push inside me. "God yessss..." I moaned, as her fingers thrust into me, building up a quick pace that she knew as well as I did would make me come sooner rather than later.
I shifted closer to her again, wanting to feel even more of her against me, and noting my cue, she began to curl her fingers inside me. I gasped loudly, feeling myself begin to explode and she wrapped her lips around my clit and sucked it hard, flicking her tongue over the tip. A husky broken moan left my throat as she shoved me into an agonisingly pleasurable climax that made me shiver and shudder against her. I breathed hard as she continued flicking her tongue against me, gently bringing me back to earth. My head tilted backwards as I breathed hard, blinking rapidly. I felt her fingers at the back of my neck, tilting my head forwards again, and her lips were on mine, kissing me passionately as I tasted myself on them.
Our lips parted and her head rested against mine, and she gently curved her fingers inside me a few more times, causing me to jolt in surprise. "Cheeky." I muttered, breathless from the passionate nature of the kiss we had shared.
"I learn from the best..." Naomi grinned.
A somewhat exhausted chuckle left me. "I'll take that compliment." I said. "Now...are you going to untie me?" I asked.
"Of course." Naomi said, reaching behind me and fiddling with the knot she had tied. I felt the restraining hold on my wrists slacken, and then the fabric slip away from my skin. Naomi gently lifted my arms, cautious of the ache that had settled into my shoulders. "Lie down on your stomach, Ems..." She said, softly.
I did so, and then felt Naomi climb up on the bed and straddle my thighs. I then felt her hands in my shoulders, working gently over my muscles and easing the ache in them. "Ohhh, that feels good..." I murmured.
"Yeah?" Naomi asked.
"Mmhmm..." I replied, lazily. "Heavenly."
I felt her body shift and she brushed my hair off my shoulders, placing soft kisses across them, and then one single one at the base of my neck. Her hands slid slowly down my spine, and then back upwards, trailing firmly up my skin. She then shifted off my thighs and stretched out beside me, and I opened my eyes to stare into her bright blue ones as she brushed my fringe from my eyes. "Better?" She asked.
"Much." I replied.
She leaned close and kissed my shoulder gently, sliding her arm across my back. "I love you so much, Emily."
"I know. I love you too, and I'm sorry for the dig downstairs."
Naomi grinned. "It's ok... My mum's made some choice ones over the years."
My eyes widened. "Oh god... Your mum! I hope we weren't too loud..." I said, feeling my face redden.
She laughed softly. "She's usually oblivious while watching television, don't worry." She said. I rolled onto my side and she pulled me closer, wrapping her arms around me. She sighed softly, and kissed the top of my head gently. "You ok, baby?"
"Very ok." I replied, curling the ends of her hair around my fingers.
"Good." She said. "I'm glad."
"I have to say, this has been an interesting little break..." I smirked.
"Mmm... I know it was short notice, and all." Naomi said. "But...I'm glad you came with me."
"So am I. You think your mum is ok with us working together, as well as... You know."
Naomi sighed deeply. "I think so. She just worries, that's all."
"At least she cares." I said, softly.
"Hey..." She said, squeezing me gently in her arms. "If ever you want to talk about it... I'll listen. I mean, I know you don't like to, but... It must weigh on your mind a bit sometimes."
I shook my head. "Rarely, beautiful. I don't give Jenna Fitch much thought at all. It's usually only when Katie tries to get me to turn up to family things that it's a problem."
"Oh, like the Fitch dinners?"
"Fitch Family Dinners." I smirked. "And, yes. Otherwise... I really don't give it any thought... I consider it wasted energy."
"That's fair, I suppose." Naomi said. "Besides, I can tell Gina likes you a lot."
"Yeah?"
"I don't know what Effy told her about you, if anything, but she does."
"She's definitely cheery." I said. "And I was serious about her cooking... It's wonderful."
"Gina says you can't beat a good home cooked meal every now and again." Naomi grinned.
"I'd have to take her word on that, tonight is the first good home cooked meal I think I've ever had." I laughed.
Naomi looked at me curiously. "You're serious?"
"Hmm...yeah. Jenna is a terrible cook." I explained. "I don't think she ever learned it proper, you know... Everything was either cooked to death so it had no flavour, or was just...strange combinations that were never palatable."
"Oh." Naomi laughed. "I can see your point."
"Yeah, so once I left home, I learned to cook for myself, and discovered tasty food, finally."
"Ooh, you'll have to cook something for me one day!" Naomi grinned.
"Mmm... I can do that." I replied.
She kissed me slowly, and once again leaned her head against mine.
"We should go downstairs and get some of your mum's tart." I said.
"Hungry?"
"Mmm...a little."
"Ok." Naomi said. "Wait... You stay here, and I'll go get us some."
"Gina won't mind?"
"God, no. I used to eat up here all the time when I was in college. Too many lodgers." Naomi laughed, getting out of bed and pulling on her hoodie and zipping it up. "I won't be long." She said, kissing me softly before she opened the door and left the room.
I laid back against the pillows and sighed deeply. Gina really was a lovely person, I could tell that she was mind and caring, and only asked questions about me being with Naomi and her working for me because she was genuinely concerned. I don't think it was the same sort of 'what will people think' shite that my own mother came up with, it was more concern that the two of us would be able to exist harmoniously in both our work and personal life. She needn't worry, though... Naomi was doing well at work, and with the time she spent studying and at lectures, we weren't together every waking moment, and while it was tough sometimes, we did talk a fair bit, and the times we weren't together made the times we were together that much more special.
I wouldn't dream of fighting with her, she was too precious to me. I know I was to her, as well. We disagreed on occasion, of course, but we were so devoted to one another, as much as two people in love could be, that argument never came into it. We often stopped mid-disagreement and ended up apologising before it got nasty, which usually ended with us naked in each other's arms. Sex is good stress relief, what can I say...
Speaking of sex, I was still dominant over her, but it let her explore it more, teaching her more tricks. She had asked me to, after all... She had a genuine curiosity and interest in the dominant side, and I was only too happy to indulge her. Naomi often says we belong to each other, and I agree. I've never wanted to 'own' someone in the general master/slave context, because I don't see Naomi that way. While she is a natural submissive to my dominant, as I first told her, I find it degrading to think of, or call her my slave. To me, it implies a lack of consent, no matter how many people who term themselves that disagree. For me, the consensual part of it also carries on to the names we give ourselves. Naomi calls me Emily because that is who I am. We take roles when we play, yes, but I don't make her call me Mistress, or refer to her as my slave, because that's not who I am, and that's not who Naomi is to me. Our relationship has as much give any take as any other, and it see no reason to make her call me anything other than my name. I feel we are equal, and I want to love her and share experiences with her, not degrade her so she feels that she is only worth something because of me. Both of us have power, really, and we exchange it from time to time, because that's just how we exist.
I am pulled out of my thoughts by the door opening once more, and Naomi coming in holding a decent sized bowl with a large slice of pie and some ice cream in it. "Oh, good... You're still awake." She grinned, as she set the bowl on her desk and unzipped her hoodie, slipping it off her shoulders.
"Did you think I would fall asleep?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
"Uhm...no..." She said, picking up the bowl and climbing onto the bed and straddling my hips.
"You're naked." I smirked.
"Mmm...so are you." She said, taking the spoon and digging into the tart and scooping up a little ice cream. She put the spoonful into her mouth and chewed, her eyes closing briefly as she sighed and opened them again to look at me. "Mum makes awesome tart. Want some?" She grinned down at me.
I nodded, and Naomi took the spoon and scooped up a little more, holding it out to me. I opened my mouth and the spoon slid between my lips, pulling back as my lips closed around it. She was right, the tart was delicious, and the ice cream complimented it nicely. I chewed the mouthful and swallowed it. "Wow. That is good." I said.
"Told you." Naomi smirked. "Now...close your eyes."
I raised my eyebrow in question, but closed my eyes anyway. I hard the spoon scraping in the bowl, and then felt something cold on my stomach. "Hey! That's cold!" I laughed, feeling another cold chill higher up my body. I felt Naomi shuffling down my body and then the contrast of her warm lips as they surrounded the cold morsels on my skin one by one, as Naomi licked me clean. "Oh my go- AH!" I exclaimed, as something very cold dripped its way down between my tits, laughing nervously as it was again licked up by a warm tongue.
"Open your mouth..." Naomi said, gently. I did so, and then another sweet, chilled morsel was placed between my lips and I happily chewed and swallowed it.
On and on it went, and I can tell you, I've never been used as a plate before, and never had cold ice cream dripped over my nipples and then deliciously licked off by a woman's tongue, but I can tell you, it's something I'd definitely like to do again. By the end of it, I was damp and sticky, but I really couldn't complain... Not when Naomi's tongue was sliding further down until it was between my thighs.
No, complaint was the very last thing on my mind as her tongue starred rhythmically flicking once more against my aroused clit... No sir. Once she had made me come again with her tongue...twice... She kissed back upwards to my lips and I opened my eyes to spy her cheeky grin.
"The tart is good... But you, my love, are fucking delicious." She said.
I laughed, and pulled her into a passionate kiss, and the second it broke off, she pulled me into her arms and nuzzled her nose against my own. It was non-verbal, but it was one of the many ways Naomi showed me that she loved me.
A/N#2: *sly grin*
I don't think the tart saw that coming, do you? Mine you, I wouldn't mind being dripped all over Emily Fitch... If I was a peach tart with ice cream, that is.
;-)
Reviews are welcome, as ever.
Until next time...
~GN~ xo