A/N: Hello! I do apologise for keeping you all waiting on this one. Little bit of the old WB, coupled with a day or two of lack of motivation. Thanks for all of you who have reviews the past chapters, and who have followed/favourited/generally been awesome folks. It really does mean a lot.
First things first, to the guest reviewer who was shaking their head at me starting other stories and leaving you hanging... It's not intentional. It wasn't actually Screamers that kept this halted for a few days. Partially, yes, but not totally. There were other factors involved, some of which can be seen as trivial, and others which are not so. I write ideas as they come into my head, as I've explained in the beginnings of other stories. Sometimes, I stop writing stories momentarily, because I don't know where they are going next, start other ones to keep the words flowing so you guys still get something to read. I enjoy it as much as I'm sure some of you no doubt do.
Anyway... I'm handing you all a double dose of a Cigarette Warming™ as a reward for being so patient and waiting. Enjoy it responsibly, this means you! Hahaha...
On with it, then...
Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Bugger. Any and all typos should piss off for the winter.
(Emily POV)
There is nothing more beautiful, than to wake up in the presence of someone you truly love.
No, that's not strictly true... There is nothing more beautiful than to wake up in the presence of someone you love, and know, beyond any doubt, that you are going to wake up to them again tomorrow. And the day after that... and so on.
Naomi told me that the first morning we woke up together, she felt safe. She said that I was clinging to her what may have been seen as a little possessively, but that she felt nothing like that at all. She had felt safe. As though I had wanted her. (And oh, how I wanted her.) She said that she had never felt that before, and I believed her, as much as I had believed her when she said I made her so nervous at first. We were so comfortable with each other now, but it never got boring. We had a good fit... Her curiosity matched my appetite, and vice versa, a lot of the time. Whereas some couples, by this stage, had fallen into some kind of routine with their sex life, ours was still as illicit and exciting as it was the first few weeks we had known each other... In every sense of the word.
We never made a list of things we wanted to do, as such... It wasn't something we needed to do. We never did quite have that full discussion about what made Naomi tick, but I had a good way of finding it out, and so did she about me. I found out that Naomi Campbell liked to be woken up by my tongue sliding down her stomach, tracing its way down between her legs, followed by light, skilful lapping of my oral muscle against her clit, as much as, even more so than being snuggled awake gently. I had asked her, if while lying alone in her own bed after waking up, whether she had masturbated to start her day.
"Sometimes..." She told me, that cute blush covering her cheeks, as we lay in bed facing each other, the duvet covering both our naked bodies. My hand would eventually drift down to her nipples, lightly squeezing them as she closed her eyes as I asked her how she would do it. "You've seen me do it, though..." She replied, her breath hitching, as my hand drifted down her stomach.
"I know, but... I want to hear it..." I said, between soft, delicate kisses and nibbles along her bottom lip. My fingertips reached her folds and slipped their way between their slickness, and I would rest them against her clit... pushing with just the slightest amount of pressure, slowly dragging against it.
"I'd lie on my back..." She continued, rolling slowly onto her back. "Letting myself relax..."
"Mmm..." I murmured, softly kissing her shoulder. "Then what? Would you play with your nipples a while?" I asked, slowly circling her swelling clit with my fingertip.
"Sometimes..."
"Beautiful... What then?" I teased, pushing the duvet down a little and leaving soft kisses down to one of her nipples and flicking it with my tongue. "Would you touch yourself?" I whispered huskily.
"Yes..." Naomi whispered back.
"Like I'm doing now?" I teased. "Slowly rubbing around your clit..." She groaned. "...or maybe..." I swiped across it deliberately a few times with my fingers, causing her back to arch. "...directly..."
"Christ..." She muttered, as my fingers resumed their slow circles.
"What about when you met me..." I asked, after a few moments of watching her. "...did you do it more...or less?"
"Oh god...more..." She moaned, eyes closed as her hips were now starting to move in rhythm with the pace of my fingers as they quickened slightly.
"Did you think of me while you did it? Did you think of me feeling you up... tying you up... Tasting you until you shuddered?"
"Oh yessss..."
I shuffled down her body, placing more soft kisses along her skin, until I was between her legs. Gently, I blew over her centre, drawing a soft whimper from her that was accompanied by a trembling of her limbs. I left slow, soft kisses along her inner thighs, as I rubbed the pad of my thumb up and down her swollen, protruding clit. "How good did it feel when you made yourself come thinking about me, beautiful?" I asked, in a low voice, leaning forward and sliding the tip of my tongue down her erect little bud.
"So good..." She groaned, her hand finding its way onto my head, fingers threading themselves into my hair. She breathed quickly and several individual breaths were punctuated by little whimpers and soft moans as I flicked at her with my tongue. Her fingers curled into my hair, dragging along my scalp and gripping firmly, as I drew her clit between my lips, drawing a deep, long groan from her as her breathing matched the movement of her trembling hips rocking towards me. "Need you...please...fingers..." She mumbled, and I placed the tips of my fingers just outside her entrance. She was so wet the very arching of her back caused my fingers to slip inside her slick, tight heat. As they slipped into her, a long, groan of satisfaction left her lips as she pulled me closer to her.
My tongue flicked quickly over her clit, licking, rubbing, lapping her as my fingers stroked in and out of her with sheer determination. I looked up to see her hands squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples between her fingers and thumbs, one hand reached down to scrabble through my hair as her hips ground her clit against my tongue. I curled my tongue around the swollen bud and massaged it faster, curling my fingers inside her as she panted harder.
"Jesus...fuck..." She moaned, hips rocking towards me more urgently. I felt inside her for the rough spot and pushed my fingertips against it, her body stiffening, and then shuddering as her hand gripped me tightly and she cried out my name repeatedly in pleasure. I slowed my attentions on her with my tongue as several spasms traveled through her, and then slipped my fingers out to a soft whimper and another slight jerk of her body. I kissed up her stomach, between her beautiful breasts, and slid my hand down her cheek. Her eyes shot open, blue, and with a glassiness that only came after one hell of an orgasm. I raised my wet fingers and held them to her lips, and she obeyed my wordless command, opening her lips and accepting them as I slid them in. She slowly sucked them clean, and as they slid back out, she pulled my lips to her own and kissed me passionately.
As my lips left hers, I laid my head on her chest, and curled the ends of her blonde hair around my fingertips. "I love you so much, beautiful." I whispered against her skin.
"I love you, too." She replied, running her fingertips through my hair. I lifted my head and looked into her eyes, shining brightly back at me. She leaned in and kissed me slowly. "I think we should get up and take a shower..." She said, her eyes flicking towards the bathroom.
"Oh yeah?" I smirked.
"Mmhmm..." She said softly, kissing me once more. "I feel a need to give payback after that orgasm..."
I grinned. "Oh, well then I'm all yours and more." I said, shifting off her and standing up, stretching my limbs. I turned to look at her, and she gazed up at me from the pillows. "Go and stand in the shower with your eyes closed." She said, eyeing me up and down. I raised my eyebrow, and then turned around, walking into the shower cubicle, standing still and closing my eyes. I heard shuffling as she got out of bed, and then footsteps, feeling her presence behind me, then the blindfold as it was secured over my eyes. Her arms wrapped around my waist, and her skin pressed against mine as one of her hands slid down my stomach. A probing finger slipped between my folds, seeking out my already swollen clit and brushing against it slowly, as soft kisses were trailed across my shoulders. My breathing became shallow as her other hand drifted up to gently pinch and roll my nipples one by one between her fingers.
I gasped slightly in anticipation, as her finger left my folds, and her hands covered both of mine, lifting them up and placing them on the cold tiles in front of me. "Don't move them." She said, as I heard her pull the shower head out of its holder that was attached to the wall, then the squeak of the mixer tap and the soft, but cold overspray as she turned it on. She waited a few moments as the water got warm, and then began to spray it over my body. The warm water dripped off my skin, and it heard the click of the shower head itself, as Naomi adjusted the jet into a fine spray, moving it around and down my back. Next the scent of vanilla and raspberry reached my nose, and I felt the delicate touch of a shower puff being moved all over, thoroughly soaping up my skin. Next, the water stopped, and fingers began to slide through the soapy suds, moving up my sides, across my stomach and then up to play with my erect, soaped up nipples. I pushed back against her and groaned, feeling myself become wetter. The water was turned back on, and it sprayed over my skin, washing away the traces of suds, along with Naomi's hand which made sure I was nicely rinsed off. I heard the click of the shower head once, twice more.
One hand then skimmed its way down my stomach, and her fingers began to slip through my folds. A fingertip began touching my clit once more, slowly rubbing against it. I heard Naomi's breath in my ear, right before her teeth tugged at my earlobe. I heard my own gasp reverberating off the tiles around us as I felt my folds being spread open and the spray of the water moving lower down my stomach. The gasp turned into a full moan as the rushing water impacted against my clit, and Naomi's lips kissed down my neck and across my shoulders. Every single thought I had was concentrated on the sensation that began to build between my legs. "Jesus Christ..." I whispered, breathlessly. I heard Naomi's soft chuckle in my ear as the water beat its quick rhythm against my clit.
"Do you remember, baby? That time you tied me up and vibrated me until I was unconscious..." She whispered, low in my ear.
"Yes..." I gasped. "I'll...ohgod...never forget it..."
"Neither will I." I whimpered, as my body shuddered of its own accord. I could not help the moan that left me as a cold, but pleasurable feeling set in between my legs as the water continued to beat its rhythm against me. My body arched towards it as much as it could, how could I not, given Naomi's hold on my body, and the addictiveness of the sensation that I was feeling. It built and built until it spilled over, and I arched towards it as a roaring pleasure spread out from between my legs and utterly consumed me. My knees almost buckled as a moan ripped itself from my throat and made its way past my lips. There were no words for it, simply a vocal expression, as the rapture of it curled its way through my body, wrapping itself around my spine and bursting through my vocal cords as a pleasure I had never felt before coursed through me like wildfire.
I could tell you that it was only the once, but that would be an outright lie. Naomi was persistent in making sure that the stream of water maintained contact with my already throbbing clit, to the point where my knees were buckling and I was moaning like it was going out of fashion. The thought in my mind, other than the one about just how good this felt, was the thought of how it had impacted Naomi the time I had used my high speed vibrator on her until she was virtually rendered unconscious by the whole thing. I'd left her a quivering, practically unconscious mess by the end of it, and something told me, with that sort of startling clarity, that the same thing could happen right now.
My heart was beating faster in my chest, and Naomi's hold on me tightened a little, as the building pleasure finally burst inside me, and I moaned loudly as a different, yet still blissful orgasm gripped me in its teeth and shook me until my knees trembled. I pushed against the wall, my shoulders leaning back into her as I gasped and quivered in her arms, feeling the sensation build again, much more quickly, exploding again into a quicker, but no less pleasurable, and no less intense climax that drew a primal noise from my lungs that I barely recognised as my own voice. My hand lifted off the wall and reached behind me, threading my fingers through Naomi's hair at the back of her neck and gripping tightly, as I gasped heavy breaths.
I vaguely heard the water go off, of the sound of my own breathing, and felt her arms wrap around me tightly, holding me up so I didn't slip and fall to the tiled floor. There were soft kisses raining across my shoulders, and softly whispered words in my ear, not that I could completely make sense of them. The blindfold was slid off my eyes, and the black shower tiles appeared in my slowly focusing vision. "Christ..." I muttered, finally finding the power of speech.
Naomi's arms wrapped around me just a little tighter, and my other hand lifted off the wall and gripped hers around my waist. "Come on... I don't want you to catch a cold." She said, softly. She carefully dried us both off, and led me back to the bed, on weak legs, I might add. I almost collapsed into it, and she let out a cute giggle as she slid in beside me and wrapped her arms back around my waist. "You alright, Ems?" She asked, softly kissing my shoulder.
"Hmm?" I said, a little dreamily.
Naomi chuckled softly. "Oh yeah...you're alright." She said.
I managed to somehow turn myself around so I faced her, and she brushed my fringe out of my eyes, kissing my forehead. I pulled her lips to mine and we kissed, slow and unhurried. No sense of urgency about it, but still with the passion that we always had between us. It was almost as thought the kiss recharged me, in a way. When it ended, my forehead leaned against hers. "That was..." I inhaled deeply, and then exhaled slowly. "Very satisfying..."
Naomi blushed. "Might have done that once or twice, myself... Figured I would share the knowledge."
I laughed, and placed a soft kiss against her lips. "Oh, well... Thank you for sharing."
She grinned, and pulled the duvet over the both of us. "I know you must feel a bit wiped out after that..."
"Mmm...I'm aching, but in a good way." I smirked.
Naomi rolled me back over so my back was facing her, and once more slid her arms around me, one of her hands reaching between my legs and cupping me so gently that I let out a soft groan at the contact. "It's Sunday, baby. Get some rest."
"Hmm, I definitely won't argue..." I mumbled, closing my eyes, and beginning to drift off to sleep.
A/N#2: *smirks* ahem...
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