Hello again!
Random thought: I saw an episode of Frasier that I hadn't seen before, in which Laurie Metcalf appeared as Frasier's first wife. She played a female children's entertainer who was sex mad.
Hmm, I forget what my point was going to be...
Speaking of sex, as you've probably guessed from the chapter title, there are scenes of an adult nature in this chapter. I know the last chapter ended with Naomi and Justin alone together, but don't worry: he's not getting any!
Hold on to your hats! (Mine has a rabbit in it).
Chapter Twenty: Whispers And Moans
Emily
That bastard! That fucking, manipulative arsehole!
I grumbled away to myself all the way back to my own room after leaving Naomi. What the fuck was I thinking? Had I really just left her alone with that piece of shit? Though on reflection, what else could I have done? Naomi insisted that it was okay – that she would speak to him. I couldn't really do anything else. Naomi had already assured me that he was never violent, otherwise no power on earth would have shifted me from her side. But that didn't mean that I was happy to be leaving her and her husband together in her room for a late night tête-ã-tête.
It had been a shitty couple of days, all things considered. Finding out yesterday that Naomi was married totally floored me. I knew there were things in her past that she hadn't told me about, but I wasn't expecting something as big as that. I had hardly heard a word that she said when she first told me about it. I just wanted to get as far away from her as possible and think things through on my own. Of course, that wasn't helped by him showing up later that day. Katie had been delighted with her piece of gossip when I had finally shown up for the evening performance. I did my best to hide my emotions and simply pretend that my interest was similar to Katie's.
"So what was he like?" I had asked her.
"Nothing to write home about" she had informed me with a dismissive shrug. That was just typical of Katie!
"I didn't mean looks" I told her with a sigh. Katie thought carefully about her brief meeting with Justin before answering.
"Well he seemed nice enough I suppose" she began slowly. "But he was a bit… I don't know. Borderline passive aggressive, if you ask me."
That sentence had definitely piqued my interest. As had Naomi's insistence that evening that she wanted to tell me all about him. I was still too angry and too much in shock to really hear her out last night. But throughout today, my feelings had mellowed slightly, and I realised that I at least should listen to what Naomi had to say.
Her confession about Justin surprised me. It was hard to think about Naomi ever letting someone treat her that way, but it had happened at a very vulnerable time in her life. And it certainly explained a lot of her behaviour since then. It also explained why her 'almost shag' with Cook had led to such a firm friendship between the two of them. Up until that point, she was used to everyone taking from her whatever she offered. Cook was probably the first person in a long time to actually check if that was really what she wanted.
I still felt hurt at Naomi that she hadn't trusted me enough to tell me sooner, but at least she had actually confessed it eventually. She could have let me find out at the same time as Katie, in the middle of rehearsals. I'm not sure I could have held my countenance, if that had happened. I gave a little shudder as I imagined being in rehearsals with the others while some stage-hand announced that Naomi's husband was there to see her. At least she had spared me that. And I was so relieved to hear that she doesn't love him anymore, that I was practically running to forgive her.
Then just as things were softening between us, there was the man himself, wanting to talk to Naomi. Acting like he just had that right, and questioning my reason for being there! Telling Naomi that she had 'fooled' a lot of people. Yeah, I didn't miss the not-so-hidden meaning in that sentence. Fucking wanker. For once, I was in complete agreement with Katie's initial assessment of someone. Except that I would drop the word 'borderline'.
Prick.
I continued grumbling away to myself while I got ready for bed and slipped under the covers. I lay there with my book in hand, but I wasn't actually looking at the words on the page. My mind was far too full for reading. What the fuck did Justin want with Naomi? Surely he hadn't come all this way just to tell her that she could have a divorce?
I was torn from my silent reflections by a small tap on my door. I glanced at the clock: it was nearly midnight. Though in Sin City, that's an early night. I put my book down, threw back the covers and headed to the door. I wrapped a bathrobe around me as I went. I checked the peephole, and was surprised to see a very nervous looking Naomi on the other side of the door. I threw it open. She smiled nervously at me, biting her lip.
"Can I come in?" She asked softly. I nodded, and clicked the door closed behind her as she moved into the room.
"So what did Justin want?" I asked, trying not to sound churlish. Naomi looked to be considering her answer for a moment.
"He said I never should have left him and that he wants me to come home" she answered with a sigh. "I told him to sod off" she added quickly. Her eyes darted around the room, her nervousness obvious.
"Naoms, what's up?"
"He wouldn't leave" she told me, unable to meet my gaze. "In the end, I just walked out and left him there. He said he'll be waiting for me until I get back."
"What?" Naomi shrugged, but still wouldn't look at me. "Naomi, we should call hotel security!"
"He'll just tell them he's my husband."
"But you still have the right to…"
"I don't want any fuss" she said gently. Finally, she raised her head and looked pleadingly at me. "Can't I just stay here tonight?" She looked so forlorn that I didn't have the heart to turn her away. I swallowed nervously, and glanced at the only bed in the room. Sure, it was huge. The two of us could spend the whole night in it without ever touching each other, but the last time we had been together on it… I shook my head slightly, trying to rid it of the images that had just arrived there.
"Of course!" I answered with a shrug, trying my best to sound casual. She gave me that same anxious smile. The one where she bites her lip, drawing my eyes right to her mouth. I hastily looked away, and tried to think of cleaner thoughts.
"Thanks" said Naomi quietly. She stepped towards the bed, kicked her shoes off and started to peel her jeans down – an action that dragged my eyes straight back to her. I found myself staring as those long, perfect legs came into view. Stupid bloody brain: I felt sure it was capable of clean thoughts, but apparently there is nothing of the sort in there. As she removed her bra through the sleeve of her t-shirt, I suddenly remembered something important: I was naked under my bathrobe.
"I er… I um." I cleared my throat awkwardly. "I should…" I stepped over to my chest of drawers and hastily pulled out a pair of knickers and a t-shirt. "I don't wear pyjamas" I offered as explanation to Naomi. Her face flushed as she caught on to my meaning. I bolted into the bathroom, practically slamming the door shut behind me.
A few minutes later – and after splashing plenty of cold water on my face - I was slipping under the covers of my bed next to Naomi.
"You'll have to start standing up to Justin sooner or later" I told her. "You can't let him force you out of your own room like that."
"I know" answered Naomi with a frown. "But you don't understand what he's like." She sighed gently. "In the past he's always been able to talk me around somehow. That's why I ended up leaving the country to get away from him. It felt like the only way I could break away from him for good."
That answer did nothing to make me feel any better. What if he was able to win her around again? Losing Naomi would be awful no matter how it happened, but to see her throw herself away on that scumbag would be unbearable.
"So will he win you back again?" I asked, unable to stop myself from voicing my fears. Naomi shook her head.
"No, not this time" she said firmly. "I'm stronger now. I don't ever want to go back to him. And besides…" She paused, considering her next words carefully. I held my breath, wondering what she was about to say. She cleared her throat, and I knew immediately that she was going to settle for avoidance once more. "Listen, I don't really want to talk about him right now. Okay?" I knew that our conversation was at an end.
"Good night then" I said. I reached to switch off my bedside lamp, but Naomi's voice arrested my hand in mid-motion.
"Emily, I lied to you" she said in a small voice. Fuck, more lies! What now? I left the light on and turned around to face her. Naomi was staring resolutely down at the bed. "Justin left." I frowned, trying to work out exactly what she was referring to. With a quick upwards glance, Naomi saw my confusion. "Tonight" she added. "He only stayed in my room for about five minutes, then he left." My frown deepened, as I puzzled over why she had lied about that. What exactly had she got out of that lie? Then it hit me: that lie was the reason she was lying in my bed right now. My jaw dropped slightly in realisation. "I just wanted to be with you tonight" she said softly. She met my gaze, and I saw a whole mix of emotions in her eyes. Nervousness, uncertainty, and love - I was sure of it. All of the hurt and anger I'd felt over the past couple of days vanished from my mind. I couldn't help myself: I surged forward and kissed her. Slow, passionate kisses, that she met with equal passion. She slid her arms around me, pulling me into her. Soon I was lying on top of her, our legs tangled together. A yearning need burned its way through me.
I broke the kiss and pulled back to look into her eyes. The nervousness was gone, and I could see that my intuition was right – Naomi wanted me tonight. She was finally ready to let me in – physically and emotionally. I knew that I should still be mad at her, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted her just as much. I sat back on my calves, straddling her, and pushed the constricting covers to the bottom of the bed. Naomi sat up as well, as though she didn't want the contact between us to stop. I was happy to oblige. I gave her another deep kiss, before placing my hands on the bottom of her t-shirt. I cast one last clarifying glance at her, but she simply grinned at me. Taking that as encouragement, I stripped it off in one motion.
Naomi's shoulders twitched, like she was fighting the urge to wrap her arms protectively around her chest. I had noticed her make the same movement the last time we were topless together. I had found it odd that someone so beautiful could be so self-conscious, but now it made sense. I was finally getting to know a little something about what goes on in that head of hers. I felt a flash of anger at the cause of her uncertainty, but I pushed it away. Anger had no place here, and Justin was the last person I wanted to think about.
"Naomi you are so beautiful" I whispered, as I stroked my hand gently across her cheek. She blushed. "I mean it" I insisted. I poured all the sincerity I could into my words, wanting her to understand just how stunning she really is. "You are just breath-takingly gorgeous and sexy" I told her with a smile. She bit her lip again and lay back down on the bed, allowing my eyes to devour the sight in front of me. It was a clear declaration that she was ready to trust herself with me. I felt an ache of longing for her. I stripped off my own t-shirt before moving down to meet her. Naomi reached straight for my tits, and I moaned as she squeezed them firmly. I pressed hot kisses to her face and neck, allowing my hands to caress every inch of her exposed skin.
"Fuck, Emily!" She groaned.
"Shhh!" I whispered against her lips. "Remember my sister's in the next room!"
"Fuck!" she breathed through clenched teeth. "I'm gonna have trouble keeping quiet tonight!" The mere thought of Naomi screaming in ecstasy beneath me sent a rush of heat right to my core.
I kissed a path from her lips gradually down to her breasts. I covered them with kisses, sucking her nipples until I felt them harden against my tongue. I kept my progress intentionally slow. Naomi may still not be ready to hear me say I love her, but I was determined to show her how she makes me feel. Her hands tangled in my hair, and her breathing quickened. I continued my caressing attentions, tasting her skin, stroking the contours of her wonderful figure. Her body undulated with every touch, reminding me how long it had been since she had had sex. It hadn't exactly been recent for me either, but my aim was set on making Naomi feel amazing.
I moved lower, kissing and licking her stomach while my hands massaged the outside of her thighs. Still I took my time. I wanted Naomi to know that she had made the right decision in sharing herself with me. Moans and gasps told me exactly what effect I was having on her. Lower still, and I found myself staring at her last remaining item of clothing. I hooked my fingers into her knickers and started to take them off. I peeled them down a little way, and kissed along her bare hips. I pulled them further and kissed the creases at the top of her legs. I continued to take them off inch by lingering inch, pausing occasionally to drop kisses onto her slender legs. Each movement had Naomi writhing with anticipation.
"Christ, Emily!" She breathed. Finally, I slid her knickers from her ankles and dropped them to the floor. Remembering how self-consciousness she is, I stepped from the bed and stripped my own knickers off, leaving us both naked. Naomi watched me hungrily as I did so. I took a moment to appreciate the sight before me: Naomi, spread naked and breathless on my bed, waiting - aching - for me to make love to her. I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face as I climbed back onto the bed.
I ran a hand teasingly up the inside of her thigh, our gazes locked firmly on each other. When I reached the top of her legs, Naomi moaned and I gasped at just how wet she was. Her hips jerked upwards as my fingers explored her soaking folds. I knew that she didn't want to wait another second. I pushed her legs gently apart and settled myself between them.
"Oh Fuck, yes!" Groaned Naomi at the first touch of my lips. I delved my tongue deep into her pussy, then licked and kissed her pussy lips. I turned my attention to her clit, licking and sucking with the sole aim of driving Naomi into a frenzy. She clutched desperately at the bed sheets beneath her as my tongue continued to push her towards ecstasy. As she hurtled nearer to the edge, I slid a finger deep inside her. She moaned again, sounding very close to letting go. I added another finger and thrust into her while continuing to suck her clit.
With a final rush, the shudders of Naomi's orgasm hit her. She whispered my name, trying desperately to contain any noise. I moved with her as her hips bucked, not stopping my movements as she rode that wave of euphoria. I pushed on, wanting her to feel every last little after-tremor. She let herself go completely, letting her orgasm totally consume her. It was a beautiful sight to witness.
As Naomi's trembling eased, I moved back up her body and wrapped my arms around her. She gazed at me through bleary eyes. The smile she gave me was a one of utter contentment, and it made my heart sing.
"You're amazing" she whispered, before pressing a kiss to my lips. She gave a satisfied sigh as she laid her head against her pillow. Her eyes were full of emotion. She looked to be fighting the urge to say something, but she stayed silent.
We lay like that for a few moments more. I thought Naomi was drifting off to sleep, but she was simply catching her breath.
"I think it's your turn now" she said as she rolled us over until I was on my back. She kissed me deeply, as her hands caressed my breasts. It was my turn to moan. I didn't think I had ever felt this turned on in my life before. I felt sure that I would spontaneously combust if Naomi had the same slow build up in mind for me.
"Naoms I want you so much" I whispered when she moved her lips down towards my tits. She heard the longing in my voice and smiled softly up at me. She stroked her hand between my legs, and I felt my pussy clench with the need for more.
"Fuck me, you're wet!" Said Naomi with a cheeky grin.
"Fuck me!" I grinned back, aware of the neediness in my voice. Immediately Naomi pushed two fingers firmly inside me, causing me to gasp. I held tightly onto her shoulders as she thrust into me, our rhythm syncing straight away. She kissed me again, her tongue moving into my mouth as her fingers slid into my pussy. As I moved closer to the edge, I broke the kiss, unable to keep that contact. Naomi gazed down at me as she pushed me on towards blissful release. In no time at all, I was shuddering and gasping through my own orgasm. Naomi held me close as my body trembled, watching me in awe as I bit my lip. I wasn't just trying to keep quiet, I was also fighting the urge to put my true feelings into words. 'I love you', I thought again and again. 'I fucking love you so much'.
"I love you." The words that were tearing round and round my head were suddenly spoken into the room, but not by me. Naomi said it so softly, that I almost didn't hear her. "Emily, I love you." I stared at her, hardly believing that she had really just said that. She looked like she hardly believed it herself, as she stroked a strand of hair from my sweaty forehead. Then she gave me the most perfect smile that I had ever seen.
"I love you too" I whispered, my heart swelling to twice its normal size. I hardly dared speak it too loudly, in case that somehow shattered the moment. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly to me. She gripped me back with equal force, as though trying to stop herself from falling. She buried her face in my neck, and I could feel that she had tears in her eyes. "Sssh" I soothed. "It's okay. It's okay." I didn't really know what I was saying, I just wanted her to know that I was there to catch her.
Well, I hope you liked that! Let me know what you think. Myrtle
