Oilz (1/1)
Title: Oilz.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "is it all brogues and strap-ons?" yeah pretty much.
Author's Notes: This is my offering of thanks to everyone who commented my nameless fic :D
Oilz.
Emily Fitch chewed on her lip nervously.
"Em, what's wrong. We've done this before." Naomi smiled, annoyingly calm.
"But... Ugh." Emily threw her head back on the pillow, frustrated.
"You can tell me." Naomi kissed her girlfriend's palm softly. Emily just groaned and burried her face in her other hand, like she was hiding from the world. Naomi rolled her eyes with a grin. Emily could be so dramatic at times.
"You'll like it. Trust me." Naomi smirked, rolling on top of the redhead and placing teasing kisses on her neck and collarbone.
"Look at me, Ems." Naomi bit back a laugh and tugged gently at the wrist which covered Emily's eyes. She pouted, and looked up at the blonde.
"Do you always have to be the man?" Naomi smirked.
"No." Emily sulked and crossed her arms.
"Good, because I got us something." Naomi whispered, kissing her girlfriend's ear, knowing it would unravel Emily. She heard the smaller girl's breath hitch.
"W-what is it?" Fuck, she stuttered. Emily cursed herself inwardly for letting Naomi get the better of her. Naomi smirked into the girl's neck. She didn't answer for a moment, much more content with running her palms over her girlfriend's soft skin, breathing in her scent, brushing gentle kisses on all the spots that made Emily lose the ability to think.
Naomi made her way back up to the redhead's ear and whispered softly "Oils,"
"Oh," Emily gasped, her voice shaky. Naomi grinned, biting her lip, and closed her eyes, just revelling in the sound of that voice.
"Yeah," Naomi playfully nipped at her collarbone "So, are you going to play nicely?" Emily just nodded, lost for words.
"Y-yeah."
Naomi couldn't quite believe she was actually going to use a strap-on. A few months ago she would have laughed at the idea. A few months ago she would have hated herself for how excited she is right now.
Although, she didn't realise how nerve-wracking it is. Emily was so good at it, though. What if she wasn't good?
Emily wrapped her arms around Naomi's neck and grinned shyly.
"You alright?" She giggled at the nervous blonde mess above her.
"I feel like such a fucking virgin." She sighed through a hopeless laugh. Emily kissed her sweetly on the lips.
"We don't have to-"
"We're doing it."
"But I could always f-"
"Are we arguing even during sex now?" Naomi smirked. Emily rolled her eyes and shut up. Naomi kissed her girlfriend in triumph, before producing a small bottle.
"Is that the-"
"Oils." Naomi smirked against her girlfriend's lips. Emily swallowed noticeably as Naomi warmed some up in between her palms.
Emily hated waiting. She didn't know what to do, or how to feel, as she watched her girlfriend slowly pour oil into her hands.
Finally, Naomi's hands slid over her hipbones, over her stomach, warm oil making Emily's skin tingle more than usual under Naomi's touch. Emily let out a shaky breath between a smile.
"That's-that's nice," She bit her lip as Naomi reached her breasts, slowly massaging them. The anticipation almost killed Emily, but Naomi eventually lowered her head to Emily's bare chest and let her lips glide along a painfully erect nipple. She let her tongue escape her lips and relieve the desperately hard nipple, vaguely noting Emily gasp.
"What does it taste like?" Emily choked out between gasps.
"The oils?" Naomi murmured against her breast still.
"Yeah," Emily closed her eyes as Naomi's hand replaced her lips and the girl crawled her body. She crushed their lips together in a passionate kiss. Emily let her tongue glide across Naomi's bottom lip, tasting the oils on her. They pulled away, but stayed close enough to feel eachother's breath mingle with their own.
Emily kept her eyes shut as she said "Vanilla?"
"Correct." The blonde smiled, kissing the girl again.
Naomi's hand slid down the smaller girl's body, finding her underwear.
"You really shouldn't still be wearing these." She murmured against Emily's lips.
"Take them off me then." Emily smirked, kissing her girlfriend again. Naomi smiled her coy smile and slid down the girl's body, until she came face to face with the underwear. If she wasn't so inclined towards her girlfriend being naked 24 hours a day, she would have found them quite cute.
She ran her palms up the girl's thighs and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her pink underwear, slipping them off easily. She quickly discovered how wet she was, and couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction.
Naomi lightly ran one finger along her slit, grinning as she heard the girl squeak in surprise. She ran her teasing finger lightly over her clit, circling it with ghostly touches. Emily arched into her whimpering for more. Naomi ignored her and brought her lips back to a nipple, teasing with her teeth, whilst circling Emily's entrance lightly. She felt Emily push into her more, and Naomi smirked around her girlfriend's straining nipple.
"Naomi!" Emily choked out a strangled cry.
"Yes?" She smiled innocently.
"Stop... fucking... stop teasing!"
"What do you want?"
"You. I- fuck, oh God, I- I want you. Inside. Now."
Naomi happily obliged, and Emily realised that this was Naomi's way of her proving a point, dragging it out, and milking it for all it's worth. Naomi slowly pushed the strap-on inside Emily, and Emily threw her head back letting out a low moan.
"Told you you'd like it." Emily could hear the smirk manipulating Naomi's lips.
"Shut up," She gasped as Naomi rolled her hips gently, hitting so many of the right spots.
"How's that?" Naomi's voice was softer now, more content on how Emily was feeling.
"Oh God, so good," Emily panted as her hips met Naomi's slow thrusts. Naomi smiled as she watched her girlfriend glisten under the persuasion of the oils, their hips meeting in perfect timing.
"Fuck, more. Oh, Naomi." Emily groaned as Naomi pushed deeper inside of her, speeding up, and bringing her lips back to the tortured nipples.
"Yes! Oh, God, Naomi!" She was on the edge of screaming now with her hands burried in Naomi's hair, while she tried to keep up with all the different sensations Naomi could create.
The contrast of heavy, masculine thrusts, deep inside of her, and gentle, feminine lips leaving trails of kisses along her chest was escorting her to the edge, so quickly.
Naomi almost couldn't believe how beautiful the girl - her girl, looked there. Her red hair splayed across the pillow, her lips parted as laboured breaths escaped between them, her whole body in perfect time with Naomi's. She couldn't help it.
"You're so beautiful," the blonde girl whispered. That was enough, and it pushed Emily over the edge, as she arched her body into Naomi's, hardly able to respond as Naomi left a soft trail of kisses from her gasping lips, along her jaw and up to her ear, and she continued to whisper how beautiful she was, how much she loved her, as Emily rode out her orgasm.
Emily fell back onto the bed, panting.
"Naomi... That was..." She tried to catch her breath again "That was amazing," Naomi just smiled and closed her eyes.
"You were right," Emily mumbled as she nuzzled into Naomi's neck. Naomi's eyebrows shot up.
"Excuse me?" She smirked. Emily let out a small groan.
"I said, you were right." She sighed. Naomi smiled and put her arms around Emily's waist.
"As usual."
"Fuck off."
The two girls giggled softly, and, now content, they let sleep take over their drowsy state of conciousness.