The True Function of Scarves
Title: The True Function of Scarves
Pairing: Emily/Serena
Rating: NC17
Summary: After being apart for a week, Emily and Serena make up for lost time. Bondage, anal.
Lately all of Serena's thoughts, no matter where they started, always ended up at Emily. This is how she went from admiring the scarves that Runway was using for the next photo shoot, to imaging how great Emily would look in some of them, to thinking about all the things Emily could do to her that involved scarves.
It wasn't long before she had soaked her panties.
In this situation, Serena would usually drag her girlfriend to an art room or The Closet for a quickie. Unfortunately, Emily still hadn't arrived home from Paris. She tried to keep her mind on work, but everything ended up making her think of Emily, and as the day went on the throbbing ache between her legs made it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything.
"Miss your girlfriend?" Nigel asked, as she slumped against Emily's desk.
"Incredibly," she sighed, and she wasn't just talking about the physical longing.
Nigel patted Serena on the back, "Miranda just called about fifteen minutes ago, they've landed. Go home, get ready for whatever kinky activities you have in mind. I'll text Emily."
"I can't," Serena said. There was too much do get done still.
"You can, and you will," Nigel said, "You and I both know you need a good fuck." He grabbed her arm, and turned her towards the doors.
Emily was glad to be back in New York. Paris was fine, and she enjoyed meeting all the designers and she loved the clothes she got, but she hated being away from Serena. Roy had already dropped Miranda off, and was now taking Emily back Runway. Emily heard her phone go off. Nigel had just text her. What did he want?
Go home. I'll take care of everything here.
Go home? There was no reason for her to need to go home, unless...she started to panic, and quickly called Nigel.
"What's wrong? What happened? Is Serena okay?"
"Red, take a deep breath. Your girlfriend is fine, except for the fact that she's had this 'sex starved teenager' look in her eyes all day. I told her to go home. Fuck her good, Emily," and with that he hung up.
Emily might have laughed if her throat wasn't so dry all of a sudden. There was a horny Serena waiting for her. It was good to be home.
"Roy, take me home first."
Roy nodded, "Is Serena okay?"
"She will be after I take care of her."
By the time Serena walked into the apartment she and Emily shared, she was in tears. She had never experienced this kind of intense physical need for any of her previous lovers. The things Emily did to her, none of them had come close to doing. She practically ran into the bedroom and tore her clothes off before falling into bed. She clenched her fists and squeezed her eyes shut, and kept telling herself that Emily was going to be home soon. She couldn't wait, and when she moved her hand to her throbbing sex, she found she was shockingly wet. She teased her clit, trying to emulate what Emily did to her.
"Oh God, Emily," that was the first thing Emily heard when she walked tohrough the door, and her knees nearly buckled.
The knowledge that Serena was so overcome with desire made her head spin. The sight that greeted her when she walked into the bedroom made her mouth water and her sex clench; there was Serena, the fingers of one hand teasing her breasts, the other hand between her legs. While the fingers of one hand flicked, pinched and pulled at her nipples, she slipped two fingers just barely inside herself. Her eyes fluttered open and met Emily's. The Englishwoman smiled and joined her lover on bed. She laid a hand on Serena's thigh.
"Did you miss me?"
Serena smiled, "So much."
Emily kissed her, "I missed you too, baby," she glanced down at Serena's hand, still between her legs. "Couldn't wait for me, huh?"
"I wanted to, but...Emily?"
"Yes?"
Fuck me."
Emily captured Serena's mouth in a bruising kiss. She slid her hand over her breasts and across her abdomen, to where Serena so desperately needed her. Her own sex throbbed at how wet her lover was. She ran her fingers up and down Serena's slit, just barely missing her clit each time. Serena's hips rose as she whimpered against her girlfriend's mouth.
"You're so wet, baby," Emily sighed,, just barely brushing her clit with her thumb.
"It's all for you," she sighed and then whimpered something in Portuguese when Emily stopped stroking her clit.
Emily's fingers were glistening and she made sure to give Serena a show as she sucked and licked them; she sucked each finger slowly, moaning as she did so.
"Fuck, you're delicious," she growled, "Spread your legs."
Serena did as she was told and Emily settled in the space she had created.
She slapped her thigh, "Wider."
Serena gasped and spread her legs as far she possibly could.
Emily licked her lips, "So fucking beautiful."
Serena whimpered and her hips were rocking erratically.
"How was your day, baby?"
Serena could barely think. She was painfully aroused and every time Emily spoke, her lips brushed against Serena and the little vibrations went straight to her core.
"I...I couldn't concentrate...on anything," she managed to choke out.
"Why not?" she lapped at her lover.
"Oh God, Emily," she whimpered.
"I'm waiting for an answer," she smacked Serena's hip.
She gasped. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Emily moaned and teased Serena's clit with her tongue. "Thinking about me got you this worked up?"
Serena had cried out when Emily stopped teasing her clit. "Yes. It's all because of you," she barely managed to get out.
She didn't know how much more she could take. She was acutely aware of everything going on around her; the steady breathing of her girlfriend, the rapid beating of her own heart, the steady dripping of her arousal, which had already soaked through the sheets, and the fact that Emily had remained clothed.
"Emily. Clothes off, please. Need to see you, touch you. Please."
Despite the fact that they had been together for nearly two years, Emily was still surprised how much perfect Serena lusted after imperfect her. As Emily tossed her panties into some corner of the room, she became incredibly aware of how aroused she was. She climbed on top of her lover, gasped at the feeling of their wet sexes pressed together, and kissed her fully as she ran her hands over Serena's sides. The taller woman moaned softly and started grinding herself against her girlfriend. Emily was greatly tempted to remain in her current position, but she wasn't done with Serena yet, so she rolled off her lover and got out of bed. Serena sobbed in frustration. It honestly hurt, being this aroused, and the fact that Emily continued to tease her didn't help matters.
"Emily?" she whimpered.
Emily smiled sweetly, "Yes, baby?"
"What are you doing?"
Emily ghosted her fingers over her lover's taunt stomach, up to her breasts, teased her nipples, ran her fingers back down her body and settled between her legs, her fingers running through Serena's copious wetness.
"What started this?" she stroked Serena's clit with her thumb.
"Scarves," was all Serena could manage.
Emily shivered with pleasure and ceased her ministrations on her lover's clit, removed her hand from between her legs, and walked away.
Through the haze of arousal, Serena could see Emily looking through their closet. A moment later she returned with three white Hermes scarves. Serena shivered at her lover's predatory gaze.
"God, I wish you could see yourself,"Emily growled as she walked back to the bed.
Serena was breathing. Her long perfect body was flushed and shiny with a thin shiny with a thin sheen of sweat, her breasts rose and fell with every breath she took, her hair was in sexy disarray, and her pussy was swollen, glistening and dripping.
"Fuck me."
"I'm planning to," and she moved on top of Serena. She ordered her girlfriend to place her hands over the head board. After Serena had done what she was told, Emily tied one end of a scarf to a bedpost. She paused.
"Are you sure about this?" she wouldn't, she couldn't go through with this if Serena wasn't totally comfortable with it.
Through the glaze of lust, Emily saw the familiar look of love. "I trust you."
That was enough for Emily and she went back to her task. She worked quickly and effectively, only pausing to make sure Serena wasn't too uncomfortable. When Emily had tightened the last knot, Serena briefly wondered where Emily had picked up this particular skill. And then she felt the soft material of the third scarf over her eyes, and soon the only thing she could see was darkness. Serena didn't think it was possible, but she was even more aroused than before.
"Before I fuck you, there's something I need you to do for me."
"Whatever you need, Emily."
Serena felt the bed shift, caught the familiar scent of her lover's arousal and felt a single drop of sweet wetness on her lips. She moaned.
"Go on," Emily said, and she dove in.
Serena knew this part of Emily well, and she moved by instinct, reacting to the volume and pitch of her lover's vocalizations and the movement of her hips. She flicked and sucked her girlfriend's clit with varying degrees of speed of pressure and speed. Then her mouth was no longer on her clit, instead she was sliding her tongue through Emily's slit folds, towards her entrance. Serena fucked Emily with her tongue; her thrusts were slow and gentle at first, and then she picked up the speed and force. She immensely enjoyed the taste of her lover and the noises she was making.
Emily gripped the the head board to keep herself from falling with the force of her reaction to what Serena's mouth and tongue were doing to her.
"Fuck! God, fuck Serena!" she screamed as Serena sucked roughly on her clit.
Emily came undone, screaming her girlfriend's name as her hips thrust against Serena's face. She grasped the head board as the shudders subsided and her breathing returned to normal.
"Bloody hell. That deserves a reward."
Serena screamed in frustration when she felt Emily get off the bed. For a moment she could hear Emily going through one of the drawers, and then felt the bed shift. She felt Emily's cold, lube covered finger against her back entrance. She moaned at the sensation of Emily entering her. They had done this once before, and it was one of the most pleasurable events of Serena's life. Emily planned on outdoing herself. Serena groaned as Emily entered her with a second finger and started to scissor them. Serena whimpered when Emily extracted her fingers, and then she felt the tip of the dildo against her sphincter. Emily entered her slowly, allowing her to get used to feeling of being stretched.
"Fuck me, Emily, please fuck me," she whimpered as soon as she got used to the sensation.
Emily did just that, and as she fucked Serena's ass, she lowered her mouth to her lover's dripping pussy and sucked on her clit, before moving to her entrance and roughly fucking her with her tongue. Emily matched the the motions of her tongue with the dildo, moving in every direction, with varying degrees of speed and force. When her lover's tone reached a certain pitch and volume...Emily stopped and sat back.
Serena was a sight to behold; thrashing, moaning in Portuguese, pussy leaking with arousal, and several inches of dildo buried in her ass.
"Please Emily!"
"Please what? Tell me what you need, baby."
"I need to you fuck me. Please Emily, let me come."
Emily was close to coming herself from what she was seeing. "You're so beautiful, Serena."
"Emily," was all Serena could manage.
Emily didn't move. Serena screamed and sobbed wordlessly, thrashing wildly and tugging at her bonds, actually ripping the scarf tying her left hand to the bed post. Emily pounced on her lover, and tore the scarf away from her eyes, which were wet with tears and full of need.
"I love you," Emily whispered, and returned to her previous task.
As Emily sucked, licked and fucked her, Serena was reduced to making noises and moaning her lover's name. When Serena reached that certain pitch, Emily thrust roughly into her ass and simultaneously bit down on her clit, screaming Emily's name as she tensed, she then thrashed and shook.
As Serena was catching her breath, Emily untied the scarf binding her right arm, and slid the dildo out of her ass. Serena gasped at the sudden emptiness.
"I'm going to have to fuck you like that soon."
"How does tomorrow sound?"
Serena kissed Emily, "It's a date," and she snuggled into her lover's arms.
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Pairing: Emily/Serena
Rating: NC17
Summary: After being apart for a week, Emily and Serena make up for lost time. Bondage, anal.
Lately all of Serena's thoughts, no matter where they started, always ended up at Emily. This is how she went from admiring the scarves that Runway was using for the next photo shoot, to imaging how great Emily would look in some of them, to thinking about all the things Emily could do to her that involved scarves.
It wasn't long before she had soaked her panties.
In this situation, Serena would usually drag her girlfriend to an art room or The Closet for a quickie. Unfortunately, Emily still hadn't arrived home from Paris. She tried to keep her mind on work, but everything ended up making her think of Emily, and as the day went on the throbbing ache between her legs made it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything.
"Miss your girlfriend?" Nigel asked, as she slumped against Emily's desk.
"Incredibly," she sighed, and she wasn't just talking about the physical longing.
Nigel patted Serena on the back, "Miranda just called about fifteen minutes ago, they've landed. Go home, get ready for whatever kinky activities you have in mind. I'll text Emily."
"I can't," Serena said. There was too much do get done still.
"You can, and you will," Nigel said, "You and I both know you need a good fuck." He grabbed her arm, and turned her towards the doors.
Emily was glad to be back in New York. Paris was fine, and she enjoyed meeting all the designers and she loved the clothes she got, but she hated being away from Serena. Roy had already dropped Miranda off, and was now taking Emily back Runway. Emily heard her phone go off. Nigel had just text her. What did he want?
Go home. I'll take care of everything here.
Go home? There was no reason for her to need to go home, unless...she started to panic, and quickly called Nigel.
"What's wrong? What happened? Is Serena okay?"
"Red, take a deep breath. Your girlfriend is fine, except for the fact that she's had this 'sex starved teenager' look in her eyes all day. I told her to go home. Fuck her good, Emily," and with that he hung up.
Emily might have laughed if her throat wasn't so dry all of a sudden. There was a horny Serena waiting for her. It was good to be home.
"Roy, take me home first."
Roy nodded, "Is Serena okay?"
"She will be after I take care of her."
By the time Serena walked into the apartment she and Emily shared, she was in tears. She had never experienced this kind of intense physical need for any of her previous lovers. The things Emily did to her, none of them had come close to doing. She practically ran into the bedroom and tore her clothes off before falling into bed. She clenched her fists and squeezed her eyes shut, and kept telling herself that Emily was going to be home soon. She couldn't wait, and when she moved her hand to her throbbing sex, she found she was shockingly wet. She teased her clit, trying to emulate what Emily did to her.
"Oh God, Emily," that was the first thing Emily heard when she walked tohrough the door, and her knees nearly buckled.
The knowledge that Serena was so overcome with desire made her head spin. The sight that greeted her when she walked into the bedroom made her mouth water and her sex clench; there was Serena, the fingers of one hand teasing her breasts, the other hand between her legs. While the fingers of one hand flicked, pinched and pulled at her nipples, she slipped two fingers just barely inside herself. Her eyes fluttered open and met Emily's. The Englishwoman smiled and joined her lover on bed. She laid a hand on Serena's thigh.
"Did you miss me?"
Serena smiled, "So much."
Emily kissed her, "I missed you too, baby," she glanced down at Serena's hand, still between her legs. "Couldn't wait for me, huh?"
"I wanted to, but...Emily?"
"Yes?"
Fuck me."
Emily captured Serena's mouth in a bruising kiss. She slid her hand over her breasts and across her abdomen, to where Serena so desperately needed her. Her own sex throbbed at how wet her lover was. She ran her fingers up and down Serena's slit, just barely missing her clit each time. Serena's hips rose as she whimpered against her girlfriend's mouth.
"You're so wet, baby," Emily sighed,, just barely brushing her clit with her thumb.
"It's all for you," she sighed and then whimpered something in Portuguese when Emily stopped stroking her clit.
Emily's fingers were glistening and she made sure to give Serena a show as she sucked and licked them; she sucked each finger slowly, moaning as she did so.
"Fuck, you're delicious," she growled, "Spread your legs."
Serena did as she was told and Emily settled in the space she had created.
She slapped her thigh, "Wider."
Serena gasped and spread her legs as far she possibly could.
Emily licked her lips, "So fucking beautiful."
Serena whimpered and her hips were rocking erratically.
"How was your day, baby?"
Serena could barely think. She was painfully aroused and every time Emily spoke, her lips brushed against Serena and the little vibrations went straight to her core.
"I...I couldn't concentrate...on anything," she managed to choke out.
"Why not?" she lapped at her lover.
"Oh God, Emily," she whimpered.
"I'm waiting for an answer," she smacked Serena's hip.
She gasped. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Emily moaned and teased Serena's clit with her tongue. "Thinking about me got you this worked up?"
Serena had cried out when Emily stopped teasing her clit. "Yes. It's all because of you," she barely managed to get out.
She didn't know how much more she could take. She was acutely aware of everything going on around her; the steady breathing of her girlfriend, the rapid beating of her own heart, the steady dripping of her arousal, which had already soaked through the sheets, and the fact that Emily had remained clothed.
"Emily. Clothes off, please. Need to see you, touch you. Please."
Despite the fact that they had been together for nearly two years, Emily was still surprised how much perfect Serena lusted after imperfect her. As Emily tossed her panties into some corner of the room, she became incredibly aware of how aroused she was. She climbed on top of her lover, gasped at the feeling of their wet sexes pressed together, and kissed her fully as she ran her hands over Serena's sides. The taller woman moaned softly and started grinding herself against her girlfriend. Emily was greatly tempted to remain in her current position, but she wasn't done with Serena yet, so she rolled off her lover and got out of bed. Serena sobbed in frustration. It honestly hurt, being this aroused, and the fact that Emily continued to tease her didn't help matters.
"Emily?" she whimpered.
Emily smiled sweetly, "Yes, baby?"
"What are you doing?"
Emily ghosted her fingers over her lover's taunt stomach, up to her breasts, teased her nipples, ran her fingers back down her body and settled between her legs, her fingers running through Serena's copious wetness.
"What started this?" she stroked Serena's clit with her thumb.
"Scarves," was all Serena could manage.
Emily shivered with pleasure and ceased her ministrations on her lover's clit, removed her hand from between her legs, and walked away.
Through the haze of arousal, Serena could see Emily looking through their closet. A moment later she returned with three white Hermes scarves. Serena shivered at her lover's predatory gaze.
"God, I wish you could see yourself,"Emily growled as she walked back to the bed.
Serena was breathing. Her long perfect body was flushed and shiny with a thin shiny with a thin sheen of sweat, her breasts rose and fell with every breath she took, her hair was in sexy disarray, and her pussy was swollen, glistening and dripping.
"Fuck me."
"I'm planning to," and she moved on top of Serena. She ordered her girlfriend to place her hands over the head board. After Serena had done what she was told, Emily tied one end of a scarf to a bedpost. She paused.
"Are you sure about this?" she wouldn't, she couldn't go through with this if Serena wasn't totally comfortable with it.
Through the glaze of lust, Emily saw the familiar look of love. "I trust you."
That was enough for Emily and she went back to her task. She worked quickly and effectively, only pausing to make sure Serena wasn't too uncomfortable. When Emily had tightened the last knot, Serena briefly wondered where Emily had picked up this particular skill. And then she felt the soft material of the third scarf over her eyes, and soon the only thing she could see was darkness. Serena didn't think it was possible, but she was even more aroused than before.
"Before I fuck you, there's something I need you to do for me."
"Whatever you need, Emily."
Serena felt the bed shift, caught the familiar scent of her lover's arousal and felt a single drop of sweet wetness on her lips. She moaned.
"Go on," Emily said, and she dove in.
Serena knew this part of Emily well, and she moved by instinct, reacting to the volume and pitch of her lover's vocalizations and the movement of her hips. She flicked and sucked her girlfriend's clit with varying degrees of speed of pressure and speed. Then her mouth was no longer on her clit, instead she was sliding her tongue through Emily's slit folds, towards her entrance. Serena fucked Emily with her tongue; her thrusts were slow and gentle at first, and then she picked up the speed and force. She immensely enjoyed the taste of her lover and the noises she was making.
Emily gripped the the head board to keep herself from falling with the force of her reaction to what Serena's mouth and tongue were doing to her.
"Fuck! God, fuck Serena!" she screamed as Serena sucked roughly on her clit.
Emily came undone, screaming her girlfriend's name as her hips thrust against Serena's face. She grasped the head board as the shudders subsided and her breathing returned to normal.
"Bloody hell. That deserves a reward."
Serena screamed in frustration when she felt Emily get off the bed. For a moment she could hear Emily going through one of the drawers, and then felt the bed shift. She felt Emily's cold, lube covered finger against her back entrance. She moaned at the sensation of Emily entering her. They had done this once before, and it was one of the most pleasurable events of Serena's life. Emily planned on outdoing herself. Serena groaned as Emily entered her with a second finger and started to scissor them. Serena whimpered when Emily extracted her fingers, and then she felt the tip of the dildo against her sphincter. Emily entered her slowly, allowing her to get used to feeling of being stretched.
"Fuck me, Emily, please fuck me," she whimpered as soon as she got used to the sensation.
Emily did just that, and as she fucked Serena's ass, she lowered her mouth to her lover's dripping pussy and sucked on her clit, before moving to her entrance and roughly fucking her with her tongue. Emily matched the the motions of her tongue with the dildo, moving in every direction, with varying degrees of speed and force. When her lover's tone reached a certain pitch and volume...Emily stopped and sat back.
Serena was a sight to behold; thrashing, moaning in Portuguese, pussy leaking with arousal, and several inches of dildo buried in her ass.
"Please Emily!"
"Please what? Tell me what you need, baby."
"I need to you fuck me. Please Emily, let me come."
Emily was close to coming herself from what she was seeing. "You're so beautiful, Serena."
"Emily," was all Serena could manage.
Emily didn't move. Serena screamed and sobbed wordlessly, thrashing wildly and tugging at her bonds, actually ripping the scarf tying her left hand to the bed post. Emily pounced on her lover, and tore the scarf away from her eyes, which were wet with tears and full of need.
"I love you," Emily whispered, and returned to her previous task.
As Emily sucked, licked and fucked her, Serena was reduced to making noises and moaning her lover's name. When Serena reached that certain pitch, Emily thrust roughly into her ass and simultaneously bit down on her clit, screaming Emily's name as she tensed, she then thrashed and shook.
As Serena was catching her breath, Emily untied the scarf binding her right arm, and slid the dildo out of her ass. Serena gasped at the sudden emptiness.
"I'm going to have to fuck you like that soon."
"How does tomorrow sound?"
Serena kissed Emily, "It's a date," and she snuggled into her lover's arms.
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