Running Late
Disclaimer: I really should disclaim that I do not in any way, shape or form own Skins, Emily Fitch or Naomi Campbell. I just like to take them out and play with them sometimes.
Emily Fitch awoke to the sensation of being eye-fucked. She could feel it, almost like a palpable caress, the awareness of ice blue eyes tracing the length of her body. The sweeping contour of her back and hip. The curvature of her arse. She was about to roll over and really give her lover something to stare at when she heard a quiet sigh. Barely felt a gentle tug as long fingers stroked her red hair splayed out on the pillow behind her, tangled in it briefly before releasing their grip. Caught a whisper, almost soundless. 'What you do to me...'
Emily lay still for a long moment. Kept her breathing slow and steady. Waited, to see if the normally reticent blonde would reveal anything further. Instead she heard another sigh, felt the bed dip as Naomi rolled away towards the edge. No no no, that's not on. Feigning sleep still the redhead grumbled quietly, shifted a little. She sensed the other body freeze, radiating sudden tension. Deciding to go for broke Emily shifted again, rolled over onto her back. Flopped the arm closest to the blonde up and over her head. Almost lost it then, trying to pose herself artistically - provocatively - but somehow still seem asleep. She coughed a little, to hide the tiny huff of amusement, excuse the twitch of her lips. Concentrated intently on her breathing - in, out, in, out, in, out - until she she was confident of her control.
'Christ.' The expletive was rasped, hoarse. Broken. Emily felt the bed dip again, but this time felt the accompanying warmth as a long body moved towards her. Closing the distance, but not touching. There was silence for a minute. Maybe more. Emily fancied she could hear the wheels furiously spinning in Naomi's head, the impression fuelled by the taut rigidity of the blonde's body. The redhead heard one more sigh, a capitulation. 'Fuck it.' Then a warm hand was upon her, stroking a long line from her neck all the way to her thighs, and it was all she could do not to moan, not to react.
Wet already, heady with the power of her own irresistibility, she almost held her breath when she felt gentle fingers tangle in her pubic hair. Knew she'd be given away by the copious wetness that was gathering between her thighs. But the hand moved away, mapping the planes of her abdomen, a finger dipping into her navel. Continued it's exploration over her stomach, between the valley of her breasts. Emily felt her nipples harden, anticipation finally wresting her control, speeding her breathing. And all pretence was lost when she felt a hot mouth close over her breast, Naomi's tongue working her nipple, playing with it in a way guaranteed to drive the redhead mad with desire. 'Oh fuck...' Small hands buried themselves in blonde tresses, her hands closing into fists when she felt teeth clamp down, felt Naomi chewing gently. She cried out, wordless in her pleasure. Ended with a note of disappointment when the mouth removed itself. Brown eyes finally opened, looked up into accusatory blue.
'You've been awake the whole time you little shit.'
She wrestled the smug look away, lips curling into a coy smirk. 'And..?' So what if I was? What are you going to do about it? You fucking love it. It was all there in the tone, the look in her eyes. Knew Naomi got the message when blue eyes widened, then narrowed, and the blonde head shook.
'I should leave you like this.'
'Don't.' Emphatic. 'Please.' Emily wasn't above strategic begging. 'Please...'
Naomi's frown remained implacable for a long moment, to the point where Emily began to consider taking drastic action. But finally the blue eyes softened, mouth relaxed into a wry grin. The blonde looked like she was about to offer one of her trademark sarcastic comments but Emily didn't give her the chance. Leaned up and captured her mouth. No hesitation, no bashful foreplay, just a solid connection of their lips and tongues that had them both breathless and desperate within seconds. Small hands grasped the taller girl's shoulders, pulled forcefully until they sprawled backwards onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Emily freed one leg, immediately wrapped it around Naomi's hip. Used the leverage to grind herself against a very accommodating thigh.
A disapproving growl emerged from deep in her throat when the blonde removed her thigh, and she was about to protest when long fingers slid through her folds, played with her clit. Teased her skilfully. The growl returned, but the timbre had modified into satisfaction. Emily broke their kiss suddenly, found the pulse point on Naomi's neck. Bit down.
'Jesus Ems!' The redhead smiled briefly as Naomi tilted her head slightly, allowed her better access. 'What's gotten into you?'
'Not you yet.'
Naomi froze for a moment. Snorted, and shifted so she could look into brown eyes. 'I meant...'
'I know what you meant. I've been turned on since I woke up with your eyes all over me. I want you to fuck me.' She grinned when blue eyes widened, felt the fingers at her centre twitch, move almost involuntarily. Then a coolly calculating expression crossed the blonde's face.
'No. You've been playing me all morning. It's my turn now.'
Emily swallowed hard, recognising the look. Responding to both the words, and the tone. Oh yeah. It's going to be long and slow and... 'Okay.'
'Okay?'
'Oh yes.'
Naomi smiled then, a predatory gleam thawing icy blue. Making her eyes positively Mediterranean. Emily wanted nothing more than to dive in, immerse herself in Naomi and never look back. She bit her lower lip. Anticipation building the longer the blonde did nothing more than look at her. Finally, finally Naomi moved. Reached out and grasped Emily's wrists, and the redhead nearly sighed in relief. Her hands were stretched above her head, guided under the headboard. 'Hold on.' She nodded, made a show of gripping the timber. 'Good.' Blues eyes raked up and down the small frame below her. Emily could not suppress a shiver, could feel goosebumps break out along her length. Knew Naomi could see it.
Emily watched as Naomi's tongue darted out. Wet her lips. She was so focused on that tongue, on the blonde's mouth, that she almost missed the shrug that followed. 'You know, I was going to draw this out and make you wait and wait and wait. But really, stretched out like that... you look good enough to eat. So why should I deny myself?'
Brown eyes snapped shut as a warm mouth pressed against her own, a tongue demanded entrance. Exploring. Possessing. Owning. The kiss became her whole world, the reason for her existence. Constellations were birthed, sustained life and exploded in giant supernovas while the kiss went on and on. Yet it was over too soon. The blonde released her, licked a warm, wet trail over her jaw, along the column of Emily's neck. Played briefly in the hollow at the base of her throat before continuing up the swell of her breast. Again there was no teasing. Naomi captured the erect nipple in her mouth, sucked forcefully. 'Ah fuck... yesss...' It was so hard, so very hard, to restrain herself. All she wanted to do was grab the blonde head, mash her face into her chest, make it harder. 'God, harder.' Emily cried out wordless thanks when Naomi complied. Bit down on the nipple in her mouth, brought her hand up to cover the neglected breast. Squeezed and tugged and rolled and it felt... 'So fucking good.'
She could feel a steady pulse, a tightening low, oh so low in her belly. Emily pumped her hips, desperate for contact. Failing to gain purchase on anything except empty air, she opted instead to squeeze her legs together. But her inner thighs were slick, and there was no relief to be had that way either. A whimper escaped her lips, high pitched and yearning. She was desperate, to the point of pain, about to beg and plead and offer her soul for the promise of relief when the blonde suddenly shifted. Spread Emily's legs. There was a moment - an eternity - of agonised anticipation. Then blessed deliverance.
If there was one thing that Naomi was truly good at, it was the use of her tongue. And she employed it now, to such good effect that there were quite likely to be fingermarks imprinted into the headboard. Emily held on for dear life, walking a delicate line between wanting the exquisite sensations to last forever, and wanting to come right fucking now. Naomi seemed to want to linger, her tongue darting everywhere, staying nowhere more than a fleeting instant. The redhead nearly hit the roof each time the tongue plunged itself inside her, or played briefly with her clit. It would have been enough, but she wanted to oblige her blue eyed goddess. She needed a distraction.
Brown eyes flicked open, searching for something to concentrate on. Alighted on the lean length of Naomi's thigh and flank, unexpectedly close to Emily's head. Bingo. What better distraction could there possibly be? She released her grip on the headboard, grabbed the leg nearest her. Simultaneously lifted, and pulled. There was an outraged squawk from the taller girl as she was overbalanced, hands clutching for purchase on sweat slick skin. Emily used the momentum, had Naomi positioned with one knee on either side of her head before the blonde regained her equilibrium.
'What the fuck, Ems? I thought I said...' The words faded into a moan as Emily settled herself, wrapped strong arms around her thighs and pulled down to her waiting mouth. Deliberately mimicking Naomi's own ministrations she flicked her tongue, teasing and stimulating, and soon the blonde was rocking her hips. 'Forget what I said. Jesus.' Breathless.
In the end it was just as long and slow and delicious as Emily could have possibly hoped. They took their sweet time, teasing, daring. Taunting and worshipping. Naomi surprised them both by coming first, biting down hard on the redhead's inner thigh as she shuddered through her release. She shifted as soon as she recovered, flipping around and taking Emily's mouth in a furious kiss as she pushed two long fingers inside her. Emily screamed into her mouth and the blonde gave no quarter, thrusting with both her tongue and her fingers until the smaller girl arched off the bed. Was finally granted absolution. The waves of her orgasm so strong that it rocked the both of them.
As they drifted together in post-coital bliss, Naomi's fingers still buried deep inside the redhead, Emily felt the rumble of a quiet chuckle. She blearily blinked open brown eyes, shot a mildly curious look at the blonde. 'You're really going to have to start wearing pyjamas. Otherwise we're always going to be terminally fucking late...'
Emily Fitch awoke to the sensation of being eye-fucked. She could feel it, almost like a palpable caress, the awareness of ice blue eyes tracing the length of her body. The sweeping contour of her back and hip. The curvature of her arse. She was about to roll over and really give her lover something to stare at when she heard a quiet sigh. Barely felt a gentle tug as long fingers stroked her red hair splayed out on the pillow behind her, tangled in it briefly before releasing their grip. Caught a whisper, almost soundless. 'What you do to me...'
Emily lay still for a long moment. Kept her breathing slow and steady. Waited, to see if the normally reticent blonde would reveal anything further. Instead she heard another sigh, felt the bed dip as Naomi rolled away towards the edge. No no no, that's not on. Feigning sleep still the redhead grumbled quietly, shifted a little. She sensed the other body freeze, radiating sudden tension. Deciding to go for broke Emily shifted again, rolled over onto her back. Flopped the arm closest to the blonde up and over her head. Almost lost it then, trying to pose herself artistically - provocatively - but somehow still seem asleep. She coughed a little, to hide the tiny huff of amusement, excuse the twitch of her lips. Concentrated intently on her breathing - in, out, in, out, in, out - until she she was confident of her control.
'Christ.' The expletive was rasped, hoarse. Broken. Emily felt the bed dip again, but this time felt the accompanying warmth as a long body moved towards her. Closing the distance, but not touching. There was silence for a minute. Maybe more. Emily fancied she could hear the wheels furiously spinning in Naomi's head, the impression fuelled by the taut rigidity of the blonde's body. The redhead heard one more sigh, a capitulation. 'Fuck it.' Then a warm hand was upon her, stroking a long line from her neck all the way to her thighs, and it was all she could do not to moan, not to react.
Wet already, heady with the power of her own irresistibility, she almost held her breath when she felt gentle fingers tangle in her pubic hair. Knew she'd be given away by the copious wetness that was gathering between her thighs. But the hand moved away, mapping the planes of her abdomen, a finger dipping into her navel. Continued it's exploration over her stomach, between the valley of her breasts. Emily felt her nipples harden, anticipation finally wresting her control, speeding her breathing. And all pretence was lost when she felt a hot mouth close over her breast, Naomi's tongue working her nipple, playing with it in a way guaranteed to drive the redhead mad with desire. 'Oh fuck...' Small hands buried themselves in blonde tresses, her hands closing into fists when she felt teeth clamp down, felt Naomi chewing gently. She cried out, wordless in her pleasure. Ended with a note of disappointment when the mouth removed itself. Brown eyes finally opened, looked up into accusatory blue.
'You've been awake the whole time you little shit.'
She wrestled the smug look away, lips curling into a coy smirk. 'And..?' So what if I was? What are you going to do about it? You fucking love it. It was all there in the tone, the look in her eyes. Knew Naomi got the message when blue eyes widened, then narrowed, and the blonde head shook.
'I should leave you like this.'
'Don't.' Emphatic. 'Please.' Emily wasn't above strategic begging. 'Please...'
Naomi's frown remained implacable for a long moment, to the point where Emily began to consider taking drastic action. But finally the blue eyes softened, mouth relaxed into a wry grin. The blonde looked like she was about to offer one of her trademark sarcastic comments but Emily didn't give her the chance. Leaned up and captured her mouth. No hesitation, no bashful foreplay, just a solid connection of their lips and tongues that had them both breathless and desperate within seconds. Small hands grasped the taller girl's shoulders, pulled forcefully until they sprawled backwards onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Emily freed one leg, immediately wrapped it around Naomi's hip. Used the leverage to grind herself against a very accommodating thigh.
A disapproving growl emerged from deep in her throat when the blonde removed her thigh, and she was about to protest when long fingers slid through her folds, played with her clit. Teased her skilfully. The growl returned, but the timbre had modified into satisfaction. Emily broke their kiss suddenly, found the pulse point on Naomi's neck. Bit down.
'Jesus Ems!' The redhead smiled briefly as Naomi tilted her head slightly, allowed her better access. 'What's gotten into you?'
'Not you yet.'
Naomi froze for a moment. Snorted, and shifted so she could look into brown eyes. 'I meant...'
'I know what you meant. I've been turned on since I woke up with your eyes all over me. I want you to fuck me.' She grinned when blue eyes widened, felt the fingers at her centre twitch, move almost involuntarily. Then a coolly calculating expression crossed the blonde's face.
'No. You've been playing me all morning. It's my turn now.'
Emily swallowed hard, recognising the look. Responding to both the words, and the tone. Oh yeah. It's going to be long and slow and... 'Okay.'
'Okay?'
'Oh yes.'
Naomi smiled then, a predatory gleam thawing icy blue. Making her eyes positively Mediterranean. Emily wanted nothing more than to dive in, immerse herself in Naomi and never look back. She bit her lower lip. Anticipation building the longer the blonde did nothing more than look at her. Finally, finally Naomi moved. Reached out and grasped Emily's wrists, and the redhead nearly sighed in relief. Her hands were stretched above her head, guided under the headboard. 'Hold on.' She nodded, made a show of gripping the timber. 'Good.' Blues eyes raked up and down the small frame below her. Emily could not suppress a shiver, could feel goosebumps break out along her length. Knew Naomi could see it.
Emily watched as Naomi's tongue darted out. Wet her lips. She was so focused on that tongue, on the blonde's mouth, that she almost missed the shrug that followed. 'You know, I was going to draw this out and make you wait and wait and wait. But really, stretched out like that... you look good enough to eat. So why should I deny myself?'
Brown eyes snapped shut as a warm mouth pressed against her own, a tongue demanded entrance. Exploring. Possessing. Owning. The kiss became her whole world, the reason for her existence. Constellations were birthed, sustained life and exploded in giant supernovas while the kiss went on and on. Yet it was over too soon. The blonde released her, licked a warm, wet trail over her jaw, along the column of Emily's neck. Played briefly in the hollow at the base of her throat before continuing up the swell of her breast. Again there was no teasing. Naomi captured the erect nipple in her mouth, sucked forcefully. 'Ah fuck... yesss...' It was so hard, so very hard, to restrain herself. All she wanted to do was grab the blonde head, mash her face into her chest, make it harder. 'God, harder.' Emily cried out wordless thanks when Naomi complied. Bit down on the nipple in her mouth, brought her hand up to cover the neglected breast. Squeezed and tugged and rolled and it felt... 'So fucking good.'
She could feel a steady pulse, a tightening low, oh so low in her belly. Emily pumped her hips, desperate for contact. Failing to gain purchase on anything except empty air, she opted instead to squeeze her legs together. But her inner thighs were slick, and there was no relief to be had that way either. A whimper escaped her lips, high pitched and yearning. She was desperate, to the point of pain, about to beg and plead and offer her soul for the promise of relief when the blonde suddenly shifted. Spread Emily's legs. There was a moment - an eternity - of agonised anticipation. Then blessed deliverance.
If there was one thing that Naomi was truly good at, it was the use of her tongue. And she employed it now, to such good effect that there were quite likely to be fingermarks imprinted into the headboard. Emily held on for dear life, walking a delicate line between wanting the exquisite sensations to last forever, and wanting to come right fucking now. Naomi seemed to want to linger, her tongue darting everywhere, staying nowhere more than a fleeting instant. The redhead nearly hit the roof each time the tongue plunged itself inside her, or played briefly with her clit. It would have been enough, but she wanted to oblige her blue eyed goddess. She needed a distraction.
Brown eyes flicked open, searching for something to concentrate on. Alighted on the lean length of Naomi's thigh and flank, unexpectedly close to Emily's head. Bingo. What better distraction could there possibly be? She released her grip on the headboard, grabbed the leg nearest her. Simultaneously lifted, and pulled. There was an outraged squawk from the taller girl as she was overbalanced, hands clutching for purchase on sweat slick skin. Emily used the momentum, had Naomi positioned with one knee on either side of her head before the blonde regained her equilibrium.
'What the fuck, Ems? I thought I said...' The words faded into a moan as Emily settled herself, wrapped strong arms around her thighs and pulled down to her waiting mouth. Deliberately mimicking Naomi's own ministrations she flicked her tongue, teasing and stimulating, and soon the blonde was rocking her hips. 'Forget what I said. Jesus.' Breathless.
In the end it was just as long and slow and delicious as Emily could have possibly hoped. They took their sweet time, teasing, daring. Taunting and worshipping. Naomi surprised them both by coming first, biting down hard on the redhead's inner thigh as she shuddered through her release. She shifted as soon as she recovered, flipping around and taking Emily's mouth in a furious kiss as she pushed two long fingers inside her. Emily screamed into her mouth and the blonde gave no quarter, thrusting with both her tongue and her fingers until the smaller girl arched off the bed. Was finally granted absolution. The waves of her orgasm so strong that it rocked the both of them.
As they drifted together in post-coital bliss, Naomi's fingers still buried deep inside the redhead, Emily felt the rumble of a quiet chuckle. She blearily blinked open brown eyes, shot a mildly curious look at the blonde. 'You're really going to have to start wearing pyjamas. Otherwise we're always going to be terminally fucking late...'