Fic: Don't Rush - Emily/Naomi
Title: Don't Rush
Pairing: Emily/Naomi
Rating: NC-17 for foul mouths and STRAP ON SEX.
Word Count: 4000
Disclaimer: None of the Skins characters belong to me.
Summary: Sequel to 'She Knows' - this is pure filth and it's ALL YOUR FAULT! You know who you are <3 THIS IS JUST PORN, so, you know - be warned. <3
There is just no fucking way to do this subtly, Naomi’s gathering as she follows Emily around the shop, side-stepping long leather whips and inflatable dolls. She’s trying to keep her face neutral but can’t hide the scowl that creeps over it as she eyes a rather garish selection of crotchless knickers.
What’s the point in them, she wonders, when one of the best parts was feeling how wet Emily gets through her own knickers? It’s those little hints of what’s to come that turns Naomi on the most.
She must be smiling, or at least looking thoughtful, when Emily turns back to her with one of those grins that tells Naomi that she’s just bursting on the inside, because she reaches back and grips the tips of Naomi’s fingers, dangling their hands together so their arms form a kind of bridge between them.
And, okay. Nothing here really looks sexy. Like, there are fucking massive dildos everywhere and Naomi’s not sure she’s even seen one in real life before and she’s really not sure that one would even fit inside Emily.
She tries to forget whenever her brain prods her into remembering that, actually, Emily isn’t entirely inexperienced in the ways of cock. It feels to her like JJ took something away from Emily, and from her too. Perhaps, Naomi thinks as she stops to look at something long and thick and sparkly, this way she might be able to take it back, for both of them.
“You like that one?” Emily says to her side, coming closer and lacing their fingers properly together.
Naomi realises then that she’s not really sure what she’s looking for because liking it hadn’t really occurred to her as something that was a factor in buying something like this.
They all look fucking ridiculous but, for fuck’s sake, Emily’s holding it in her fist, examining it from top to bottom and Naomi feels a twinge in her knickers that must mean that this is doing something for her.
“What do you think?” She asks, watching as Emily sets it down and it’s like they’re shopping for fucking crockery or some shit then, not for something that Naomi will soon be fucking Emily with. She doesn’t know how she can be expected to make a decision about these things with the image of doing that in her head, hopes that Emily can make the decision for them.
“Not sure,” she says and turns to Naomi, her mouth twisted into a half-smile, eyes darting around as she thinks. “To be honest, they all look fucking weird.”
Naomi raises her eyebrows and lowers her head a little closer to Emily’s.
“I think you’re right. Do you,” and she’s not sure she wants to say it but perhaps there should be the option. “Do you want to leave it? I mean, I get it if you don’t…”
Emily’s smile fades and Naomi knows it wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
“Why… do you? I mean, this was your idea, hon.”
“Ssh, course I don’t. I mean, I still want to, if you do,” she leaned down for a brief kiss that she felt down to her toes and when she pulled back Emily was smiling again. “So then, shall we just pick something for… beginners?”
And Emily’s back to business, picking up dildos that range from tiny (Naomi just held up two of her fingers against it and Emily had looked shocked and put it back like it had offended her) and fucking massive (the look of fear on both their faces was enough for them to leave that section fairly quickly).
There was a wide choice, really. Too much, perhaps, and after half an hour Naomi’s getting tired of looking at giant cocks and wants nothing more than to take Emily home for a cup of tea and a cuddle.
It’s then that she sees it and, while it’s still fairly unattractive, there’s something about it that just looks right.
Emily is off in a corner having been distracted by something small (and apparently with batteries, Naomi notes with a smile after it whirs into action and Emily jumps a mile) and obviously hadn’t seen it on her first go around.
It’s purple, but a dark purple, which Naomi thinks means royal but can’t quite remember. And it looks a good size, somewhere in the middle of the range, and it says it’s for beginners.
Perfect, she thinks as she imagines Emily on her bed, biting her lip as Naomi comes towards her, nudging Emily’s legs apart with her knees as she gets closer.
It’s suddenly very hot in there and Naomi knows it’s the one.
“Ems,” she calls, but Emily’s still faffing with something ridiculous and Naomi rolls her eyes. “Emily!” It’s a little too shrill and a middle-aged man holding some butt plugs tuts at her.
She’s about to tell him to get fucked when Emily slides an arm around her waist and she forgets all about everybody else.
“Sorry, I was just…” Emily starts but then trails off as Naomi points upwards. “Oh, fuck. Wow. I think - yeah?”
Emily’s started to dance her fingertips between the hem of Naomi’s skirt and her top and she has to inhale deeply to stay focussed because, yes, this is the one.
“Yeah,” Naomi says. “Come on then.”
It’s off the shelf and paid for before they can think about it any further, and it feels to Naomi like stolen cargo, it feeling heavy in her bag as she climbs onto the back of the moped.
The vibration of the fucking bike reminds Naomi how much she wants this and, for once, she wishes that Emily would just push the damn thing a little harder to get them home quicker.
Her knickers were already ruined. It was a good thing that they wouldn’t be on for much longer.
****
The fact that Gina is home when they get in does not impress Naomi in the slightest.
She was meant to be out at some kind of Greenpeace meeting, and it would have been perfect because once they get going it takes them fucking ages to stop.
“Hello girls, I’ve just made some tea, come to the kitchen?” she asks with a smile as Naomi’s almost pushing Emily through the front door.
Their giggling stops abruptly and Naomi knows that Emily’s blushing.
“Oh, hi Gina.”
“What the fuck are you doing here, Mum? You’re supposed to be out,” Naomi snaps, trying to ignore the little patterns Emily’s making on her back with her fingers.
“Got cancelled. You know what these people are like - they’re all about saving the world until they’ve got a slight cough and then they’re quarantining themselves on suspicion of swine flu and swearing at Jeremy Kyle all day,” Gina says with a smile.
Naomi rolls her eyes and her mum must catch it because her expression changes.
“Oh… oh, fuck - sorry darling! Right. Well. I need to get some shopping anyway,” she says, grabbing her coat from the rack. “How long do you think you’ll need? It’s just that I’ve heard these things can take a while between girls and - “
“Mum!” Naomi shouts, verging on panicky.
“A couple of hours would probably do, Gina. If that’s all right,” Emily says with a smile to Naomi’s side and she’s not sure if she wants to kiss her or slap her. Or both of them.
Gina winks. “Gotcha. I’ll get some stuff for tea. I imagine you’ll be starving after.”
“Oh my God…” Naomi pinches the top of her nose even as Emily’s nodding at her mum.
“Thanks Gina, that’d be lovely. See you in a bit.”
Naomi can’t move until her mum is out of the door and a good few steps away from the house.
“Fucking hell,” she says, shaking her head. She’s a bit wound up now and not even sure that she wants to go ahead with their plan.
But then Emily’s there in front of her, dragging Naomi’s hand away from her face and placing a soft kiss on her palm. And then another, and then one a little further up her wrist.
Naomi bites her lip as she catches Emily’s eye, and she’s smiling into every kiss. It feels conspiratorial then, what they’re doing and about to do, like they’ve made this plan together and are the only ones who can successfully carry it to fruition.
Emily lowers Naomi’s hand and takes hold of it properly, pushing herself closer to Naomi until she’s on tiptoes and near to her lips.
“So then,” Emily says before a kiss. “Shall we get on with it? We haven’t got long…”
It’s Naomi’s turn to nod then, and does so with Emily kissing her, wondering why the fuck they’re not naked already.
****
They’ve been kissing for ages and things are getting good, like really fucking good all over, so that Naomi’s all but forgotten about the strap-on.
She’s got her leg between Emily’s, pushing her thigh into her as Emily grinds down on it. Naomi can feel how wet she is through her knickers and she thinks back to how ridiculous those panties would have been.
There’s something about Emily’s hands in her hair that makes Naomi feel like they’re a bit wild together, like she’s two seconds away from ripping some out and it makes her want Emily to tug it a bit harder.
She hadn’t ever thought that there could be this almost feral thing between them sometimes, hadn’t realised that that could be a thing that she would like but when they were fucking Naomi loved how Emily made it possible for her to just let go.
Of course, there were still times when it was still torturously slow and ultimately very loving and those times Naomi often felt overwhelmed with everything that it was when Emily made her come the hardest.
Naomi wonders which one it’s going to be today and thinks that perhaps it should be both. But then today isn’t really about her coming (although it most definitely would feature in the plan somewhere) and she thinks that perhaps she should get things moving along.
Emily’s started to whimper into Naomi’s mouth, grinding a little more roughly and rotating her hips, so when Naomi pulls away a little Emily can’t figure out why for a second and tries to pull Naomi back down into the kiss.
There’s a lip bite then from Naomi and Emily must remember what they’re really here for and shivers as Naomi runs her hand down Emily’s stomach and towards the top of her knickers.
“Cold?” Naomi asks, kissing just to the side of Emily’s mouth.
“No, just… maybe a bit nervous,” Emily whispers.
Naomi presses their lips back together as she slips a finger inside Emily’s knickers and over her clit.
There’s another shudder then, but it’s not from cold or nerves. It’s one that Naomi recognises though, and it makes her want to do this all the more.
“Don’t be,” she says against Emily’s lips, moving her fingers up and down Emily’s cunt before dipping inside. “I’ll look after you.”
She’s fucking nervous too but, really, if they both are then this will never work and, like Emily said earlier, this was her idea, after all.
“Okay,” Emily says, raising her hips to guide Naomi’s fingers further in. “Let’s do it.”
****
Naomi’s fucking relieved that they had the forethought to sort the bloody thing out before they got started because it was a right fiddly affair and had made it seem a bit silly.
Now, though, as she stands at the end of the bed wearing it, and Emily’s looking at her with a mixture of trepidation and pure want, there’s fuck all silly about it.
She keeps her eyes fixed on Emily as she kneels on the end of the bed and watches as Emily’s eyes flit all over her body and, well, Naomi can understand because it’s probably what she’d be doing too. Perhaps what she would be doing later.
“Do you want to… put some of that lube on it?” She asks Emily, hoping that her voice isn’t betraying her, because she really should know what she’s doing now, even though she hasn’t really got a fucking clue.
When Emily shakes her head it’s a bit confusing at first, but the look on her face when she pushes herself up and starts crawling towards Naomi, tells Naomi what’s on her mind. She can only watch mutely as Emily licks her lips and approaches the fake cock as though it’s actually something that belongs to Naomi now.
She holds onto Naomi’s arse as she licks the tip of the cock and Naomi’s shocked at how incredibly wet she just got because she can’t even feel it but there’s a look on Emily’s face that’s telling her that she’s going to enjoy this as much as Emily will.
Emily takes more of it into her mouth then, and Naomi feels like a proper fucking boy because she’s got her hands on Emily’s head as she’s sucking on it with quite a bit of enthusiasm, and Naomi’s watching it disappear into Emily’s mouth.
It’s then that she knows that she actually can’t wait to fuck Emily with it, like really.
She’s trying to stop from thrusting it into Emily’s mouth because, really, the sensation won’t do anything for her and she doubts that Emily will appreciate it in the slightest, so when Emily pulls her mouth away from it with a slight pop Naomi’s quite relieved.
“Jesus,” Naomi breathes out as Emily wipes her mouth, grinning and raising herself up on her heels to kiss Naomi and, God, it feels like ages since she last did it because they’re kissing each other like they’ve just been told they can never do it again.
They don’t break the kiss as Naomi pushes Emily slowly down onto her back, mindful of the thing between her legs, and her fingers find Emily’s cunt again, which, if possible, is even wetter than it was before.
“Fuck,” Emily sighs as Naomi’s fingers push inside her, once, twice and are then removed completely.
“You ready?” she asks and Emily’s got her eyes squeezed shut so Naomi nudges Emily’s nose with her own until she opens them. “Em?”
Emily nods and shakes her head at the same time, which Naomi knows means that it’s okay but she’s still a bit scared.
There’s only one way to overcome fear, Naomi knows, and settles herself properly between Emily’s legs, taking the cock in her hand and guiding it to Emily’s entrance.
Emily seems to stiffen so Naomi kisses her neck until her hands are running over Naomi’s back and they both know that it’s okay.
“Say stop at any time. I don’t mind if - “
“Naomi,” Emily says, her eyes open and staring. “Do it.”
And slowly Naomi pushes it into Emily, and it’s almost agonisingly slowly for her because there’s something about this thing that’s on her that desperately makes her want to move her hips faster. But she knows Emily’s not used to that, knows that it needs to be slow for now.
It takes a while, with Emily looking like she’s forgotten how to breath, but once Naomi’s finally all the way in Emily releases a deep moan and Naomi pushes in a little harder.
“Oh my God, Naomi…”
“Yeah?” Naomi asks, holding herself still for a moment.
“Fuck yes, I can’t… Can you… can you start moving now please?” Emily says so throatily that Naomi can only comply.
“Fuck yes,” she says and bows her head close to Emily’s ear and, Jesus, Emily’s so fucking wet that as Naomi starts to push in and out of her it’s with incredible ease and soon Emily’s got her legs wrapped around Naomi’s arse and is pushing her in as they move together.
Naomi wishes she could see them, then - wonders how they must look as pale limbs tangle together and a sheet of sweat breaks out across the parts of their bodies that are pushed so close together.
She thinks of Emily’s head thrown back as she digs her nails into Naomi’s back and of the way her arse must look moving up and down as the cock presses into Emily.
There’s a good momentum that she’s got going on now and almost doesn’t want to change position but she imagines that Emily won’t be able to come without one of them touching her clit so Naomi shifts the top half of her body up so she’s got some space in between them.
She wasn’t prepared, then, for the actual sight of it going in and out of Emily, or hearing properly the gentle wet sound that’s coming from where Emily’s cunt is wrapped around the cock, and for a second Naomi’s stunned into how much she’s enjoying it, how much they’re both enjoying it.
“You okay?” Emily croaks, and Naomi swoons a little because, shouldn’t she be asking Emily that?
“You’re fucking beautiful,” is all she says and it seems to reassure Emily because her head’s thrown back on the pillow and gripping the duvet with both hands, knuckles turning white at the force of it.
Naomi’s still moving slowly but thinks she can get a better angle and, well, this should be as good as it could be for Emily if Naomi’s got the strength to do it so, sitting back a little further, she takes hold of Emily’s legs and pulls them up around her waist, holding onto her hips.
Emily’s shocked gasp turns into a deep moan and Naomi knows she’s got her in the right place.
She chances an increase in speed and starts to fuck Emily a little faster, and a little harder.
“Oh fuck, that’s so good,” Emily manages and Naomi knows that it is, can almost feel it herself. “Can I touch myself?”
Naomi would have laughed at any other time but now, watching Emily clearly so close but unable to get there without a little help, she just tells her, “Yes please” and Emily’s quickly got her fingers on her clit and is sliding them around as Naomi continues to pound into her.
She’s pretty fucking close, Naomi can tell by her face and the way she’s licking her lips every two seconds, so she uses the last bit of energy she has and fucks Emily’s just that little bit harder.
Emily comes with the cock inside her crying out a much louder than usual, and Naomi is just spent but delicately slows to make sure that Emily’s brought down from her orgasm properly.
She watches the rise and fall of Emily’s chest begin to slow and pulls out slowly, to a gasp from Emily.
“Okay, babe?” Naomi asks, a little worried. It fades though when Emily manages to blink her eyes open and swallow hard. She looks stunned, and Naomi doesn’t blame her, is a little bit herself.
“Fuck that was just… wow,” is all Emily can manage and Naomi smiles as she undoes the straps of the harness and chucks the whole thing on the floor.
Snuggling back in beside Emily feels so right; it does every time.
“That okay, then?” she asks into Emily’s neck.
“’Okay’?” Emily asks with raised eyebrows. “You were just here, right?”
“I fucking hope so,” Naomi replies with a wink. “Otherwise my girlfriend just had a really good seeing to by someone other than me and I’m not sure I’m all right with that.”
Emily laughs and leans in for a kiss. “Seeing to, ey? So you’re enjoying pretending to be the boy then?”
Naomi shoves at her shoulder. “Fuck off, I’m just like… that looked really good from where I was. It better have been worth the ache I’m gonna have tomorrow.”
“You think you’re gonna be aching? What about me? I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked so hard, Jesus.”
She’s a bit smug then, knowing that. She knows that it’s a little bit because it means that she was better than him and that means the whole thing was worth it.
More so, really, for the look of complete contentment that Emily’s wearing, and Naomi feels herself fall in love with her all over again.
“Fine, I’d best not do it again then,” she says, aiming for nonchalant.
She gasps though when she feels Emily’s fingers suddenly touching her and knows that her wetness has given her away.
“Somehow,” Emily says, rolling on top of her. “I don’t think you mean that.”
****
Naomi always hates to admit when her mother’s right but about two and half hours later they were fucking famished.
They had managed to shower but Naomi could still smell Emily all over her, and was thoroughly fucking relieved when her mum was in the middle of cooking something with enough garlic to ensure they both smelled of it for days.
Gina turns to smile at them when the come to the kitchen holding hands, and she flicks the kettle on as they sit at the table.
“I was starting to think you weren’t coming down.”
Emily smiles a cheeky half smile at Naomi and squeezes her knee under the table.
“I remember having that much energy when I was younger. Did I ever tell you about the night Naomi was conceived?”
“Mum, I’m fucking begging you to stop talking,” Naomi wants to bolt but Emily’s hand keeps her in place. She can just about tolerate when her mum’s saying things like when it’s just them but not when Emily’s around as well.
“Another time, perhaps,” Gina says as the kettle clicks, and Naomi catches the wink she throws at Emily.
“Bastards,” Naomi mutters and Emily looks fake shocked before kissing her.
When they break apart her mum’s standing there staring at them like they’re about to get married and Naomi rolls her eyes.
“God, you two really are lovely, you know,” she says setting their cups down in front of them. “I thought I might have been a lesbian once. But then I knew I’d just miss all the cock so it just wasn’t meant to be.”
Naomi bites back a laugh as her mum turns away and it’s priceless when she looks back at Emily whose mouth is hanging open and she’s just starting at Gina’s back.
Fucking serves her right, Naomi thinks with a smile as she picks up her mug to blow on the hot tea.
“I don’t think Ems and I are going to have that problem, right hon?” Naomi winks at Emily and watches on as she flushes pink.
“No, no I don’t think so,” Emily recovers, staring into her own tea.
Naomi doesn’t think so either - doesn’t think that she’ll ever need the real thing when she’s got something so much better tucked into a box under her bed, just waiting for the next time.
The next time, when she knows that it’ll be her turn…
“Mum,” she says, feeling a shiver of excitement run through her. “How long until tea’s ready?”
“Oh,” Gina says, not turning around. “About forty-five minutes, I think.”
“Good,” Naomi says, shoving her chair back and grabbing a stunned Emily to pull along with her.
She doesn’t imagine it will take that long at all, not by the state she’s already in just thinking about it.
It’s only fair, she thinks as she slams Emily back against her bedroom door with a kiss so powerful that they almost fall back through it, Emily fumbling with the handle behind her to let them both in.
Naomi doesn’t need to tell Emily what she wants as she spins them around, just motions to the box and starts undoing her jeans, walking backwards to the bed as Emily smiles.
Emily pushes away from the door and shuts it behind them, checking her watch and nodding.
Everything could wait, just for a little bit longer, Naomi thinks. It’s her turn now and she’s ready to let Emily lead the way in taking it.
Refresher
Pairing: Emily/Naomi
Rating: NC-17 for foul mouths and STRAP ON SEX.
Word Count: 4000
Disclaimer: None of the Skins characters belong to me.
Summary: Sequel to 'She Knows' - this is pure filth and it's ALL YOUR FAULT! You know who you are <3 THIS IS JUST PORN, so, you know - be warned. <3
There is just no fucking way to do this subtly, Naomi’s gathering as she follows Emily around the shop, side-stepping long leather whips and inflatable dolls. She’s trying to keep her face neutral but can’t hide the scowl that creeps over it as she eyes a rather garish selection of crotchless knickers.
What’s the point in them, she wonders, when one of the best parts was feeling how wet Emily gets through her own knickers? It’s those little hints of what’s to come that turns Naomi on the most.
She must be smiling, or at least looking thoughtful, when Emily turns back to her with one of those grins that tells Naomi that she’s just bursting on the inside, because she reaches back and grips the tips of Naomi’s fingers, dangling their hands together so their arms form a kind of bridge between them.
And, okay. Nothing here really looks sexy. Like, there are fucking massive dildos everywhere and Naomi’s not sure she’s even seen one in real life before and she’s really not sure that one would even fit inside Emily.
She tries to forget whenever her brain prods her into remembering that, actually, Emily isn’t entirely inexperienced in the ways of cock. It feels to her like JJ took something away from Emily, and from her too. Perhaps, Naomi thinks as she stops to look at something long and thick and sparkly, this way she might be able to take it back, for both of them.
“You like that one?” Emily says to her side, coming closer and lacing their fingers properly together.
Naomi realises then that she’s not really sure what she’s looking for because liking it hadn’t really occurred to her as something that was a factor in buying something like this.
They all look fucking ridiculous but, for fuck’s sake, Emily’s holding it in her fist, examining it from top to bottom and Naomi feels a twinge in her knickers that must mean that this is doing something for her.
“What do you think?” She asks, watching as Emily sets it down and it’s like they’re shopping for fucking crockery or some shit then, not for something that Naomi will soon be fucking Emily with. She doesn’t know how she can be expected to make a decision about these things with the image of doing that in her head, hopes that Emily can make the decision for them.
“Not sure,” she says and turns to Naomi, her mouth twisted into a half-smile, eyes darting around as she thinks. “To be honest, they all look fucking weird.”
Naomi raises her eyebrows and lowers her head a little closer to Emily’s.
“I think you’re right. Do you,” and she’s not sure she wants to say it but perhaps there should be the option. “Do you want to leave it? I mean, I get it if you don’t…”
Emily’s smile fades and Naomi knows it wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
“Why… do you? I mean, this was your idea, hon.”
“Ssh, course I don’t. I mean, I still want to, if you do,” she leaned down for a brief kiss that she felt down to her toes and when she pulled back Emily was smiling again. “So then, shall we just pick something for… beginners?”
And Emily’s back to business, picking up dildos that range from tiny (Naomi just held up two of her fingers against it and Emily had looked shocked and put it back like it had offended her) and fucking massive (the look of fear on both their faces was enough for them to leave that section fairly quickly).
There was a wide choice, really. Too much, perhaps, and after half an hour Naomi’s getting tired of looking at giant cocks and wants nothing more than to take Emily home for a cup of tea and a cuddle.
It’s then that she sees it and, while it’s still fairly unattractive, there’s something about it that just looks right.
Emily is off in a corner having been distracted by something small (and apparently with batteries, Naomi notes with a smile after it whirs into action and Emily jumps a mile) and obviously hadn’t seen it on her first go around.
It’s purple, but a dark purple, which Naomi thinks means royal but can’t quite remember. And it looks a good size, somewhere in the middle of the range, and it says it’s for beginners.
Perfect, she thinks as she imagines Emily on her bed, biting her lip as Naomi comes towards her, nudging Emily’s legs apart with her knees as she gets closer.
It’s suddenly very hot in there and Naomi knows it’s the one.
“Ems,” she calls, but Emily’s still faffing with something ridiculous and Naomi rolls her eyes. “Emily!” It’s a little too shrill and a middle-aged man holding some butt plugs tuts at her.
She’s about to tell him to get fucked when Emily slides an arm around her waist and she forgets all about everybody else.
“Sorry, I was just…” Emily starts but then trails off as Naomi points upwards. “Oh, fuck. Wow. I think - yeah?”
Emily’s started to dance her fingertips between the hem of Naomi’s skirt and her top and she has to inhale deeply to stay focussed because, yes, this is the one.
“Yeah,” Naomi says. “Come on then.”
It’s off the shelf and paid for before they can think about it any further, and it feels to Naomi like stolen cargo, it feeling heavy in her bag as she climbs onto the back of the moped.
The vibration of the fucking bike reminds Naomi how much she wants this and, for once, she wishes that Emily would just push the damn thing a little harder to get them home quicker.
Her knickers were already ruined. It was a good thing that they wouldn’t be on for much longer.
****
The fact that Gina is home when they get in does not impress Naomi in the slightest.
She was meant to be out at some kind of Greenpeace meeting, and it would have been perfect because once they get going it takes them fucking ages to stop.
“Hello girls, I’ve just made some tea, come to the kitchen?” she asks with a smile as Naomi’s almost pushing Emily through the front door.
Their giggling stops abruptly and Naomi knows that Emily’s blushing.
“Oh, hi Gina.”
“What the fuck are you doing here, Mum? You’re supposed to be out,” Naomi snaps, trying to ignore the little patterns Emily’s making on her back with her fingers.
“Got cancelled. You know what these people are like - they’re all about saving the world until they’ve got a slight cough and then they’re quarantining themselves on suspicion of swine flu and swearing at Jeremy Kyle all day,” Gina says with a smile.
Naomi rolls her eyes and her mum must catch it because her expression changes.
“Oh… oh, fuck - sorry darling! Right. Well. I need to get some shopping anyway,” she says, grabbing her coat from the rack. “How long do you think you’ll need? It’s just that I’ve heard these things can take a while between girls and - “
“Mum!” Naomi shouts, verging on panicky.
“A couple of hours would probably do, Gina. If that’s all right,” Emily says with a smile to Naomi’s side and she’s not sure if she wants to kiss her or slap her. Or both of them.
Gina winks. “Gotcha. I’ll get some stuff for tea. I imagine you’ll be starving after.”
“Oh my God…” Naomi pinches the top of her nose even as Emily’s nodding at her mum.
“Thanks Gina, that’d be lovely. See you in a bit.”
Naomi can’t move until her mum is out of the door and a good few steps away from the house.
“Fucking hell,” she says, shaking her head. She’s a bit wound up now and not even sure that she wants to go ahead with their plan.
But then Emily’s there in front of her, dragging Naomi’s hand away from her face and placing a soft kiss on her palm. And then another, and then one a little further up her wrist.
Naomi bites her lip as she catches Emily’s eye, and she’s smiling into every kiss. It feels conspiratorial then, what they’re doing and about to do, like they’ve made this plan together and are the only ones who can successfully carry it to fruition.
Emily lowers Naomi’s hand and takes hold of it properly, pushing herself closer to Naomi until she’s on tiptoes and near to her lips.
“So then,” Emily says before a kiss. “Shall we get on with it? We haven’t got long…”
It’s Naomi’s turn to nod then, and does so with Emily kissing her, wondering why the fuck they’re not naked already.
****
They’ve been kissing for ages and things are getting good, like really fucking good all over, so that Naomi’s all but forgotten about the strap-on.
She’s got her leg between Emily’s, pushing her thigh into her as Emily grinds down on it. Naomi can feel how wet she is through her knickers and she thinks back to how ridiculous those panties would have been.
There’s something about Emily’s hands in her hair that makes Naomi feel like they’re a bit wild together, like she’s two seconds away from ripping some out and it makes her want Emily to tug it a bit harder.
She hadn’t ever thought that there could be this almost feral thing between them sometimes, hadn’t realised that that could be a thing that she would like but when they were fucking Naomi loved how Emily made it possible for her to just let go.
Of course, there were still times when it was still torturously slow and ultimately very loving and those times Naomi often felt overwhelmed with everything that it was when Emily made her come the hardest.
Naomi wonders which one it’s going to be today and thinks that perhaps it should be both. But then today isn’t really about her coming (although it most definitely would feature in the plan somewhere) and she thinks that perhaps she should get things moving along.
Emily’s started to whimper into Naomi’s mouth, grinding a little more roughly and rotating her hips, so when Naomi pulls away a little Emily can’t figure out why for a second and tries to pull Naomi back down into the kiss.
There’s a lip bite then from Naomi and Emily must remember what they’re really here for and shivers as Naomi runs her hand down Emily’s stomach and towards the top of her knickers.
“Cold?” Naomi asks, kissing just to the side of Emily’s mouth.
“No, just… maybe a bit nervous,” Emily whispers.
Naomi presses their lips back together as she slips a finger inside Emily’s knickers and over her clit.
There’s another shudder then, but it’s not from cold or nerves. It’s one that Naomi recognises though, and it makes her want to do this all the more.
“Don’t be,” she says against Emily’s lips, moving her fingers up and down Emily’s cunt before dipping inside. “I’ll look after you.”
She’s fucking nervous too but, really, if they both are then this will never work and, like Emily said earlier, this was her idea, after all.
“Okay,” Emily says, raising her hips to guide Naomi’s fingers further in. “Let’s do it.”
****
Naomi’s fucking relieved that they had the forethought to sort the bloody thing out before they got started because it was a right fiddly affair and had made it seem a bit silly.
Now, though, as she stands at the end of the bed wearing it, and Emily’s looking at her with a mixture of trepidation and pure want, there’s fuck all silly about it.
She keeps her eyes fixed on Emily as she kneels on the end of the bed and watches as Emily’s eyes flit all over her body and, well, Naomi can understand because it’s probably what she’d be doing too. Perhaps what she would be doing later.
“Do you want to… put some of that lube on it?” She asks Emily, hoping that her voice isn’t betraying her, because she really should know what she’s doing now, even though she hasn’t really got a fucking clue.
When Emily shakes her head it’s a bit confusing at first, but the look on her face when she pushes herself up and starts crawling towards Naomi, tells Naomi what’s on her mind. She can only watch mutely as Emily licks her lips and approaches the fake cock as though it’s actually something that belongs to Naomi now.
She holds onto Naomi’s arse as she licks the tip of the cock and Naomi’s shocked at how incredibly wet she just got because she can’t even feel it but there’s a look on Emily’s face that’s telling her that she’s going to enjoy this as much as Emily will.
Emily takes more of it into her mouth then, and Naomi feels like a proper fucking boy because she’s got her hands on Emily’s head as she’s sucking on it with quite a bit of enthusiasm, and Naomi’s watching it disappear into Emily’s mouth.
It’s then that she knows that she actually can’t wait to fuck Emily with it, like really.
She’s trying to stop from thrusting it into Emily’s mouth because, really, the sensation won’t do anything for her and she doubts that Emily will appreciate it in the slightest, so when Emily pulls her mouth away from it with a slight pop Naomi’s quite relieved.
“Jesus,” Naomi breathes out as Emily wipes her mouth, grinning and raising herself up on her heels to kiss Naomi and, God, it feels like ages since she last did it because they’re kissing each other like they’ve just been told they can never do it again.
They don’t break the kiss as Naomi pushes Emily slowly down onto her back, mindful of the thing between her legs, and her fingers find Emily’s cunt again, which, if possible, is even wetter than it was before.
“Fuck,” Emily sighs as Naomi’s fingers push inside her, once, twice and are then removed completely.
“You ready?” she asks and Emily’s got her eyes squeezed shut so Naomi nudges Emily’s nose with her own until she opens them. “Em?”
Emily nods and shakes her head at the same time, which Naomi knows means that it’s okay but she’s still a bit scared.
There’s only one way to overcome fear, Naomi knows, and settles herself properly between Emily’s legs, taking the cock in her hand and guiding it to Emily’s entrance.
Emily seems to stiffen so Naomi kisses her neck until her hands are running over Naomi’s back and they both know that it’s okay.
“Say stop at any time. I don’t mind if - “
“Naomi,” Emily says, her eyes open and staring. “Do it.”
And slowly Naomi pushes it into Emily, and it’s almost agonisingly slowly for her because there’s something about this thing that’s on her that desperately makes her want to move her hips faster. But she knows Emily’s not used to that, knows that it needs to be slow for now.
It takes a while, with Emily looking like she’s forgotten how to breath, but once Naomi’s finally all the way in Emily releases a deep moan and Naomi pushes in a little harder.
“Oh my God, Naomi…”
“Yeah?” Naomi asks, holding herself still for a moment.
“Fuck yes, I can’t… Can you… can you start moving now please?” Emily says so throatily that Naomi can only comply.
“Fuck yes,” she says and bows her head close to Emily’s ear and, Jesus, Emily’s so fucking wet that as Naomi starts to push in and out of her it’s with incredible ease and soon Emily’s got her legs wrapped around Naomi’s arse and is pushing her in as they move together.
Naomi wishes she could see them, then - wonders how they must look as pale limbs tangle together and a sheet of sweat breaks out across the parts of their bodies that are pushed so close together.
She thinks of Emily’s head thrown back as she digs her nails into Naomi’s back and of the way her arse must look moving up and down as the cock presses into Emily.
There’s a good momentum that she’s got going on now and almost doesn’t want to change position but she imagines that Emily won’t be able to come without one of them touching her clit so Naomi shifts the top half of her body up so she’s got some space in between them.
She wasn’t prepared, then, for the actual sight of it going in and out of Emily, or hearing properly the gentle wet sound that’s coming from where Emily’s cunt is wrapped around the cock, and for a second Naomi’s stunned into how much she’s enjoying it, how much they’re both enjoying it.
“You okay?” Emily croaks, and Naomi swoons a little because, shouldn’t she be asking Emily that?
“You’re fucking beautiful,” is all she says and it seems to reassure Emily because her head’s thrown back on the pillow and gripping the duvet with both hands, knuckles turning white at the force of it.
Naomi’s still moving slowly but thinks she can get a better angle and, well, this should be as good as it could be for Emily if Naomi’s got the strength to do it so, sitting back a little further, she takes hold of Emily’s legs and pulls them up around her waist, holding onto her hips.
Emily’s shocked gasp turns into a deep moan and Naomi knows she’s got her in the right place.
She chances an increase in speed and starts to fuck Emily a little faster, and a little harder.
“Oh fuck, that’s so good,” Emily manages and Naomi knows that it is, can almost feel it herself. “Can I touch myself?”
Naomi would have laughed at any other time but now, watching Emily clearly so close but unable to get there without a little help, she just tells her, “Yes please” and Emily’s quickly got her fingers on her clit and is sliding them around as Naomi continues to pound into her.
She’s pretty fucking close, Naomi can tell by her face and the way she’s licking her lips every two seconds, so she uses the last bit of energy she has and fucks Emily’s just that little bit harder.
Emily comes with the cock inside her crying out a much louder than usual, and Naomi is just spent but delicately slows to make sure that Emily’s brought down from her orgasm properly.
She watches the rise and fall of Emily’s chest begin to slow and pulls out slowly, to a gasp from Emily.
“Okay, babe?” Naomi asks, a little worried. It fades though when Emily manages to blink her eyes open and swallow hard. She looks stunned, and Naomi doesn’t blame her, is a little bit herself.
“Fuck that was just… wow,” is all Emily can manage and Naomi smiles as she undoes the straps of the harness and chucks the whole thing on the floor.
Snuggling back in beside Emily feels so right; it does every time.
“That okay, then?” she asks into Emily’s neck.
“’Okay’?” Emily asks with raised eyebrows. “You were just here, right?”
“I fucking hope so,” Naomi replies with a wink. “Otherwise my girlfriend just had a really good seeing to by someone other than me and I’m not sure I’m all right with that.”
Emily laughs and leans in for a kiss. “Seeing to, ey? So you’re enjoying pretending to be the boy then?”
Naomi shoves at her shoulder. “Fuck off, I’m just like… that looked really good from where I was. It better have been worth the ache I’m gonna have tomorrow.”
“You think you’re gonna be aching? What about me? I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked so hard, Jesus.”
She’s a bit smug then, knowing that. She knows that it’s a little bit because it means that she was better than him and that means the whole thing was worth it.
More so, really, for the look of complete contentment that Emily’s wearing, and Naomi feels herself fall in love with her all over again.
“Fine, I’d best not do it again then,” she says, aiming for nonchalant.
She gasps though when she feels Emily’s fingers suddenly touching her and knows that her wetness has given her away.
“Somehow,” Emily says, rolling on top of her. “I don’t think you mean that.”
****
Naomi always hates to admit when her mother’s right but about two and half hours later they were fucking famished.
They had managed to shower but Naomi could still smell Emily all over her, and was thoroughly fucking relieved when her mum was in the middle of cooking something with enough garlic to ensure they both smelled of it for days.
Gina turns to smile at them when the come to the kitchen holding hands, and she flicks the kettle on as they sit at the table.
“I was starting to think you weren’t coming down.”
Emily smiles a cheeky half smile at Naomi and squeezes her knee under the table.
“I remember having that much energy when I was younger. Did I ever tell you about the night Naomi was conceived?”
“Mum, I’m fucking begging you to stop talking,” Naomi wants to bolt but Emily’s hand keeps her in place. She can just about tolerate when her mum’s saying things like when it’s just them but not when Emily’s around as well.
“Another time, perhaps,” Gina says as the kettle clicks, and Naomi catches the wink she throws at Emily.
“Bastards,” Naomi mutters and Emily looks fake shocked before kissing her.
When they break apart her mum’s standing there staring at them like they’re about to get married and Naomi rolls her eyes.
“God, you two really are lovely, you know,” she says setting their cups down in front of them. “I thought I might have been a lesbian once. But then I knew I’d just miss all the cock so it just wasn’t meant to be.”
Naomi bites back a laugh as her mum turns away and it’s priceless when she looks back at Emily whose mouth is hanging open and she’s just starting at Gina’s back.
Fucking serves her right, Naomi thinks with a smile as she picks up her mug to blow on the hot tea.
“I don’t think Ems and I are going to have that problem, right hon?” Naomi winks at Emily and watches on as she flushes pink.
“No, no I don’t think so,” Emily recovers, staring into her own tea.
Naomi doesn’t think so either - doesn’t think that she’ll ever need the real thing when she’s got something so much better tucked into a box under her bed, just waiting for the next time.
The next time, when she knows that it’ll be her turn…
“Mum,” she says, feeling a shiver of excitement run through her. “How long until tea’s ready?”
“Oh,” Gina says, not turning around. “About forty-five minutes, I think.”
“Good,” Naomi says, shoving her chair back and grabbing a stunned Emily to pull along with her.
She doesn’t imagine it will take that long at all, not by the state she’s already in just thinking about it.
It’s only fair, she thinks as she slams Emily back against her bedroom door with a kiss so powerful that they almost fall back through it, Emily fumbling with the handle behind her to let them both in.
Naomi doesn’t need to tell Emily what she wants as she spins them around, just motions to the box and starts undoing her jeans, walking backwards to the bed as Emily smiles.
Emily pushes away from the door and shuts it behind them, checking her watch and nodding.
Everything could wait, just for a little bit longer, Naomi thinks. It’s her turn now and she’s ready to let Emily lead the way in taking it.
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