Marianne’s eyes had lost focus already, it was all hunger and need swimming in the brown of them now.
Emily made her way down, leading with her mouth. She kissed a moist path to Marianne’s belly button, letting her tongue explore there. Oh, how good it felt to taste her, to smell her, to touch her. As far as Emily was concerned, this was a dream. A beautiful real one she didn’t have to wake up from. She opened the button of Marianne’s jeans and pulled them down, no longer able to wait. Three weeks was long enough. After what Marianne had made her feel in Thailand, it was all she’d been thinking about. Marianne was already busy heeling her shoes off, because those pants had to come off completely. Emily needed to see her there. She wouldn’t be satisfied with just copping a feel with her finger. She wanted it all now.
It took a minute before they’d gotten all of Marianne’s clothes off and she lay naked and spread out in front of Emily. At last, she thought, and started by planting a line of kisses on Marianne’s inner thigh.
The smell of her was intoxicating, like nothing Emily had ever smelled before she’d met her.
MARIANNE
Marianne would never forget why she had denied herself an emotional connection with another person for so long, but, as she lay there at Emily’s mercy, waiting for the first contact of her tongue with her aching, throbbing clit, she was relieved to have allowed Emily into her life. She could hardly escape the raw, physical aspect of what was going on between them, but it was so much more than that. And she’d said the words now. She wouldn’t have said them if she didn’t mean them. Emily’s lips inched closer to her pussy. Marianne’s skin seemed to catch fire in every spot where Emily’s mouth left a moist mark. She had to resist the urge to pull her close, to pull her on top and touch her wherever she could, but she had to give Emily this moment, and she gladly did. Marianne knew what it was like to look down upon a lover the way Emily did now. How it felt when someone opened up for you completely, offered herself to you. She put herself, and her pleasure, at Emily’s mercy, and she felt privileged to do so.
Emily’s tongue grazed her outer lips softly. God, she had such a gentle touch. She didn’t rush—and she definitely liked to tease. Whereas Marianne, every time she touched Emily, was overcome with such urgency, such a fear of everything slipping away in an instant again, that hurrying things along in a frenzy of blinding want was her only option.
It was yet another reason why Emily was good for her.
Emily’s tongue slithered along her clit now, so light Marianne could barely feel it, but she felt every little thing Emily did as if it was magnified by a force of a million.
“Oh,” she moaned, another something she had to get used to again. The sound of her own pleasure. Not easy when you’ve been mute for years.
Emily flicked again, still teasing, still leaving enough time between licks for Marianne to recover. When Emily sucked her bloodshot bud between her lips without warning though, a tremor moved like an earthquake through her muscles, shattering every resolve, every little piece of resistance Marianne had so carefully built up.
She did it again and Marianne recognised that falling feeling. The sensation of not having a choice but to go with was happening to your body and knowing that, no matter what, you were in safe hands. She hadn’t seen the addition of fingers coming. Emily pried at her entrance for an instant, immediately slipping in. She dug deep and sucked hard on Marianne’s clit while her tongue flicked and flicked. Marianne fell. She fell through space and darkness, through years of punishment and emotional abstinence.
“Oh baby,” she cried, when she came to again, her muscles going limp while Emily thrust one more time with her finger.
Emily slipped her finger out gently and crawled up to her. “We’re going to have to work on your stamina because I think you just set a new record.”
“It’s not me,” she said, while exhaling deeply. “It’s you.”
“How original.” Emily let her body crash down on Marianne’s, who wrapped her arms around her.
“Excuse me, but I’m not exactly firing on all cylinders at the moment.”
“Excuses, excuses...” Emily sank her teeth softly into Marianne’s neck. “I’m so happy you’re here.”
“I’m delighted I came.”
“Funny.” Emily pushed herself up again and they looked at each other. Emily had an expression of pure bliss on her face, her hair lit up by the light of a street lamp outside, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction.
“You must be hungry.” Marianne had only eaten a muffin when she got off the plane, her stomach too jittery for a big lunch. She was also starting to feel the jet lag.
“No.” Emily smiled. “I just ate.”
After ordering pizza and devouring it quickly, as if eating was a waste of time, Emily took Marianne by the hand and led her to the bedroom. The sight of a real bed, as opposed to an airplane seat, made Marianne’s tired muscles tingle with delight.
“If I lie down now, I won’t wake up until the morning.” She stood behind Emily and hugged her, her hands clasped together over her belly, inhaling the scent of her hair.
“Are you feeling your age?” Emily rubbed her behind against Marianne’s hips. “Your loss, old-timer.”
“I truly don’t remember you having such a mouth on you at my place.”
Emily let her head fall back onto Marianne’s shoulder. “I’m on home turf now. I have the advantage.”
“What else do you have?” Too tired to stay standing, Marianne moved to the edge of the bed, sat down and looked around the room. “Anything interesting hidden in one of those drawers?”
“Maybe…” Emily headed to the other side of the bed and pointed at the bedside table. She sat down and painted a dejected pout on her face. “But I’ll show you tomorrow because you’re too tired now.”
Marianne smiled. “Show me now, please.” She rolled onto the bed, wearing just her t-shirt and a pair of shorts Emily had lent her.
“Are you sure? I mean, I wouldn’t want you to miss your sleep... Once you see what I have in there, you may want to stay awake for a while.”
Marianne crawled on top of her and then over her, extending her arm to reach the drawer Emily was referring to. “Yes,” she mumbled, “I’m sure.” She was also intrigued. Emily hadn’t been expecting her, so she wondered what it could possibly be.
“Open it,” Emily said. Marianne lay with her head facing away from Emily, but she picked up on the sudden tremble in her voice. She turned around to look at her and found Emily sporting a healthy blush.
EMILY
Emily’s cheeks flushed, which was to be expected, but she hadn’t had time to prepare for this moment—though she’d spent many hours awake at night thinking about it. She had no idea this opportunity would have presented itself so quickly, but could only be excited that it had—and that she’d had the nerve to go late night shopping last week.
“Go on,” she egged Marianne on. “Open the drawer.”
Marianne bit her bottom lip, curiosity glinting in her eyes, before turning around and reaching for the handle of the drawer.
When she opened it, something started tingling in Emily’s belly—the same excitement as when she’d purchased the item, and then later, at home, had tried it on for the first time. Idly, because there was no one to use it on.
Emily couldn’t see Marianne’s face as she caught sight of it, but she saw her body convulse with giggles.
Marianne flipped back over holding a rather sizeable blue dildo and a strap-on harness. Her eyebrows were arched up—in surprise, amazement, disgust? Emily had no idea.
“Emily Kane…” Marianne’s voice dripped with lust, all gooey and low. “Well, I never…”
Emily knew that if she wanted to be the one to use the contraption, she couldn’t just sit there looking smitten and subdued. She had to take charge. “I want to fuck you with it.” She put her hand on Marianne’s—the one holding the toy. “Sooner rather than later.”
Marianne o
bviously couldn’t wipe the puzzled look of amazement off her face. “How presumptuous.” She chewed on her lip again.
“You can sleep on it, if you want.” Emily tried to inject a casualness into her voice she was not feeling at all.
“That can’t be very comfortable.” Marianne drew her lips into that crooked grin. She deposited the dildo and harness on the pillow next to her, and dragged Emily on top of her. “And I don’t need to sleep on anything.” She kissed Emily’s doubts away—not doubts about what she wanted, but about how this would all go down. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered in Emily’s ear, her breath hot and moist. “Tonight.”
Emily’s mind blanked and her body turned to liquid. She realised she’d have to keep it together a bit more if she was to live her fantasy—however much by surprise it had taken her.
Emily disappeared into the bathroom with the toys. She took a shower and slowly towelled off, not rushing, but trying to enjoy the moment. She didn’t want to waste too much time either, for fear jet lag would win and Marianne would nod off.
But she needn’t have feared. Apparently, the prospect of what was about to happen was enough for Marianne to kick her fatigue to the curb. She looked rather invigorated when Emily stepped back into the room, blue dildo standing proud between her legs.
When she’d tried it on out of curiosity, alone in her room, the first time, she’d already revelled in the immediate sense of power it seemed to instill her with. Now that Marianne was in the room with her, ready to receive, it made her blood sizzle in her veins. This was her first time, but Emily knew exactly what to do, as if the knowledge just came with possessing the toy—with strapping it on.
She approached the bed, where Marianne lay watching her, a curious but enthralled expression on her face—lips slightly parted, eyes slitted together.
“I hope this thing comes with lube,” Marianne joked.
“Of course,” Emily was quick to say.
She’d been too bashful to ask for a lot of information in the shop, but she’d been prepared enough to buy lube in the process. She knew that much.
“You look so… incredibly hot right now. You should see the look in your eyes, babe.”
Emily didn’t need to see it. She felt it. That surge to take command—to take Marianne. If only it could make her stay.
“Come here.” Marianne offered her hand to Emily, who took it and used it for leverage to climb onto the bed.
“Not too tired then?” Emily teased.
“Clearly, you have resourceful ways of keeping me awake.”
Emily tried to do the calculation in her head, but time differences always made her brain freeze. She knew it was late for Marianne’s body though, or early, depending on how you looked upon it.
“After this, you can sleep in my arms. I’ll be by your side all night.” Emily went a little weak at the knees at the thought of waking up next to Marianne in the morning.
Marianne curled her fingers around Emily’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss. It was oddly exciting to lie on top of her with the dildo taking space between them.
It didn’t take long for their kisses to transform into a frenzy of hungrily sucking lips and grazing teeth. Emily pulled Marianne’s Velvet Underground t-shirt over her head again and quickly disposed of the flower-patterned pink shorts she’d lent her. And then Marianne lay naked in front of her, not for the first time today, but this time couldn’t be more different.
Emily began by kissing every inch of Marianne’s skin. She covered her in soft peck after soft peck, first her neck, then her collarbones and her breasts. She loved taking her time and seeing how Marianne reacted—mostly by squirming beneath her, her body twitching and her moans encouraging. The woman really did need to work on her patience.
Before assuming her position between Marianne’s legs, she grabbed the bottle of lube from the night stand and took it with her.
She’d sat in between Marianne’s legs before—and it was always a deeply erotic and emotional experience—but this time there was an added bonus in the shape of a dildo.
MARIANNE
When Marianne had disembarked from the plane that morning, she’d never have thought she’d be in this position later that night. She remembered the excitement of using toys, but, and Emily had no way of knowing this because they’d hardly had time to discuss it, she’d only been on the receiving end a few times.
Ingrid loved receiving, demanded it really, and Marianne happily obliged. She knew exactly—well, she could have a good guess at it anyway—how Emily felt right now, and this was an experience she’d never want to rob her of.
She liked this side of Emily, the playful, surprising, knowing-exactly-what-she-wanted side. And she gladly spread her legs for her.
Emily’s hands trembled a bit when she squirted some lube into her palms, but Marianne suppressed the urge to help her. This was her show. It was important to leave her in command.
Emily’s hands reached Marianne’s soaked pussy—hardly in need of lube at all, but it’s always better to be safe than sorry—and her long fingers spread the liquid over her lips, mixing it with her natural juices.
Marianne watched how Emily applied the lube to the dildo with suggestive strokes of her hand. Bubbles of desire burst in her blood. She hadn’t seen anything more exciting in the last decade of her life, maybe never.
There sat this innocent-looking young woman with curly blonde hair and shimmering blue eyes who’d come into her guesthouse one day and changed everything, rubbing her hands over a glistening silicone cock. A shiver ran up Marianne’s spine. She didn’t have to wonder if this was what happiness felt like. She knew.
Emily ran her lubed-up hands over the inside of Marianne’s thighs, tickling and teasing.
Marianne tried to keep the words from rolling off her tongue, but as had become a habit when she was with Emily, she couldn’t stop herself. “Fuck me, baby,” she said, and the words roused even more lust in her blood. “Fuck me.”
Emily looked at her from under hooded eye-lids, as if to say, “You’re not in charge now. I choose what happens and if I choose to wait, you wait.” She let the tip of her finger slip inside Marianne, then another.
In any other circumstance, it would have been enough for Marianne, but she knew what was yet to come, and her body started shaking at the mere thought of it.
Emily casually slid two fingers in and out of Marianne’s lubed-up pussy, all the while keeping her eyes—with that look—on Marianne. Maybe she was still trying to make a point, but Marianne was getting past anything that required logical thought.
When she let her fingers slip out, leaving Marianne empty and craving so much more, the intensity in her gaze changed. She crept closer on her knees, until Marianne could feel the tip of the dildo touch her lips.
“Oh god,” she moaned, already.
Emily circled her fingers around the shaft and guided the tip along Marianne’s slit, up and down, briefly teasing her clit before trailing to her entrance. She didn’t enter just yet though—that would not have been taunting enough. She repeated the process, this time circling the tip around Marianne’s clit twice before heading back down. But then, she acquiesced. Slowly, the head slipped in, opening Marianne up in ways completely forgotten to her. Deeper it went, and then a bit more, and then so deep Marianne seemed to be filled to the brim, no room for anything else, every nerve in her body focused on that spot, on the object inside of her, and the gentle thrusting motion it started to make.
Emily lowered herself gently onto Marianne, her body weight resting on her arms planted next to Marianne’s head. She locked her gaze on Marianne, a look in her eyes Marianne had not yet encountered before, and fucked her. Fucked her slowly at first, letting Marianne get used to so much otherness inside of her—although, despite it being a toy, it couldn’t have felt more like an extension of Emily’s body. She slowly amped up the rhythm, leaving Marianne gasping for air.
She’d surrendered to Emily before, but not like
this. While Emily thrust inside of her, opening her up in what was physically her most intimate spot, Marianne’s heart started to truly recover—to open up as well. She could see it then, the two of them together.
“Oh,” she moaned, and her head shook a little from left to right of its own accord, with disbelief and surprise and complete capitulation.
The tears came before the contractions in her muscles. They streaked Marianne’s heated cheeks as her body shook with the force with which she met Emily’s strokes.
She wanted to tear her gaze away from Emily’s, but she couldn’t. The look in Emily’s slitted eyes was as much a part of her climax as all the rest that was taking place in that moment. Emily’s jaw had dropped, leaving her mouth slightly open. Beads of sweat pearled on her forehead, her body not used to these kinds of movements perhaps. Her breath came with a heavy and slow gust every time she spread Marianne a little wider, letting herself in a little bit more.
“Oh baby,” Marianne shrieked, having lost control of her voice. “Oh jesus.”
It started at her core, a simmering fire that, in a matter of seconds, transformed into an obliterating blast, reaching the tips of her toes and fingers, making them curl with satisfaction, with every delicious thrust of Emily’s pelvis against her own.
Orgasms could differ so much, Marianne knew—able to adequately give herself one in the space of two minutes with a few well-aimed flicks of her fingers—and this one would change everything. Again.
EMILY
Emily had never seen such a mixture of desire and despair in someone’s eyes, but she hadn’t hesitated when Marianne had started to cry. She hadn’t stopped because she knew she had to get her through this—and doing what she was doing now, a foreign object strapped to her thighs, seemed to alter the emotions on Marianne’s face by the second.
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