Author: thehazardsof-love PM
"Not just with your hands..." (shameless Paily strap-on smut)Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Emily F. & Paige M. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 5,502 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 33 - Follows: 38 - Updated: 03-10-13 - Published: 03-06-13 - Status: Complete - id: 9075013
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It started innocently enough, a make out session on the couch. My parents were out to dinner, not due back for hours. Emily and I had been well on our way to full blown sex right there. I was sitting on the couch, her on my lap, straddling me. My hands roamed all over, running up and down her thighs, gripping her ass, and lightly scratching at her back.
We were still fully clothed but that didn't seem to be slowing us down. We had gotten so good at this. Sex, making out. The sexual tension and chemistry we shared allowed us to go from zero to orgasm in no time. We could take it slow and make it last, but we also had gotten good at getting and giving what we needed done quickly. Our busy lives required it. Between school, practice, family, and of course her friends and life-threatening mysteries, we didn't always have time to make love. It was necessary for us to take moments and make them count. Whenever and wherever we could.
So, there we were, all tongues and lips, moaning and gasping. We were grinding into each other hard, trying to create as much friction as we could.
Then, Emily pulled back from the kiss slightly. Her eyes were still closed as she breathed out, "Paige..."
"Em? What is it?"
She tried to compose herself, but as she opened her eyes and looked at me I could tell how turned on she was.
"I want you to fuck me."
There was something about the way she was looking at me, a seriousness in her tone, that made the words seem different somehow. We weren't smiling, kissing or moving into one another anymore. She was looking into me like she wanted me to understand something she hadn't even said.
Then she continued, "Not just with your hands. I want..."
She was struggling to say exactly what she wanted and it was making me nervous because we never had trouble conveying what we needed from each other.
"I want you to...with a," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "strap on."
My eyes popped open in shock as she looked away, bashfully.
"We don't have to," she said. "I just wanted to know what it would be like...how it would feel..."
I was speechless. She always had this ability to leave me pleasantly surprised during sex. Not just with her hands or her tongue, but with her words. Not only was she more vocal and loud than anyone could ever imagine but she also asked for what she wanted. Bluntly. It was incredibly sexy the way she knew what she wanted and had no problem asking me to give it to her.
"I will," I said. I felt myself blushing as I pictured it.
She looked up at me. "I know it's weird, but I've always kind of wondered what it would be like... how it would feel inside. How you'd look on top or me pushing..." She started blushing. "We don't have to. It was just..."
I cut her off with my lips.
As the kiss ended, I looked her in the eye, both of us serious, taking in what this would mean. A smirk spread across my face and in turn onto hers as well. There it was, an unspoken agreement. /*/*/*/
When I opened the package and held it in my hand, it felt so strange. Hard but still kind of squishy, I guess. I shook it and watched it jiggle. I ran my hands over it. I had never touched one before, not a real or fake one, so this was completely new territory for me. The harness too was the strangest thing.
I had to admit I felt a twinge of arousal looking at it, touching it. All I could picture was it sliding into Emily. I wanted to know what noises she would make and how she would move. It was the strangest thing, but I also had the urge to have it between my legs, inside of me.
That, however, was not something I was ready to admit let alone have happen.
Emily was ready though. She was ready and willing. So, I came up with a plan. My dad was in Philly and my mom was in Scranton, so as always we would have my house all to ourselves.
Before Emily got there that night, unaware of our new toy's arrival, I decided I would strap it on ahead of time, if only to avoid the awkward fumbling that would occur while my clumsy self tried to put it on. I also decided that I would have clothes on and let her undress me to find it. Emily loved leaving clothes on when we had sex; she said it made it seem dirtier, clandestine somehow. Also, a lot of the time we had to go so quickly or be subtle about it in some hidden place. I had to admit, it was incredibly hot.
So, with some struggle, I put it on and put my pjs on over it. A t-shirt I knew she loved on me, sweatpants, and my boy briefs to tuck the shaft into. Seemingly, nothing out of the ordinary.
I walked downstairs when she texted she was here and I met her as she walked through the door. God, she looked beautiful.
"Hi," I said simply, a huge grin on my face.
She dropped her stuff and shoes off by the door and came up to me to kiss me. She moaned into the kiss and then pulled away to look at me.
"Mmm... You're in a good mood."
She was smirking now too.
"I am. A very, very good mood." I stepped closer to her and grabbed her by the hips, bringing her to press into my body.
Her eyes widened when she unexpectantly felt what was between my legs.
"Oh my god," she gasped and looked at me wide eyed. "When did you..."
"I bought it online. It came the other day..."
Suddenly I started to feel like maybe I should have involved her in the choosing. What if she didn't like it or what if she didn't want to anymore? I started to panic, my smile fading. "We don't have to though! I mean, I know you said you did but if you've..."
She cut me off and gave me a kiss that left me breathless. She was smiling so wide and I saw the playfulness in her eyes.
In that moment we both knew this was happening. It dawned on us and we blushed, looked away and chuckled.
She looked at me, "Let's go upstairs."
She took my hand and led the way through the darkened house.
Instead of lying on the bed herself, she sat me down and stepped back so I could see her. I gulped as she reached and took her hair down. She was so beautiful. More than beautiful.
"You're sure?" I asked.
She just smiled and reached down to the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head. Apparently this wasn't the time for talking.
My eyes took her in. She was standing there in jeans and her lacey black bra, which fit her so perfectly. She went to undo it, but I stopped her.
"Don't," I said. She looked at me confused. "Leave it on. I want to take it off of you."
Her eyebrow arched and she looked at me almost surprised. Instead of continuing to undress she moved to me and pulled me into a kiss, a kiss that sent a jolt right to my center.
In the process she reached down and pulled my t-shirt over my head, pleasantly surprised when she found that I wasn't wearing a bra. She laid me down and connected with my chest. I moaned and entangled my hands in her hair as I let out an "Em…"
I could feel her smiling as she kissed down my stomach. She reached the top of my pants and we looked at each other.
No words were needed. We both gave silent permission to proceed. She slowly pulled my sweatpants and socks off and then she leaned down and kissed my knee, moving slowly to my inner thigh. She ran her hands up my thighs until she reached the top of my boy briefs and pulled them off of me.
There I laid on my bed, naked, this purple, sparkly dildo standing up between my legs. I almost wanted to laugh.
As my eyes moved from the contraption between my legs to Emily, I saw she was standing there looking down at me and I could tell she was into it. Just looking at it, looking at me wearing it, was turning her on. She looked at me and gulped.
I sat up and reached out my hand to her.
I tugged and pulled her to me. Her hands wrapped around my neck and my hands moved to her hips, directing her to sit on the edge of the bed with me. We were kissing frenziedly, moaning. Then, she pulled back and looked down, staring at the dildo. Her brow furrowed like she was thinking about exactly how this would work.
She reached down, wrapping her hand around it. As she started to move her hand up and down, stroking it, I swear I felt like it was a part of me and I could feel her movements. It was like she really was getting me off.
Something in me snapped and the need to take her, fuck her, became overwhelming.
I tried to keep my cool, but I knew how wet I was. I knew how flushed I must have been all over. This was new and exciting and I wanted to enjoy every second of it, so I laid her down and placed my hands at her sides, leaning down to kiss her stomach. I wanted her wet, aching for me, so I didn't touch her breasts or go the whole way down her stomach as I kissed her.
I just nipped and licked all around, slowly.
Her hands were in my hair and she was trying to keep calm too I could tell, but I knew it wouldn't be long. Emily was the one who always needed sex. She was the initiator more than most of the time. I strive for control; I breathe deep and try my hardest to fight against what she does to me. Emily, however, doesn't hold back. She's always so wet, always soaking through her clothes. It takes her no time at all to give into pleasure and she does it over and over. We could be sitting around not even touching, not even looking at each other, and she's drenched and swollen.
She finally cracked and let out in a whine, "Paige, please."
I smirked. I was so turned on, but I knew it was nothing compared to the torture she was experiencing.
I finally stopped teasing her and undid her pants. I tugged everything off of her and then we situated ourselves more in the center of the bed as I crawled on top of her, the toy rested between us. I was above her and I leaned and started kissing her neck. I kissed it all over and then moved to her clavicle, her shoulders and then finally to her cleavage. I reached under and slowly took her bra off. I threw it to the floor and instantly connected with her breast.
She groaned and arched upwards.
"Damn it, Paige…"
She was panting. She was already so out of control I could not wait to see how she was about to let go.
I finally stopped and looked up into her eyes. I swallowed hard.
"Are you ready?"
She was breathing so heavily and was struggling to keep her eyes open, but managed to breathe out, "Yeah. God, Paige. Please."
I took a deep breath and looked down between us at the dildo. I had thought about how this would work, read about it to prepare. Lube was recommended for comfort, but I knew Emily. It wouldn't be necessary.
I reached down and took the shaft in my hand and started rubbing the head against her, teasing her, getting her ready.
"Jesus Christ," she essentially screamed as I was moving the head against her at a steady pace.
Then finally, I slowly pressed the head inside. Only a little, just enough to make sure everything was okay.
Her hands that were on my back dug into me.
"Oh my god," she groaned.
I looked up at her, looking for some kind of affirmation, some indication that I wasn't hurting her or to see if she wanted me to stop, but her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back. She was done for and I couldn't help but feel proud.
Suddenly, without warning or lead in, I pushed it in completely.
The noise that escaped her was incredible. It was this mix of a guttural moan and a grunt at the volume of a scream.
It felt so strange. I couldn't really feel her out like I could with my hands; I was mostly relying on her reactions, her moans, and her breathing to indicate if she was comfortable or if I was hitting the right spot.
Nevertheless, I positioned myself more comfortably above her, on top of her, and thrust forward, slowly rocking. She wrapped her legs around me, making the shaft move back and forth inside of her more easily. I looked up at her and as we started developing a rhythm she wrapped her arms around my neck and opened her eyes the best she could to look at me. She licked her lips and I leaned in and kissed her, never stopping what I was doing below.
My hands were on either side of her, holding me up and giving myself some leverage to thrust forward harder. I did and she broke the kiss and screamed.
I thought I might have hurt her, but before I could even panic she read my mind and said, "Good scream… good scream… just ...keep… going."
I almost wanted to laugh she was so far gone, so far away from the Emily Fields everyone knew. I was sweating and most definitely feeling it too every time I thrust forward, but I was trying so hard to focus, trying to not let it slip out or move some way that she wouldn't like. I found the spot that made her the loudest, made her breath hitch, and thrust in that direction.
She was groaning and she grunted and screamed every time I thrust forward. I picked up my pace again and was thrusting harder, deeper.
I pulled back swiftly and then pushed my hips as far forward as I could, going as deep into her as I could possibly go.
Her eyes popped open and she screamed louder than I had ever heard her scream before. Her hands dropped to the comforter and she held on for dear life. Her legs that were wrapped around me gripped tighter and her whole body contorted, trying to deal with all the pleasure that had suddenly washed over it.
I was still thrusting into her, but gentler now, letting her come down. Covered in sweat and her chest heaving, she untightened and settled a bit. She moved her hands to steady my hips and I went to pull out but she stopped me.
"No, stay inside, just…" she had to catch her breath mid-sentence, "…just a minute..."
I was smirking so big then, but she couldn't even see. Her eyes were closed and she was still trying to catch her breath.
I leaned down and kissed her gently and then moved to whisper in her ear, "Are you okay?"
It was more teasingly than out of concern. Obviously she was more than okay.
She cupped my face and looked me directly in the eyes.
I was searching her eyes for some indication as to what to do next.
She looked at me and blushed as she spoke.
I can't pretend I wrote this for any other reason than for the next chapter… Get ready ;)