Infatuation (PLL Emison AU)

Clarity

Chapter 11:

Clarity

Emily went to Alison's house every night for the next week. She became quite the frequent visitor at the DiLaurentis shack of love...or shackles of sex. It varied.

She was having the most wild tantric sex she'd ever had in her life.

It had been Alison's idea to introduce some fancy toys to their sexcapades. Emily was down for whatever she wanted to do.

That's how she ended up handcuffed to Alison's bed while the blonde plunged into her with a giant purple strap-on.

Emily had learned a few things since they'd started sleeping together.

The first was Alison's demand for control. Alison didn't like when Emily was on top of her. She had only let her do it once.

Normally Emily would have fought harder to have some control, but she understood Alison's need for it. The brunette was sympathetic to the fact that the trauma in Alison's past made her uncomfortable with power imbalances. Emily knew Alison needed to lead, and she was happy to let her.

She knew that by letting go of the control Alison would come to trust her enough to slowly give that power to her on her own.

The second thing Emily learned after they started sleeping together was that Alison liked to play rough.

The doctor hadn't been expecting Emily to be ready to play just as rough. Emily gave as hard as she got.

"Fuck." Emily's slick sweaty body quivered as Alison roughly thrust into her, burying the vibrating strap-on deep inside of her. "I'm close." She grunted and then gasped. "Ali...now, please." She yanked against the handcuffs.

Alison slammed into her again as she languidly reached for the cuffs, continuing to thrust as she unlocked them so Emily could touch her.

As soon as Emily's hands were free the detective dug her fingers into the blonde's ass, pulling her closer, burying her deeper.

The hot pads of Emily's fingertips sent ripples of pleasure through the blonde. She increased her speed and the depth of the thrusts so she could feel the pressure of the toy vibrating against her.

Emily could see the tell-tale signs of Alison's pleasure in subtle ways. Alison's arms shook as she dug her fingers into the sheets. Her back arched, curving, forcing her breasts and pelvis forward.

Emily paid very close attention to Alison when they were in bed together. She had memorized every feature on her face, every movement of her body. When Alison's eyes fluttered and her jaw fell open she knew the blonde was about to come.

The grunts of her thrusts slowly started to turn into whimpers of pleasure.

Alison's eyes were on hers, something that had become a necessity for both of them. It was powerful...letting each other in. It was what distinguished sex from making love.

Emily grabbed Alison's face and pulled her down, their bruised lips crashing together. Their tongues touched, gently stroking and circling.

Emily's stomach tightened as heat overtook her. Alison stilled her motions, pushing in as far as she could go. She froze, holding herself very still. She watched the pleasure wash across her girlfriend's face.

Emily gasped into their kiss as her walls clasped around the toy.

Alison's arms shook the mattress as she struggled to hold herself up as they shuddered against each other. A shaky breath came out of the blonde's mouth.