How About Forever? (Sequel)

She Aims To Please - 4

EMILY'S POV (BACK IN ROSEWOOD)

"Shh" Ali's teeth scrape my chin as she trails her lips to my mouth, and I gasp. She kisses me. Her skilled tongue invades my mouth, tasting, exploring, dominating, but my tongue meets her challenge, writhing against hers. She tastes of cool gin and Alison DiLaurentis, and smells of Paris. My hands and ankles are tied onto the bed frame, my stomach secured down to the bed with a strap and my eyes covered with a blindfold, and holy fuck, does everything feel so intense. She grasps my chin, holding my head in place. 

"Still, baby. I want you till" She whispers against my mouth. 

"I want to see you" I cry out.

"Oh no, Em. You'll feel more this way" and agonizingly and slowly parts my legs and rubs herself against my sex. I would normally tilt my pelvis up to meet hers but I can't move. She withdraws. 

"Ah! Fucking- Alison please!" 

"Again?" She teases, her voice hoarse.

"Alison!" 

She slowly settles herself down onto my and rubs against me again, then withdraws while kissing me, her fingers tugging at my nipple. It's like pleasure paradise. It's like pleasure overload.

"No!" I cry out

"Do you want me, Emily?" 

"Yes" I beg

"Tell me" She murmurs, her breathing harsh and she teases me once more–rubbing then stops.

"I want you" I whimper. "Please"

I hear her soft sigh against my ear. 

"And have me you will, Emily" 

She rears up and rubs against me roughly. I scream, tilting my head back, pulling on the restraints as she hits my sweet spot. Her fingers press down hard on my clit, as she grinds herself on me, hard. 

"Ali, please" 

Ali reconnects our lips in a fiery heated passion. I bite down on my lower lip. She lets out a soft moan and I take my chance to enter. I explore her mouth as she begins to pick up the pace. 

"Fuck Ali! Please, I-I ah!" I moaned out. She slides her hand in between our hot wet centers. She teases my clit once again, slightly slipping the tip of her finger in and out of my sex. It's starting to drive me crazy. I try to rub myself against her hand trying to get friction. 

She groans loudly and rubs hard against my sex over and over again, and I am lost, trying to absorb the pleasure. It's mind blowing... body blowing. I'm helpless, I'm hers, I'm hers to do with as she wills. Tears spring to my eyes. This is too intense. I can't stop her, I don't want to stop her. 

She rubs hard once more and I climax beneath her, screaming loudly as my climax rips me apart, scorching through me like a wildfire, consuming everything. 

She clutches my head with one hand as the other supports her weight on the side of my head, and she comes violently ontop of me. My insides continue to tremble with aftershocks. It's draining, it's exhausting, it's hell... it's heaven.

Alison tears off the blindfold and kisses me. She kisses my eyes, my nose, my cheeks. She kisses away the tears, clutching my face between her hands. 

"I love you, Emily DiLaurentis" Ali breathes. "Even though you can make me so mad, I feel so alive with you" 

I don't have the energy to open my eyes or my mouth to respond. Very gently she undoes the stomach strap. I mouth some wordless protest. She climbs off the bed and unties me. When I'm free, she gently rubs my wrists and ankles, then lies down beside me, pulling me into her arms. I stretch out my legs. That was without a doubt, the most intense climax I have every endured. 

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A pressing need from my bladder wakes me. When I open my eyes, I'm disoriented. It's dark outside. Alison is beside me, working on her laptop, casually dressed, her feet bare. Her hair is still wet and I can smell her body wash fresh from the shower and her Alison smells. 

"HI" She murmurs, gazing down at me, her eyes war,. 

"HI" I smile, feeling suddenly shy. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Just an hour or so" 

I stretch feeling stiff. I rise gingerly, needing the bathroom. Grabbing my robe, I hastily put it on. Why am I so shy? I feel Alison's eyes on me. When I glance at her, she returns to her laptop, her brow furrowed. 

As I absentmindedly wash my hands at the vanity unit, recalling the intense climax session, my robe falls open. I stare at myself in the mirror, shocked. 

Holy fuck! What has she done to me?