Page 14 of Saving Graces
They stood there in the crowd through one whole song, Kinsey nodding to the beat as though nothing were amiss, but her fingers kept moving, caressing. Slowly they slipped across to her abdomen, very lightly stroking just above the waistband of her skirt. Rosalie’s entire body seemed to have caught fire. How the building sprinklers weren’t going off, how everyone in the crowd wasn’t staring at her she had no idea.
“Rosalie,” Kinsey’s voice murmured finally in her ear, softly, like she was praying or begging or perhaps in as much fiery pain as Rosalie suddenly was. She pulled aside, just enough to meet Rosalie’s gaze and the heated hunger in those dark eyes made her lips part with want. As if Kinsey had asked and Rosalie had answered, Kinsey took her hand and pulled her urgently behind her through the crowd.
Some distant part of her realized Kinsey was about to try to take her home and she knew that was a seriously bad idea - despite the sudden slickness she could feel as she walked - and she was just about to protest, when Kinsey tugged her to the front of the room instead of the door, just adjacent to the stage. Kinsey turned and looked at her again, and whatever she saw in Rosalie’s eyes made her bite her plump lower lip in invitation. Then with a flick of her hand she tugged back the black curtain lining the wall and pulled Rosalie through it with her.
Rosalie looked around, surprised. There was a narrow space, not quite a corridor, running between the stage to their left, and whatever main exit there was to the right. The stage lighting spilled into the room, red, then purple, then red again. The music was slightly muted and the crowd only a step beyond the thin curtain.
“Rosalie,” Kinsey said again, her voice soft and desperate and suddenly Rosalie only cared that it was private. Her eyes flashed the very solid yes she was feeling and Kinsey very slowly and very deliberately pressed her up against the wall. A whimper escaped Rosalie as the younger woman used one finger to tip up her chin and kiss her.
Oh god, Kinsey was good at this. Her lips were soft but determined and it was Rosalie who lost control first, slipping her tongue into Kinsey’s hot mouth. They made out hungrily, a mutual push and pull, Rosalie not caring about anything other than the press of that delicious firm body against her own.
Kinsey didn’t rush. It wasn’t fast and furious, but her fingers were insistent and controlled as she pulled back, looking Rosalie in the eye, tugging the buttons to her shirt open one by one, daring her to stop her. This was ridiculous, the crowd were right there - there was nothing but a curtain to hide them - but the heat in Kinsey’s eyes kept her pinned, until her shirt fell all the way open, her bra exposed. Kinsey inhaled hard, staring at Rosalie’s body like it was the hottest porn she’d ever seen.
Rosalie glanced down at her own breasts, voluptuous for sure, spilling up slightly from the lace of the bra encasing them, her curves lit up in the red light and thought, you know what, they are pretty fucking great. Her eyes met Kinsey’s and the younger woman reached out and deliberately tugged the front of the bra down. The cups of Rosalie’s bra pushed her breasts up from underneath, like she was being presented on a platter purely for Kinsey’s viewing pleasure.
Rosalie gasped. The line that was getting crossed here if someone else came through that curtain was getting pretty damn severe.
“God, look at you,” Kinsey murmured, just above the throb of the music, her gaze hungry and focused. “You’re so hot with your tits out, wanting to get touched.”
Rosalie’s vision went hazy. Of course Kinsey would have her dirty talk down pat. Her back arched almost as though her body was acting on command, completely divorced from any kind of rational brain. Kinsey’s mouth was on her before she could blink, swirling her tongue across heated curves, lips, hot mouth, careful teeth, skilfully tormenting her sensitive nipples. The sounds that escaped her were shocked: shocked that this was happening, shocked that she was letting it, shocked that the chance of exposure was so high and yet still not enough to stop her. Shocked that it was so. Fucking. Good.
“Jesus, Rosalie, you’re making me need to fuck you when you make sounds like that,” Kinsey pulled back to murmur heatedly in her ear. “I’m going to have to fuck you right here, you know that right?”
She was already pulling up the hem of Rosalie’s skirt, tugging it right up above her hips, baring her panties and Rosalie had to say no. This was sex in public, this was probably laws being broken, but Kinsey ran one finger over the lace that covered her and Rosalie was already lost, a whine choking out her throat at the tease.
“You’re so bad letting me do this to you,” Kinsey whispered, her tongue slipping into her ear, her finger teasing again through the lace and Rosalie felt it, from somewhere dormant inside her, the woman she’d once been, the things she’d once done.
“Are you all talk?” she asked softly, drawing back to meet Kinsey’s eyes. “Or are you going to be able to make me come?”
Kinsey’s breath escaped in a hiss. She tugged Rosalie’s panties down, not a little way, but all the way to her knees. She grabbed Rosalie’s chin to hold her gaze as she slipped her other hand between her thighs, both of them gasping in unison as she discovered the desperate wetness she’d created there.
“Oh fuck, Rosalie,” she didn’t look away, even as Rosalie’s head fell back against the wall at the sensation. Slow fingers explored her wet folds, those eyes on her face watching hungrily as she surrendered entirely to Kinsey’s confident touch.
“This is what happens when you try to resist me,” Kinsey told her. “You’re so wet, and it’s all for me.”
Rosalie could hardly breathe as Kinsey’s fingers worked her up even higher, the tension building in her body, ratcheting to almost breaking point as Kinsey’s mouth returned to her breasts, licking and sucking and biting as her fingers skillfully swirled.
“Am I going to be able to make you come?” Kinsey’s voice was amused as she pulled back. “What a question. Are you going to be able to stop yourself from coming?”
Her fingers stopped, right when Rosalie was almost on the precipice and that needy whine escaped her again at the torment. Kinsey’s lips smirked at Rosalie’s clear desperation. Then, her wrist curled and she pushed three fingers all the way inside her body.
The sound that escaped Rosalie made Kinsey’s eyes flash victoriously, and she began to thrust deeply, Rosalie’s hips jolting up fast and hungry to meet her. Kinsey didn’t let up, those slender muscles clearly not just for show. The heavy ache inside Rosalie grew in intensity until she was gasping for every breath.
“Kinsey,” she begged. “Kinsey-”
“Yeah that’s what I’ve been waiting for,” Kinsey panted as she thrust harder, “ever since I first laid eyes on you. You crying out my name with my fingers deep inside you. You need it so bad, don’t you honey?” Her left hand was suddenly there, pressing against Rosalie insistently, nudging and slipping right there, while her right drove deeply inside her, thrusting somewhere that felt desperately right.
“Oh god,” Rosalie choked out, before every single part of her body went taut.
“You can come now,” Kinsey told her, almost matter of factly, and Rosalie came apart. The deep pressure inside her set off some kind of chain reaction through her entire body, muscles clenching, a spasm that seemed to shake her from her thighs to her toes, her back arching, her nipples tightening. A savage cry escaped her as she clenched down on Kinsey’s fingers. Her own hands gripped Kinsey’s hips to stop herself collapsing, her vision temporarily squeezing to black as bolts of pleasure raced through what felt like every damn nerve in her body.
“Oh god,” she just barely managed again, as she went limp against the wall. Kinsey was breathing hard, her eyes dark.
“Oh Rosalie,” she murmured, “you’re going to ruin me, letting me see you come like that.”
She slowly pulled her fingers out and Rosalie gasped, adjusting to the loss, then almost stopped breathing altogether as Kinsey slipped the three fingers into her mouth and slowly sucked the wetness from them.
“You’re so fucking sweet,” Kinsey murmured, then kissed her with her taste on her tongue.
