Page 46 of Saving Graces
“Yes please,” she whispered. Kinsey stepped closer again. Rosalie’s back hit the door, their bodies whisper-close.
“You’re cute,” Kinsey said warmly. “But it’s not going to be so easy as that. After what you did to me last time, you’re going to have to beg me for it.”
Despite the casual authority of Kinsey’s tone, Rosalie caught the way her dark eyes burned, unmistakable desire, and all for her. Rosalie had all the answers she’d been seeking.
Very slowly, she untied her robe and let it slip to the floor. Underneath she was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of lace panties. Kinsey’s eyes went wide, her lips parting. She let her gaze track hungrily down Rosalie’s bare body and a small ragged breath escaped her.
“No, I’m not,” Rosalie said quietly, and Kinsey moaned. She slid all the way to her knees before her, pressing her face to Rosalie’s abdomen, already kissing along the waistband of her panties.
“Fuck” Kinsey whispered, “I can’t not have you.” She sounded desperate. “Are you wet for me already?” Her nose nudged against her panties and Rosalie could feel the heat of her breath through the lace, making her shiver.
“I’ve been wet for you all day,” she said softly. Kinsey whimpered slightly and licked her through the lace making Rosalie’s breath catch, hard.
“You need it so badly, don’t you, honey?” Kinsey let her tongue slip just inside the edge of her panties, barely grazing over sensitive skin and Rosalie began to shudder with want.
“I do,” she whispered. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”
“Oh you can’t take it anymore?” Kinsey pulled back and gazed up at her, her eyebrows raised. “You’re the one who stopped me from having this months ago.” She tongued her through her panties again and Rosalie moaned. Kinsey looked up at her, on her knees before her, her voice going plaintive. “Do you know how much you made me regret that I never got to eat your pussy?”
“Kinsey-” Rosalie squeaked out. “Enough talking.”
Kinsey made a little hum of approval, her mouth quirking in amusement at Rosalie’s increasing desperation.She took hold of Rosalie’s panties and tugged them down and all the way off, helping her step out of them. Then, faced with nothing but her bare body she pulled Rosalie’s left leg over her shoulder, and just before she leaned in, she looked up.
“Take your time, honey, I want to see you get it all over my face.”
Rosalie was moaning even before she felt the first luxurious pass of Kinsey’s warm tongue.
“Oh god, yes,” Kinsey moaned as she tasted her and then - finally - she stopped talking altogether. The wet heat of her mouth felt desperately wicked and Rosalie’s whole body caught fire. This was insane; she only had one of her legs to support her, the other practically wrapped around Kinsey as she began to expertly take her apart with her mouth. Thank god for all that yoga.
Rosalie closed her eyes and let herself feel every swipe and swirl of that soft, confident tongue. Every part of her felt focussed and alive; Rosalie found herself paying attention to the way she was beginning to drown in pleasure like she needed to memorize every hazy second of it. It had been so long since desire had featured so heavily in her life; she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so desperately in her own body. Wait - yes she could - and, it was in this same woman’s presence.
Rosalie moaned as the oft repeated memory hit her again, only this time Kinsey was right here with her, intent on making her lose her mind. She could already feel this was going to be a mind-blowing orgasm, tiny sparks ahead of the real thing beginning to tremble like a warning through her nervous system. Kinsey’s fingers began to drift, lightly tracing over her ass, softly teasing at the juncture of her thighs, her tongue both gentle and demanding, pulling pleasure out of her like Rosalie couldn’t resist it if she tried. She shuddered and Kinsey’s mouth moved, her lips slipping around her clit and beginning to gently suck. She didn’t stop.
Rosalie shattered.
“Oh my god, Rosalie,” Kinsey panted, after Rosalie had come long and luxuriously hard against her talented mouth. She looked up, her eyes practically worshipful as Rosalie trembled against the door, then slowly kissed her way up her abdomen and over her breasts, to her throat and finally stood face to face with her, watching Rosalie struggle to regain her breath. “How are you still so worth the wait?”
Kinsey leaned in and finally kissed her. Rosalie kissed her back, shocked with hunger.
“I’m going to need you to come to bed with me,” she gasped, cupping Kinsey’s face, sliding her hand into her soft hair as they made out.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Kinsey said, her dark eyes gleaming. “Like, literally.”
Rosalie took her hand and led her to her bed, pulling her straight down into another kiss. Kinsey pressed up against her in the sheets and Rosalie whimpered at good she felt.
“Take off all your clothes,” she whispered, already drowning in heat. Kinsey looked at her, hazily.
“You do it.”
Rosalie sat up and straddled her, watching Kinsey go slightly limp as she looked up at Rosalie naked above her. She grabbed the bottom of Kinsey’s tank top and pulled it up over her head. For a second she just stared, Kinsey staring back up at her.
“God, why do you have to be so perfect?” Rosalie murmured, her voice cracking, taking in her small high breasts, hard nipples, the tiny aroused goosebumps on her skin. Kinsey showed no hint of shyness, just pure desire as she gazed up at Rosalie, letting her take her time. Rosalie did. She nuzzled Kinsey’s warm throat, then kissed her way to her breasts. Perhaps because she was so well-endowed herself, Rosalie loved small breasts. Kinsey’s were everything she fantasized about, just a perfect handful, and when she slipped a small firm nipple into her mouth Kinsey began to slowly lose it, writhing her hips hungrily up against her in a way that showed just how incredibly sensitive she was.
She pulled back and tugged Kinsey’s indecently small shorts off. She was so wet, Rosalie could see it on her thighs and Rosalie had never been so desperate to touch someone. She looked down at Kinsey.
“Come here,” she said. Kinsey bit her lip and sat up. “On your knees,” she murmured, and with her eyes focussed and heated Kinsey moved up onto her knees. Rosalie did the same and kissed her, their faces equal for just a moment, then she pushed her to sit back on her heels. Rosalie climbed into her lap and straddled her. Kinsey’s eyes went wide.
“Oh fuck yes,” she whispered, her face full of Rosalie’s breasts. Rosalie reached down between both their split thighs and stroked her fingers against unbelievable silky wet heat. Kinsey cried out, spreading her legs wider beneath her as Rosalie touched her for the first time. Rosalie began to gently writhe in her lap, slipping her fingers in a swirl of heat and letting Kinsey watch as she arched her back for her.
