Page 54 of Saving Graces
“Yeah,” she said. “Please let me go back to my book.”
Kisney slipped her fingers between the pages. Rosalie’s mouth quirked softly. It was so clear she liked the pushback, Kinsey was giving her. God she was so easy.
Rosalie took a step closer to the bed, and then another, her eyes on Kinsey.
“The book’s that good, is it?”
“Mmhm,” Kinsey hummed, watching her.
“What’s it about?” She tucked a lock of pretty hair back, her beautiful eyes already doing things to Kinsey.
“Um,” she managed as Rosalie got closer. “What was the question?”
Rosalie smiled. She sat on the edge of the bed, leaning on one hand just enough that the gown gaped a little, giving Kinsey a direct view of some kind of indecent lace situation.
“Well,” Rosalie said. “I guess I’ll leave you to it. Since you’re already occupied.”
Kinsey couldn’t take her eyes off Rosalie’s body to save her life.
“I guess I could make a little time,” she said.
“Oh?” Rosalie reached over her and slowly pulled at the hem of her t-shirt, just enough to trail her fingers over Kinsey’s bare abdomen, her little finger grazing along her panties. She picked up the book and handed it to Kinsey. “You could keep reading,” she suggested, her fingers lightly teasing down over Kinsey’s panties making her breath catch. “Don’t mind me,” she said, softly stroking her fingers up and down, watching Kinsey’s mouth fall open. “I can keep myself entertained.”
Kinsey tossed the book onto the floor with a crash and pulled her down into a hungry kiss, feeling Rosalie’s smile against her lips. She pulled open the damned robe to find a sight that would forever haunt her hottest dreams: Rosalie deliberately poured into the kind of lingerie that was never meant for under clothes, the kind that was only meant to torture the person who saw her for the rest of their natural days.
“Fuck me,” Kinsey whispered. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Rosalie smiled, pure sex in her eyes. Kinsey thought of her as she’d first seen her, in her conservative office attire and her how dare you flirt with me expression. She’d still known, clear as daylight, that this Rosalie was in there.
“You know you’re allowed to touch me right?” Rosalie said with a hint of amusement. Kinsey had frozen still, unsure what she wanted to do more: stare at her, touch her, or kiss her. It seemed like an unbelievable bounty of options and she wanted all of them at once.
Kinsey came back to life and pulled Rosalie’s robe all the way off, then pushed her back onto the pillows to stare at her some more. Rosalie looked back, both willing to be admired and clearly impatient. Kinsey pulled her own t-shirt off over her head and leaned over her, watching those green eyes go dark with want.
Kinsey bit her lip. “I want to tie you up,” she said, as she realized exactly what it was she was hungry for.
Rosalie’s eyes went wide and her lips parted. Seconds ticked by.
“Okay.”
“Okay like you’ll let me, or okay like you want me to?” Kinsey clarified and Rosalie wet her lips with her tongue.
“I want you to,” she said, pushing her shoulders back just enough that Kinsey had to momentarily squeeze her eyes closed she was so aroused.
She reached over and pulled the silky tie loose from the discarded robe and straddled Rosalie, gently picking up one wrist and carefully wrapping it in the silk. The tie was perfect; wide enough and soft as she knotted it. She looked at the headboard, which was both luxurious and unhelpfully minimalist, but Kinsey was nothing if not ingenious when required. She reached down until found what she was looking for - the top slat under the mattress - and dipped the end of the tie under and around, pulling it back through. When she sat back she had just enough left to bind Rosalie’s other wrist. Rosalie let her, her face a mixture of want and trust and need. As Kinsey tied the last knot she leaned in and kissed her.
When she pulled back, she felt her body clench low and tight. Before her was a sight that made her wonder if she might be able to come without a single touch at all. Rosalie was neatly held tight, with her wrists above her head on the pillow, all but helpless in her barely-there bra and panties, her eyes hungry.
“If you could see yourself right now,” Kinsey whispered in awe. “You’re so sexy.”
Rosalie tried to pull her hands down, testing the strength of the binding and moaned when she found herself caught, her back arching off the bed.
“Don’t play with me for too long,” she gasped. “I don’t think I could stand it.”
“Mm.” Kinsey couldn’t help her smile from where she sat, straddling her hips. “You probably should have thought of that before you let me do this to you.”
She felt Rosalie roll her hips beneath her, hungry for friction. Kinsey sat up slightly, not letting her find it and Rosalie made a small sound of frustration.
“Please,” she said softly.
