Page 55 of Saving Graces
Kinsey bit down on her own lip, hard, trying not to give away how wrecked she was by the pleading tone in Rosalie’s voice. She kept watching her.
“What if,” she said, meeting Rosalie’s desperate eyes, “all I want to do is look at you?”
Rosalie whimpered a weak protest. Kinsey reached down and traced a finger over each breast, then leaned in and sucked each nipple through the lace until they were hard. Rosalie gasped with pleasure. She tugged the bra down just enough that her nipples were bared. They were perfectly pink and fiercely erect against her creamy breasts.Kinsey couldn’t get enough.
“Yeah,” she said, her voice getting tight, “I could look at you for hours like this.”
She pulled away and got all the way off the bed, watching Rosalie’s eyes go wide. She didn’t drop her gaze as she slipped off her panties and Rosalie broke first, her eyes tracking hungrily down her naked body. Slowly she came back to the bed and straddled her again.
“Kinsey.” Rosalie’s voice sounded shaky. “Come here and sit on my face.”
Kinsey moaned. That sounded tempting as hell. Rosalie was trying to beat her at her own game though and there was no way she would let her.
“Uh uh.” Kinsey waved her finger at her. “You’re not going to get to control this, but it’s cute that you want to try.” Kinsey’s fingers stroked teasingly along Rosalie lower abdomen, inches from where she needed her. Rosalie bit her lip, writhing beneath her. Kinsey smirked. “Beg for me.”
“Please,” Rosalie murmured, “let me lick you.”
Kinsey heard herself whimper.
“I… oh my god… you know that’s not what I meant,” Kinsey admonished her. She reached down and lightly ran her fingers teasingly over Rosalie’s panties, watching her eyelashes flutter with want. “Oh fuck you’re wet.”
“Yes,” Rosalie was almost panting at her touch, “of course I am. You’re naked, on top of me, and I can see you but I can’t touch you. Please,” she said again, “please let me taste you.”
Kinsey was starting to feel dizzy. She sat up on her knees above her and with her eyes on Rosalie, she slipped her hand between her thighs and began to touch herself.
“Mmm,” she gasped, “Would you look at that? I’m wet too.”
Rosalie moaned and thrashed properly against her restraints now.
“Kinsey, please,” she cried.
“No,” Kinsey said, her fingers swirling faster. “You’re too hot like this. The more you struggle, the more I want to come watching you.” Rosalie made an inarticulate sound, her eyes latched onto Kinsey’s moving fingers, nearly biting through her own lip. Kinsey kept going, working herself up as she watched Rosalie hunger for her, squirming her hips for relief that Kinsey wouldn’t give her. She looked beside herself, small moans and cries of frustration escaping her.
Kinsey smiled a little, through her gasps, as she watched her.
“You need it, huh?” she said, sympathetically and Rosalie nodded frantically.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please baby.”
Kinsey’s mouth dropped open. She couldn’t tell if it was calculated or if pushing Rosalie this far had brought it out of her, but the little slip of endearment in that voice, from those lips, pushed her to the brink. As her hips stuttered hard against her hand, she slipped up Rosalie’s body until her knees were on either side of her head. She lowered her hips to where Rosalie was already leaning up to meet her, her mouth opening in a soft kiss right where she needed her, and with only a few perfect swirls of her tongue, Kinsey came flying apart against her mouth.
She managed to pull back before she literally drowned Rosalie, mindful that her hands were bound, but when she looked down Rosalie was looking up at her, eyes full of worship.
“Oh yes,” Rosalie whispered, her chest heaving, licking her lips. “Oh god, Kinsey…”
Kinsey slid back down her body, still trembling at the strength of the orgasm that had nearly wrung her out. She hooked her fingers into Rosalie’s panties and pulled them off, pushing her thighs firmly apart.
“This pussy,” she said softly, “oh fuck, I’d die for this pussy.”
Kinsey gazed at Rosalie, totally exposed. She was so fucking beautiful. Then, meeting Rosalie’s eye she slipped her fingers inside her, gasping at how hot and silky her body felt. Rosalie cried out and thrust her hips, desperate for relief. Kinsey leaned down and keeping her eyes on hers, softly slipped her tongue against her clit as she fucked her. Rosalie cried out so loudly that Kinsey mentally mapped the rest of the mansion in her head, wondering if anyone could hear her getting fucked. The thought spurred her on and she thrust harder, swirling her tongue insistently until finally Rosalie clenched down tightly on her fingers, spasming intensely, her thighs wrapping up around her face and coming for what felt like minutes.
When Kinsey sat up, she watched her for another long moment, taking in the sight of Rosalie limp in the sheets, still bound, panting and shuddering with aftershocks and relief. She wanted to commit the sight to memory forever. Then she slipped up and untied her, kissing each wrist as she let it go. Freed, Rosalie immediately gripped Kinsey tight and pulled her in, pressing her hot face into her throat and holding her whole body close. Kinsey clutched her back, slightly overwhelmed with the wild intensity they’d somehow created between them.
They held each other tight, skin against skin until their breathing finally slowed, then Kinsey pulled back just enough to kiss her. They made out softly for so long that she felt her heart go haywire.
“Where did you come from?” Rosalie’s lips were against her ear and Kinsey shivered at the awe in her tone.
“This is… intense,” Kinsey murmured, her limbs trembling a little. “I… should probably go.” She hated the idea so much that she knew she absolutely should be leaving, right this second.
