Rosalie's POV

I could see her standing a few feet away from me—naked, but for her pants. I was so nervous. I hadn't done anything like this before, Alice was my first. It made me even more nervous to think that Alice hadn't been waiting for me, as I'd been doing for her. I knew I shouldn't blame her though, I wasn't around—she didn't even know me. No, I knew I didn't blame her one bit, but I could see where her slight experience would help her now, even with a man.

If I was honest, it was like I'd been waiting for her. I hadn't felt anything for boys previously, and when I'd met Alice it had all clicked into place. Of course, you moron. You love her. I smiled at the thought. Of course I loved her, that question wasn't up for debate. I did occasionally allow my mind to wander on the question of whether she loved me. When it came to men, I'd always been able to get who I wanted—not that I ever did, it was more of a competition to me. Now, however, I really did want Alice. Not only did I want her, I needed her, as well.

I summoned up my courage, knowing only that she had never made the first move, being too... too Alice. I didn't mind, it was my way of feeling in control. I stepped over to her almost-naked form and pressed my lips to hers—forcefully. I felt her muscles relax at my sides, and her tongue ran over my lips, still pressed to hers. I knew this was what I wanted—who I wanted. I let go of myself completely, knowing tonight, nothing would be going too far. We were ready, as we'd discussed earlier.

'Come on,' I whispered, 'let's go upstairs.' I pulled away—almost painfully—and clutched at her hand. She offered no resistance as I walked with her up the stairs to my room. I could see her hesitate at the door, but I carried on walking in so I could turn round and watch her move. I arranged my features to a look of pure tranquillity, which had always seemed to soothe her in the past. It did the trick, and she came bouncing over to near where I stood. As she walked I could see her breasts moving up and down, and I had to clamp down a strange urge to have her nipples in my mouth, to be sucking on them, nibbling. I knew I could do no such thing before she was closer, but just imagining it would have dampened my pants, had I been wearing any.

She moved closer, putting her arms on my shoulders and I could hear her whisper. 'Rose.' she was so close to moaning. 'Please, Rose. No more games?' I couldn't stand to hear her beg, she sounded like she was going through some kind of inner pain. I hadn't realised I had been playing games.

She was close enough now, close enough to touch. I knew I couldn't hold back any longer, so I carefully reached out my hand to cup her breast. She moved her body further into my hand, a good indicator she wanted me to go on. I started slowly, making circling motions and rubbing her nipple—I didn't want to push her, not until she was fully aware of all I wanted.

She let out a low moan, and pushed further into my hand. I looked at her face, trying to measure her reactions, but she was too lost in pleasure. I bent my face nearer to her nipple and flashed her another quick glance. She looked curious, so I took that to mean I could go ahead. With one of her breasts in my hand, I put her other breast's nipple into my mouth, sucking gently.



'Oh, god, Rose,' she murmured. 'Rose, come on. Don't play with me. You're teasing me, come on. Make me come, Rose!' I laughed at her impatience as she all but growled the last request. I quickened my pace, now I knew what she wanted and nibbled on her hard nipple—it felt good to let myself do what I really wanted. She tasted great, so sweet and yet, still bitter.

I then knew what I wanted, more than anything else in that moment, and that was to watch her come. Not just come, but to have her coming because of me. I knew I had the power to do that, and wanted it more than anything else in the world. My body needed it, more than food, more than oxygen. I felt like I would collapse if something got in the way.

I moved my lips back to hers and started kissing her passionately. I could feel myself tingling in the different places we were pressed together—her breasts pressed against mine, her stomach, pussy and thigh. I could feel a burning in my throat, a burning that could only be satisfied by her. I lifted one of her legs and wrapped it round my waist, falling back on the bed as I did so. As we impacted on the bed, we bounced a little, and the sight of her boobs bouncing only made me more eager to get inside her.

'Are you sure..?' I murmured, not caring what her answer was.

'Yes, do it, Rose. Please.' She mumbled back. We rolled over, so she was on her back, and she separated her legs for me. I had pushed her pants down slightly with the movement of my thighs, so I bit them and pulled them off her completely. Slowly, gently, I inserted one finger into her pussy, moving it up and down, teasing her clit with occasional brushes. She made a noise like a growl—I guessed she was getting impatient. I did love to tease her though. Quickly, I inserted another finger, moving in and out faster. I moved my other hand from where it was left on her hard, hard nipple and moved it to circle her clit. Somehow, I knew what I was doing, although being totally inexperienced—it felt natural, the most natural thing in the world.

I started rubbing her clit up and down, making her moan with pleasure. Her moans got louder as I steadily increased the pace of my rubbing. My fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, as instead of going faster, just so I could watch Alice moan, they slowed to a stop.

An idea had come to me. What if..? I thought to myself. I was intrigued. I knew I couldn't stop pleasuring her until she came, but what if I could pleasure her in different ways. Ways that would pleasure me too? I realised I had thought about this for too long, as Alice was staring at me confused. Maybe she was worried I was having second thoughts? No, I doubted that—not confident, trusting, amazing, Alice; my love and my life.

I looked into her eyes and could almost taste the disappointment emanating from within her. I started to feel guilty; was causing her pain, to give her pleasure right?

I dropped my eyes from hers, to look down at her pussy—her beautiful pussy; I could almost taste it. I lowered my face next to it.

'Ooh,' breathed Alice, suddenly aware of what I was planning. 'Please?' she asked, still unsure of why I was hesitating—I was unsure of why I was, too. Then I knew I couldn't hold off any longer, knew I had to have her in my mouth—now. I spared her a very short glance; more to prove that I could. Then I was right there, next to what made her female. I could smell her mouth-watering 

scent; so good, I could almost taste it. There was no time for second glances and, as if my life depended on it, I thrust my tongue into her. I started near her opening, circling her clit. I heard her exhale loudly in relief.

I flattened my tongue and ran it all the way; from bottom to the top of her clit, her loud moans making me aware of the thrill she was getting. Back and forth, I ran my tongue over her clit quickly. I spared a thought to my family, if they were here now... I didn't finish that thought, my mind entirely focused on Alice. While pleasuring her in more ways than I could have thought possible with my tongue, I listened to her load, low moans.

I could taste her so well by now, and I began to go faster, wanting more and more. I used my fingers to pump into her as well. With my hand pumping fast I could hear her juices mixed with my saliva squelching.

Her moans had started to get louder and more frequent, and I knew, the way only I could, that she was so close to climaxing. I bit down on her clit, and she screamed. She came all over my face, and her back arched. She screamed with delight and ecstasy. I withdrew my hand, letting her ride out what looked to be a monstrous orgasm.

A few minutes later, she started kissing me, passionately. I knew I still had her come all over my mouth, so I pulled away.

'What's wrong?' she looked hurt.

'I have your come all over my face, Alice,' I explained. I saw her grin, a wide, beautiful grin. She pushed me onto my back on my bed, and started to lick it from my face.

'If it bothers you that much,' she murmured.

'It's not me it bothers, Alice. I was thinking about you.'

'Don't be silly, as if I would let you go.' She lay on top of me, pressing herself against me. 'You know, it's my turn now, Rose.' She moved down.