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Like every good Christian woman who is aware of the severe consequences her sins may have in the afterlife, Isabella continued sending countless prayers to the Heaven's above. She kept asking God for an absolution that sure wasn't going to come. Isabella knew that and it tortured her, making it difficult for her to find any sleep at night. The ugly truth was that she was nothing but a low sinner and a weak person who had given into the deepest desires of hell.

But how could something that would bring you to hell feel so heavenly as it did to Isabella whenever she touched her lips against the ones of the Reverend's wife. Rosalie found it easier to sin for she had lost her faith a very long time ago. Isabella though kept fighting, fighting against herself and against the feelings inside her although they were getting stronger and stronger every single day. Deep inside her she knew that it was pointless to fight something that was so much carved into her very soul.

Her love for Rosalie was like a little wild flower that was growing through thick asphalt. Maybe it didn't belong there but it still was.

"Royce is going to a congress in Atlanta tonight. He won't be back until Sunday."

Isabella nodded her head, moving her fingertips over Rosalie's soft hair once more before eventually twisting it up into a strict knot. Her husband preferred it when the gorgeous blonde didn't wear it down in public. The man didn't like it when anyone else could catch a glimpse on his wife's beauty.

"We'll have the entire time to us."

"Hmm,"

"Isabella, don't you have anything to say to the news?"

"Do you want to see a movie in the city?"

"Not really. I want to be alone with you. I wanted to be alone for longer than a few moments ever since we kissed for the first time."

Slowly, very slowly, Rosalie wrapped her hands around Isabella's middle, circling them higher and higher until she reached the small round breasts. When she cupped them through the fabric of Isabella's plain cardigan, the brunette moaned between her teeth.

"Rosalie. We can't."

"Don't tell me, you don't want me like this. I know you do. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me you want me. I need you to tell me that you want me as much as I want you or I shall go crazy."

Isabella's face flamed as waves of forbidden pleasure spread through her entire body. Yes, she wanted Rosalie. She wanted to touch every single inch of her lover's soft skin. She wanted to taste its saltiness.

"I want you more than I have words for it. I want you but I'm scared."

"Royce won't find out. Don't worry about him."

"I'm worried about God not Royce."

"God already knows your thoughts, Isabella."

"I'm going to hell. Both of us are going to hell for how we feel about each other."

"If we go to hell, if there is a hell at all, I promise to protect you there. I feel like I need to protect you, my sweet Isabella."

Rosalie pulled her lover closer again, enjoying the last remaining minutes before she would have to return to her home. She didn't want to risk her husband getting suspicious about her spending so much time at Isabella's house. Officially she was just there to babysit the twins and nothing more. Every moment the two women had in each other presence was nothing but stolen time. Quick kisses behind the library where Isabella worked at, hugs that lingered a tiny bit too long when they met each other-accidentally- in the supermarket. It was so incredibly difficult for them to stay away from each other, impossible even.

They kissed each other hungrily and with a low sigh Isabella wiped a bit of her pearly lipstick from Rosalie's full mouth.

"I'll come back later, when Royce is gone."

"Kay,"

"We don't have to do anything if you don't feel ready for it. I'll be happy if you just let me hold you the entire night."

"I'm ready." Isabella whispered, moving her hand down Rosalie's cheekbone. She loved this woman so very dearly. She couldn't wait touch her gorgeous curves over and over again.

When Rosalie was gone Isabella changed the sheets on her bed and arranged some candles all over the small room, before taking a quick shower. She was so nervous, so incredibly nervous but excited at the very same time.

Lord, I know you won't forgive me for what I'm about to do but I can't fight these feelings any longer, but maybe you could find it in your mercy to be kind. I didn't mean to love her this much. She continued praying silently in her head until she felt close to crying.

It was already dark outside when Rosalie returned to Isabella's house and in the security of the nightly porch their lips connected to a tender kiss.

"I've been thinking about you all day." The blonde woman whispered as the two of them made it upstairs, carefully watching their steps in the hope they wouldn't wake up the sleeping kids at the other end of the corridor.

With trembling hands they started unbuttoning each other's blouses, caressing each inch of soft female flesh they were exposing with gentle strokes.

Isabella's heart was racing, her palms were sweating as she eventually dared to unclasp Rosalie's bra.

"So beautiful, you're so very beautiful."

With a low moan dying in her throat she closed her lips around the pale pink skin and started suckling it. The tip instantly pebbled against her tongue and Isabella felt a gush of fresh wetness pouring between her thighs when Rosalie's dainty hands massaged her breasts, rolling the sensitive nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

"Do you trust me?" Rosalie whispered huskily, pressing Isabella back against the soft pillows on the bed. Her hands parted Isabella's slim legs, caressing their insides in lazy circles, but never getting high enough to touch her were Isabella ached for it the most.

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life,"

Rosalie moaned and Isabella stopped breathing for a moment when two fingers circled up and down the cotton fabric of her moist panties.

She lifted her hips up a bit, so that her blonde lover could remove them before she continued with her tender caress. When Rosalie touched the overheated flesh of her sex without any barrier Isabella couldn't hold back the moans from falling from her lips.

It felt so good, too good. It was most likely unnatural to feel such desires.

Then Rosalie turned both of them around and painfully slowly she kissed her way down Isabella's body that was prickling from head to toe now.

"I'm going to taste you now. Try to relax. Think of nothing."

With that Rosalie lowered her head to Isabella's throbbing clit, swirling the tip of her tongue around it for a few moments before dipping it into the dripping wet entrance. Isabella couldn't remember having been that aroused ever before. Being with Rosalie was even better than fantasizing about her. She wanted to pleasure her beloved to, wanted to feel how wet the gorgeous blonde was between her thighs.

The gentle tongue of her lover made Isabella's legs quiver as it circled her pulsing clit again and again until she bugged her hips towards Rosalie's mouth, trying to get it closer to her needy flesh. She was burning and drowning in the very same moment until eventually, in a wondrously way her soul left her body and she was nothing but physical sensations any more. Her muscles tensed and when Rosalie shoved two fingers into the heat of Isabella's sex the dainty brunette clasped around them in an uncontrollable rhythm of lust.

"Kiss me," Rosalie whimpered breathlessly, pressing her lips against Isabella's mouth, letting her lover taste the tartly essence of her own arousal.

Yes, Isabella was in heaven right now in this very moment and when she lowered her fingers to Rosalie's slick folds, she couldn't believe that she had denied herself the urge to touch her beloved like this for all this weeks. She rubbed the moist skin, circled and explored it with her fingertips before thrusting first two, then a third finger into Rosalie's sex. It felt so tight and hot around Isabella's fingers and when the blonde woman started groaning against her neck, she started moving her fingers faster, rubbing the sensitive spot above her lover's entrance while thrusting the fingers inside Rosalie faster and faster.

"Don't stop, oh please don't stop, I'm so close, so…close."

"Let go, sweetheart. Just let go."

Their mouths found each other in a deep kiss and Isabella felt how her lover tumbled over the edge of her lust as Rosalie's inner muscles tightened around the brunette's fingers inside her.

"I love you, so very much." Isabella whispered breathlessly before she continued showering the soft skin of Rosalie's full breasts with open-mouthed kisses.

Isabella knew that her soul was irrevocably lost now, but when she tiredly rested her head against her beloved's naked chest, and pulled the blankets over them, she couldn't, just couldn't find it in herself to feel any sort of regret.