Ownership: Nothing but the story.
A/N (10/22): Had to make some changes to make the dirty part a little better and more cohesive.
A/N: Okay the reviews I got for that last chapter were so unbelievably awesome! Forget quantity; quality is way better. Thank you to everyone so, so very much; you totally lifted my spirits. Couldn't help myself, had to write another chapter. I've decided that I'm perfectly content with my poorly endowed review count, because the ones I do get are incredible! But (to the two well-intentioned readers that still messaged me about the stupid count again) just try not to point out how small it is when we're in the locker room, okay? Again, thank you so very much.
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After maneuvering an absolutely 'out-of-her-mind-she-was-so-stoned' Bella into one of Rosalie's old t-shirts and a pair of her brother's boxers from when Emmett was about 12, Rosalie managed to hoist the beautiful brunette up on to the bed and under the covers. Bella insisted over and over that she wasn't sleepy, or at least that was what Rosalie thought she was saying; the girl could just barely form decipherable sentences. So Rosalie had just agreed with her that 'of course you're not tired, I just want you to lie down and feel the thread count on these sheets, and then we'll go back out to the deck…'
Bella was sleeping like the dead not two minutes later. After tidying up a few things around the cottage and completing her standard 40 minute evening bathroom routine (she never claimed not to be vain), Rosalie stripped down to her usual lace boy shorts (turquoise this particular evening), grabbed the duvet that they'd used on the deck, and curled up on the couch. She wasn't worried about being caught sleeping topless – Rosalie knew she'd be up long before Bella the next morning, and she rarely slept well with a shirt on anyway.
Rosalie also knew that she could have crawled into bed with Bella; actually, she guessed that if Bella noticed she wasn't with her, the girl would be quite upset. But she also knew that tonight Bella wouldn't notice if she was spooning a grizzly bear, and Rosalie would be sure to hide any evidence that she'd been on the couch well before the typically late riser began to stir. The truth was, Rosalie felt really uncomfortable about sharing a bed with her when Bella was so under the influence. She had a very difficult time feeling comfortable enough to hold anyone in bed as it was. With Bella this fucked up, Rosalie thought that maybe she'd be taking advantage of the smaller girl by just assuming it was okay to hop in? Rosalie actually felt creepy just thinking about it, especially as Bella's slurred confession that she'd thought Rosalie only brought her here to fuck her continued to play on repeat in Rosalie's head. That wasn't why Bella was here, not at all.
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Rosalie felt really weird in general about Bella as she wrapped the comforter around her and tried to make somewhat of a sleep-able nest out of the overstuffed couch cushions. She couldn't elaborate her on feelings more than just calling them 'weird'; Rosalie had little control over or understanding of most of her feelings when it came to Bella to begin with. And tonight she just felt weird; too weird to sleep next to the girl without a direct, sober invitation.
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The next morning she rose, as she'd expected, at her usual 6am wake-up time. Rosalie was one of those lucky people that operated at full capacity on very few hours of sleep; her body just didn't need more than four hours a night, maybe six if she was feeling particularly lazy. She padded into the master bedroom to quietly grab her two coated canvas duffels, and looked over at the sleeping brunette.
Even with her mouth lolling open, shiny brown hair spread out in every direction, tiny snores passing by her rosy, slightly chapped lips; even like this, to Rosalie Bella look uncompromisingly beautiful. Rosalie's faded red t-shirt, some give-away at a yacht club regatta maybe 18 years prior, had ridden so far up Bella's stomach from the girl's twists and turns that the creamy skin of the bottom of her left breast was visible.
Rosalie reached out to stroke the sensitive area as she sat on the edge of the bed, and almost touched it before she realized what she was inadvertently about to do. She yanked her hand back right before contact could be made.
God, what is this girl doing to me? Rosalie mused. She smiled at nothing in particular, rolled her eyes, and shook her head.
She quickly grabbed her bags and tiptoed into the living room, grateful that her Bella was a heavy sleeper and hadn't just accidentally woken up to a topless blonde reaching out to stroke her breast. Rosalie was not pleased with her own lapse in judgment.
What is this girl doing to me?
She continued to muse and stew as she quickly brushed her teeth and threw on a black bikini with significantly more substance than most in her collection - an updated but still almost exact replica of Ursula Andress' white bikini in Dr. No; made by a small surfing outfit in Hawaii for girls that wanted to still look hot without losing their tops every time they wiped out. This was harder to find than one might imagine, and when Rosalie discovered the suits at a tiny surf shop while on vacation in Maui, she bought eight, in both black and white. And never regretted it – the bikini was sexy as hell and stayed put, even when she dove off a 40ft cliff in Mexico last fall. Emerging from the surf that day after the dive, Rosalie was greeted by cheers, wolf whistles, and an extremely pissed younger brother who'd just lost $5,000 betting that she'd chicken out.
Rosalie thought about that cliff dive every time she put this, her favorite bikini, on. After all, a 40ft dive is a little bit trickier than a 40ft jump. Rosalie felt a little bit better as she re-played the memory in her head. Secretly, she hoped she could eventually find a clever way to show-off like that for Bella. Maybe she'd let me bring her to Mexico…
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Rosalie stepped out onto the deck, and shivered as the early fall wind whipped around her. It may have still felt like summer mid-day, but at 6:30 in the morning, the season was undeniably fall. Rosalie looked at the thermometer on the side of the cottage: 60 degrees. She glided back inside and grabbed goggles and a pair of modified short fins out of her bag, deciding to skip a rash guard. She was feeling more than a bit tormented this morning, and needed a serious distraction. Half naked in 60 degree weather should do the trick, she groaned to herself as she left the house and began to make her way down the path to the ocean.
By the time she reached the beach, she was seriously regretting skipping that rash guard. The wind was fierce, and the sun was only barely just beginning to rise. Rosalie knew she was going to have to work twice as hard to stay warm this morning.
As she stretched lightly on the sand, her thoughts returned to Bella. Specifically how beautiful she was. How funny she was. How entertaining she was, even stoned. How hot she'd still look in fifteen years as she sat on the deck of their guest house. Or the main house. How much of a fit she'd probably throw over the size of the diamond Rosalie would get her.
Jesus Rosalie, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up. Frustrated with her scattered brain, Rosalie skipped the rest of her normal warm up routine and instead dove right into the crashing surf. It was really, really cold. So cold that it was almost impossible to think about anything else.
"Perfect!" Rosalie shouted to the empty beach, treading water as she slipped her fins on and adjusted her goggles. She ducked under a wave that was at least four feet overhead. This was going to be a challenging swim. This was perfect. "This water is fucking perfect!" She shouted again, gleefully. She turned in the waves and caught a glimpse of her guest house on the dunes. And of course immediately her mind went right back to the beautiful girl in her bed, and how strange it felt in her chest when she had watched her sleep.
What is she doing to me?
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What is she doing to me? – That seemed to be the rumination of the day for Rosalie, following her as she cut her way through rough water for almost a mile and a half down the beach, emerging from the surf in front of her family's beloved Maidstone club. She smiled at her ridiculousness while she tried to shake the water from her long blonde mane. How much fun her nearest and dearest would have with her if they knew what this girl was doing to her. She figured she ought to let Emmett in on her turmoil at some point; why rob her beloved brother of his first and probably only chance to watch his hyper-capable, emotionally untouchable older sister finally come apart at the seams?
I bet Jamie loves this the most, Rosalie groaned inwardly as she took off sprinting down the beach, fins and goggles in hand, fear and excitement in heart.
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By the time she made it back to the house, running wind sprints most of the way, Rosalie no longer regretted leaving her rash guard at home. She was exhausted and hot. The blonde paused on the beach in front of the guest house and spent a few minutes catching her breath before she dropped down and got through 50 push-ups before collapsing on the sand. Although it was only about 8:00am, the sun was coming on strong, and East Hampton was heating up. But the wind was still fierce – Rosalie knew it wasn't going to be the best beach day.
She jogged back to the house and snuck past the sleeping girl and into the bathroom. After a long shower and her usual primping routine, Rosalie tiptoed quietly out into the living room, threw on a pair of baggy, ripped boyfriend jeans that cuffed above the ankles and a ribbed white wife beater, slid on flip flops, grabbed her keys and a tight grey fleece jacket from the front hall closet, and buzzed into town in search of food.
She returned an hour later, held up by run-ins with a few of her parent's friends while in line at the Pear (the east end's over-priced but yummy go-to coffee spot), with two enormous coffees and piping hot oatmeal. She was surprised to find Bella's bed empty.
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"Hey," Rose greeted Bella with a small smile when she found the girl out on the porch.
"Hey," Bella looked up at her from her spot on the chaise. She blushed and looked down sheepishly. Rosalie sat down on the edge of the lounge and held out a tall cardboard cup.
"Coffee?" Rosalie asked. Bella smiled nervously as she accepted the hot beverage, still steaming a bit out of its sippy hole.
"Rose," she began contritely. "I feel so bad about last night; I'm so embarrassed." Bella looked back down at the coffee cup she'd balanced on the cushion in front of her and began twisting the cardboard cup within its protective heat sleeve.
"Bella, it's not a big deal," Rosalie smiled warmly and placed her hand on Bella's calf. "Most of the people were too drunk to even notice you streaking…" Bella's head snapped up and she looked horrified. "Besides," Rosalie continued, "I thought it was pretty cool that you weren't afraid to get naked in front of all those strangers." She patted Bella's calf, mirth dancing in her eyes as she enjoyed Bella's gaping mouth and panicked expression. She smiled brightly. "And you won $200 from that bet, how great is that?" Rosalie, ever the consummate actress, was playing her part beautifully.
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"Holy fucking shit, Rose, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…" Bella repeated the mantra as she drew her knees into her chest and buried her head. Rosalie knew letting her go much longer was just plain cruel, but she was having so much fun.
"And I can't believe you told me you hated my outfit." Rosalie dead-panned. Bella's head shot up once again.
"Hey…" Bella said warily, but Rosalie kept her face completely neutral. "Why would I say that, I've never even thought that." Rosalie shrugged.
"It's cool Bella, you were really fucked up, don't worry about it." Rosalie smiled reassuringly at the beautiful, increasingly suspicious brunette.
"No, I would never say that, I think you're like the best dressed girl on the planet, I mean you can make a bath towel look like it came off the runway…" Rosalie arched one perfectly shaped eyebrow as she watched Bella wrack her brain for the missing, secretly fictitious, memory.
"Oh is that so?" Rosalie smirked. Bella pursed her lips and squinted her chocolate eyes, leaning forward to peer into Rosalie's green ones like she was the intimidator at a police interrogation. Rosalie fought valiantly to keep her face straight, despite the fact that Bella, not six inches away, was making of the funniest faces Rosalie had ever seen. Rosalie was almost winning her battle not to smile when a long, slender finger appeared and Bella poked her in the chest accusatorially.
"Rose?" She questioned, screwing up her face even more.
"Bella?" Rosalie questioned back, but the corners of her mouth were beginning to twitch.
"Rosalie…" Bella poked her harder.
"Bella…" Rosalie tried to fight it, but the smirk was half-way there, and she attempted to look away. Bella caught her head with a hand on either side and began to squeeze.
"Rosalie, why are you looking away? Feeling shy, are we?"
"No, I-" Rosalie started to chuckle, and Bella squeezed harder. "Oh Goddamnit!" Rosalie exclaimed as she burst into laughter.
"Oh YOU LITTLE FUCKER!" Bella leapt on top of her, knocking her coffee off the lounge. Rosalie laughed hysterically as Bella wrestled her arms and tried to pin her as the blonde squirmed, her body shaking so hard with laughter that it was starting to be painful. "ROSE YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKER, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Bella gave up on trying to pin her arms and started to tickle her mercilessly instead. Rosalie squirmed like a greased piglet.
"Stop stop, ow, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Rosalie begged for mercy as she continued to convulse, tears streaming down her cheeks. Bella ignored her pleas, and giggled triumphantly as she tickled and swatted at Rosalie's protesting arms. "Ow its hurts, it's too funny, ow ow stop stop, oh my God I can't believe you actually thought it was feasible that you could have gotten naked, ow stop stop, oh my God your face was so fucking priceless, ow stop, I'll do anything, stop!"
"Anything? Anything?" Bella questioned as she tortured the blonde with her long, evil fingers.
"Yes, anything!" Rosalie gasped, desperate to escape.
"Even if I don't tell you right now what it is I want?" Bella smirked as she continued her attack, now leaning down and running a wet tongue up Rosalie's cheek in the least sexy way possible.
"Ahhh! Ewww yes anything, I promise, stop oh god, stop!" Rosalie begged and begged as Bella licked another wet line up her face.
"Fine!" Bella exclaimed triumphantly, bolting upright.
And then suddenly looking a quite off-balance.
It was Rosalie's turn to gloat. "Oh, feeling a little woozy, are we?" Rosalie teased from her position on her back as Bella straddled her. "Someone hit the bowl a little too hard last night, hmm?" Bella collapsed back down on top of her and nuzzled into her neck, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear tenderly.
"I'm so sorry, Rose," She murmured. "I really do feel so embarrassed."
"It's okay," Rosalie stroked her hair soothingly. "I swear to God, it was so worth it just to see your face a few minutes ago. That was absolutely hysterical."
"You are such a bitch," came a muffled response.
"Don't worry, you actually didn't do anything embarrassing, and I smoked too, remember?" Rosalie fibbed convincingly. " It was fun, I loved lying out and watching the fireworks with you. Last night was great, Bella. Seriously." Rosalie felt delicate lips on her pulse point, and then the warm breath of a huge sigh from the smaller girl.
"Thanks, Rose." Rose felt Bella's words puff onto her skin as much as she heard them. She smiled.
"Come on little one, let's go feed you, I got us a fancy, fancy, expensive gourmet oatmeal breakfast, and you're not allowed to protest anymore, remember?" Rosalie pushed herself up and off the chaise, and scooped Bella up into her arms. She wasn't quite sure why, because the girl wasn't really that much smaller than her or anything, but carrying Bella had become her new favorite pastime. As Bella giggled in feigned protest, Rosalie figured that it must be because she noticed that she was starting to do almost anything to in order to hear that captivating, melodious giggle.
What is she doing to me?
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Rosalie fussed in the kitchen, cleaning up, loading the dishwasher, and straightening things in her usual, slightly compulsive manner. Both girls had been remarkably chipper and energetic at breakfast considering the lack of any coffee, seeing as Bella had actually managed to knock over both cups in her attack before either one of them had even a single sip. As she flipped through a worn copy of a racing manual Rosalie's grandfather had written, Bella had commented on how much she missed sailing. Her excitement when Rosalie offered to take her out on one of the two boats she kept out east (belonging to her "cousins," of course) was adorable. Rosalie was thrilled to go, as it was simply too windy to lay out any way, and even more thrilled that Bella, when given the option of a gentle sail on the Sound, or an adventurous but much more extreme sail out on the rough, windy Atlantic, chose the Atlantic without a second's hesitation.
Rosalie had sent her off to the bedroom to get changed into jeans and one of Rosalie's warm sweaters, as the smaller girl hadn't packed for the breezy chill Rosalie knew they'd encounter on the water. Bella looked slightly dubious when Rosalie also handed her a black fleece jacket and a yellow slicker, and had rolled her eyes with exceptional effectiveness when Rosalie gave her a pair of top-siders, teasing the beautiful blonde relentlessly for being so ridiculously preppy.
Rosalie rolled her eyes just as well in return, sighing dramatically as she explained to Bella that while wearing top-siders and a yellow slicker to run errands in Greenwich was of course revoltingly preppy, those same things actually served a functional purpose on a sailboat. She loved bantering back and forth with Bella; the girl could keep up better than almost anyone she'd ever slept with, and frequently had Rosalie in hysterics over her sassy retorts and quick, quirky comments. Very few people could make Rosalie truly laugh, and even fewer would ever be allowed to smack Rosalie playfully in the ass as they ordered them to "get back to women's work" in the kitchen, as Bella just had. Rosalie smiled to herself as she tidied, thinking about how much she was looking forward to showing off for Bella on the boat; and chuckling about how quickly the opportunity to do so had presented itself. Rosalie felt lucky. Bella made her feel lucky.
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"Rose!" Bella demanded officially as she yelled from inside the bedroom.
"Yes, Princess?" Rosalie shouted back from the kitchen.
"Can you come help me with the zipper on this ridiculous jacket, it's totally stuck!"
"Of course, sweet pea…" Rosalie teased from the kitchen. She popped her head in the powder room to check her appearance, and finding that it indeed still measured up to her ridiculous standards, the blonde glided gracefully towards the bedroom, trying to choose from a long mental list of possible quips the perfect one to use to tease Bella for snagging a zipper like a six year old.
She skipped through the door, and her mouth dropped to the floor.
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Rosalie stood frozen in the doorway, full lips parted wide as she gaped at the sight on the bed.
Bella lay on her back, propped up on her elbows, examining her nails indifferently in a move straight out of Rosalie's playbook. Wearing lingerie. The girl who had never deviated from cotton a day in her life was currently stretched out on the fluffy white duvet, her subtle stomach muscles flexed as they helped keep her propped up, wearing only a tiny pair of mesh boy shorts in deep navy and a matching mesh bra, and the see-through fabric that was meant to cover her breasts and lower half was failing miserably. Rosalie shuddered as her eyes fell to two perfect, pert pink nipples that rose and dipped temptingly with the gorgeous brunette's every breath.
"Oh hey," Bella said nonchalantly as she looked over at the stunned blonde. "Fixed it."
"Oh," was the only word Rosalie could come up with. The smaller girl was absolutely mouthwatering. She smiled coyly as she ran long fingers through her full chestnut locks, seductively shifting her part from right to left.
"But Rosalie, I need to you look at my bra, it's a front clasp and I can't undo it." Bella's voice was indifferent. Her push-and-pull seduction of the blonde model was working. Brilliantly.
"Sure, of course, um, yeah," Rosalie fought for coherence as she loped over to the bed. Bella reached her arms out, and Rosalie accepted the hands that pulled her onto the mattress. Bella guided Rosalie's fingers to the clasp of the bra nestled between her beautiful, creamy breasts. Rosalie, still dumbfounded, actually began to legitimately examine the clasp.
"There's nothing wrong with it," she breathed. Bella tucked a strand of blonde hair behind Rosalie's ear.
"You're smart." She quipped.
"What are you doing?" Rosalie whispered.
"You're not so smart," Bella replied, pulling Rosalie down on top of her and kissing her sensually. Rosalie kissed her back and began to run her fingers through the brunette's tempting locks, but remembering the previous night, quickly pulled away and sat up.
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"What's wrong?" Bella questioned nervously. "You don't want to?"
"No, um, no it's just…" Rosalie paused as she met Bella's confused eyes. "We don't need to do this, Bella. I mean, you don't need to do this, it's not why you're here."
Bella tilted her head questioningly.
"I don't want you to think I brought you here so I could sleep with you. I know you're just doing this because you feel obligated or something, and I wish you'd stop."
"What makes you think that I think that I feel obligated?" Bella's tone was defensive. " Because I definitely don't."
"Because you told me last night, and Bella, seriously, that's absolutely not why I wanted you to come with me this weekend." Rosalie held her gaze – the smaller girl looked suddenly weak and a little vulnerable. Rosalie sighed as she watched Bella nibble her lower lip. Bella continued to lie on her back, head propped up by pillows, as she eyed Rosalie carefully.
"If I just wanted to sleep with you, don't you think we could have done that in New York? I mean, I know you don't get it, but Bella I never, ever, ever bring people out here. You're the first person I've wanted to take with me in I don't know how long, if I ever even wanted to at all." Rosalie stayed sitting, her back stick-straight. She forced herself to maintain eye contact, as confessions like the one she was delivering were not especially easy for her to make. "I just wanted to spend time with you. Of course I ALWAYS want to fuck you, but I can't help it, I just ALWAYS do. Sorry, but the location is kind of irrelevant. So you don't have to do this, okay? Let's just go for a sail. I won't touch you for a month, a year – whatever - if that's what it takes to prove to you how much more you are to me than that." Rosalie watched as Bella's gazed turned to one of sincere affection. She must have said something right.
"Rosalie," Bella breathed. "What you just told me – I bet you don't even get how much it meant to me. Please just come here and kiss me. Even I can barely comprehend just how strongly I feel about you; just how much I want to be with you. Please, be with me?" She looked up at Rosalie, eyes full of yearning and heavily lidded with something; Rosalie hoped it was desire. Bella sat up and grabbed Rosalie's hands again, leaning back and bringing the slender blonde down on top of her.
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If Rosalie still doubted Bella's true intentions up to that point, the way Bella began to kiss her discredited those concerns almost instantly. The smaller girl breathed heavily as she tilted her head to pull Rosalie's swollen lips and hot tongue deeply into her. There was no time for tentative pecks – Bella needed her fully inside of her mouth immediately, and she refused to break the connection as she simultaneously fumbled with Rosalie's jeans and pulled at her tank top. With the blonde's help, she managed to kick Rosalie's jeans and panties off at the same time, and slid out of her own bottoms before Rosalie even had the opportunity to do the honors.
Bella's breath caught as she watched the muscles of Rosalie's taught stomach flex and stretch as the model pulled the long, tightly ribbed top slowly over her head, revealing her perfect round breasts to the girl beneath her. Rosalie looked deeply into Bella's eyes, her expression a mixture of lust and affection as she brought both hands to her head, arching her back slightly as her long fingers threaded into icy blonde hair, combing it back and shaking it out at the tips.
Bella reached out to touch her stomach as the two girls stared at each other, and Rosalie caught her hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it gently as she tried to convey the sincerity of her feelings with her eyes. Bella continued to look up as Rosalie, almost lovingly Rosalie thought, and in that moment she didn't allow her mind to wander any further. That moment felt too intense, too special, to be anywhere but living in it.
Bella pulled Rosalie back down and into the kiss, and the blonde exhaled deeply as she met the swollen lips with her own and worked her tongue slowly and sensually against Bella's. Bella's quick hands snapped the front clasp of her own bra open, and she moaned when she felt Rosalie's firm breasts press into her own, hot skin on hot skin.
As she absorbed Rosalie's own breathy moan with her kiss, Bella pulled the gorgeous blonde into her and held her firmly. Both girls sighed repetitively into each other as hands wandered and a slender thigh found its way between Rosalie's long legs. Every time Rosalie pressed against her, wanting to get as close to Bella as she could, she let out a breath and pushed her tongue in deeply at the same time; the combination and pace tender and slow. Bella responded with a matching breath, and grasped desperately at the skin on Rosalie's slender lower back, dragging the taller girl's center into her with as much force as she could muster.
Their timing was precise, and rhythmic, and unbelievably sensual; tongues thrusting and meeting, lungs inhaling and exhaling, hands gripping and pulling, and thighs pushing and grinding; all at the same time, over and over. Rosalie felt weak; they weren't leading up to fucking, they were making love, slowly, deeply, with intent that made both of their stomachs drop and hearts swell.
Rosalie sat up for a split second to pull her long blonde hair into a messy pony tail with the elastic she luckily had around her delicate wrist. She dove back down, and ran her lips from Bella's mouth down to the apex of her jaw, ignoring Bella's frustrated groan at the break in their kiss and instead focusing on letting her eager, swollen red lips drag hot and wet across Bella's creamy skin. She let her lips catch on the smaller girl's rapidly beating pulse, and kissed it, sucking with an open mouth. She shifted her legs so that her thigh was now rubbing on Bella's center, and she began to thrust slowly as she relished the taste of Bella's soft skin, citrus and sweat lingering on her lips as she trailed those full lips down to Bella's delicate collarbone; her fingertips ghosting over every inch of Bella's body within reach at the same time. She pressed wet, hot open-mouthed kisses on the slender bones, breathing heavy, almost as heavy as the girl beneath her. She pressed into Bella rhythmically as her lips trailed down her stomach, hands now gently kneading the small breasts, making her way to Bella's abdomen. When she reached her pelvic bones, Rosalie gave each a soft kiss as she looked up to Bella for permission. The smaller girl looked down at her, panting slightly, eyes completely blackened.
"May I?" Rosalie questioned in a husky voice, laced with the incredible desire she felt to consume this beautiful creature; to cover her most sensitive parts with deep kisses and run her tongue over every inch of soft skin. Bella tensed upon realizing what Rosalie wanted to do, and pulled the blonde back up to face her by her toned upper arms.
Rosalie breathed heavy, driving her thigh hard and then soft and then hard again into the heat and softness of the brunette's soaked center. Bella pulled her in for a deep, wanton kiss, and Rosalie rubbed her hands up and down Bella's torso, never stopping at a certain point; too eager to touch everything. Rosalie nipped at Bella's swollen lower lip as she pulled back, her deep agate eyes searching the black orbs beneath her.
"Rosalie," Bella exhaled, her hands still affixed to Rosalie's lower back and still pulling the girl insistently close with each thrust. "I don't want you to; I don't like it, okay?"
Rosalie nodded, meeting her plump lips in another deep kiss.
"Can I keep kissing you, though? All over?" Rosalie questioned between breaths.
"You are kissing me." Bella replied, and Rosalie could see that the brunette was feeling apprehensive about denying Rosalie's eager mouth access to her other lips.
"Just relax, okay?" Rosalie began to kiss another trail over Bella's skin, but this time she headed over to the soft skin under the girl's arms.
"Okay," Bella replied, tension in her voice. Rosalie dragged swollen lips over tender skin, holding the girl's arm out gently as she kissed a path to her wrist. Her other hand continued to ghost up and down Bella's sides, gripping gently each time she thrust her leg into Bella's center, and releasing to continue its travels when Rosalie pulled back, over and over again; pressure, release, pressure, release, while the perfect blonde pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses back up the brunette's arm and down her chest.
"Its okay, Bella, I'm right here," Rosalie assured her, unsure of how to handle Bella's sudden, although slight, tension. "Just focus on my lips, focus on what they feel like on your skin." Bella exhaled, and Rosalie could feel her relaxing. She traveled up to kiss her neck, caressing Bella with a wet tongue and insistent lips. "What does that feel like, Bella?"
"It feels hot and wet and gentle," she whispered, "and it makes me feel warm all over."
Bella was getting the idea without much instruction. "Good Bella, focus on everything you feel."
Rosalie kissed her full lips briefly and then hovered over her for a moment, long enough for Bella to gasp "God, you hovering over me like this, I've never seen anything as beautiful as you are right now. I don't believe you're real." Rosalie smiled slightly in return and kissed a line from Bella's chin back down to her chest. Rosalie slid a hand under behind Bella's back, taking her full weight off the girl so she could focus on touching her. She ghosted the fingertips of her still free hand up Bella's breast and over her nipple, earning a sharp gasp from the beautiful brunette as Rosalie's hand flattened and she ran her palm up Bella's arm, moving it above her head for a moment but then rubbing back down the delicate arm, over the breast, and down to Bella's abdomen just as quickly.
Rosalie worked slowly, relishing the feel and taste of the girl almost as much as she relished the feel of Bella's body as it completely relaxed into the mattress and began to grind on her thigh insistently. She dragged eager, wet lips to Bella's left breast, kissing every inch of the soft curve at the bottom before moving up to the hard, pink nipple.
"Bella," Rosalie moaned her name, peppering the bud with much smaller, light kisses as she asked her "Tell me what this feels like, does this feel good?" She immediately encircled the hardened bud with her plump lips, drawing it deep into a soft, wet mouth, kissing it as slowly and deeply as she would the smaller girl's mouth, tongue rubbing and thrusting with each drive of her thigh lower down.
"Oh God," Bella moaned, twitching as Rosalie's swollen lips consumed her sensitive point. "It feels so hot, and wet, and it's making my stomach wrap around itself. Oh God Rosalie, it's sending…ugh," she groaned as Rosalie let her teeth slightly graze the nipple as she pulled and exhaled heavily, the breath confined within her lips spreading heat everywhere. "Oh God Rosalie…Rose I feel like my insides are melting." Rosalie moaned into her breast, letting the vibrations of the noise tease the sensitive flesh, and her lips curved into a smile; she was never so lost in lust that she couldn't appreciate Bella's always interesting descriptive word choices.
Bella's wetness had long since spread past her lower lips, and Rosalie could feel liquid heat burning the skin of her thigh every time the wet skin hit the air. She began to trail her kisses lower, lifting her head up to breath "hold my hands" as she brought both up to massage Bella's breasts. Bella linked her fingers on top of Rosalie's own and helped them as they kneaded and rolled the tender flesh. Rosalie kissed down her soft, finely muscled abdomen, moving quickly to her destination before Bella could come down to earth enough to protest again.
She hovered over Bella's center and found her target easily, fully visible and engorged. Rosalie bent down and licked a clean line up Bella's slit before latching on to her clit, easily taking the hardened nub into her mouth, two swollen lips encircling as a hot tongue pressed flat on its top and a wet mouth sucked sensually. Bella moaned loud, almost screaming as Rosalie felt hands dig into the ones that the smaller girl held - the hands that were still kneading her sensitive breasts.
Rosalie began to moan loudly and purposefully as she sucked her sweet bud, rubbing her tongue in slow rhythm as the vibrations from her moans sent Bella's legs twitching. She buried her face and ran her tongue down to press inside Bella's tight opening, ensuring that the tight brunette was ready before bringing it back and again enveloping Bella's sensitive clit with her soft mouth. Rosalie wasn't naturally a noisy moaner (more of a heavy breather – a 'breathy moaner'), so she was careful to low and deep and loud into the hot flesh, vibrations pulsing and teasing the tight bundle of nerves over and over, all her movements still keeping in time and still at the same slow, purposeful pace. Bella moaned and breathed heavy, whispering Rosalie's nickname often as she writhed and twisted on the soft bed.
Rosalie broke one hand free of Bella's own and rubbed down the sensitive breast before bringing it under to cup Bella from behind so that she could pull the brunette into her in time with her other ministrations. Bella was now moaning with significant force, her hand squeezing Rosalie's harder and harder with each strong pull from the blonde's hot mouth. Rosalie dragged that hand down, rubbing Bella's stomach and thighs before she eased two fingers into her wet, tight hole, penetrating her gently. She marveled at how the soft walls immediately clamped down so tightly on her long digits, clenching and sucking they pulled and she pushed far inside.
Now without Rosalie's own to hold, Bella's hands first gripped the sheets violently, and then quickly dug into Rosalie's scalp. She tugged on the blonde's hair urgently, probably not even aware of what she was doing as she pulled Rosalie's her head into her center, forcing it down and even closer as the beautiful girl wriggled and writhed, moans having turned into yells, and only increasing in volume as Rosalie drove her fingers in at the same time as she rocked the girl's hips up and pressed her mouth down, pulling deeply on the hard point between her wet lips.
"Oh fuck, fuck, oh shit, oh fuck Rosalie, oh my god that feels good, oh shit, I'm going to come, fuck, FUCK, fuck, oh my god Rose I can't hold it, oh FUCK!" Bella's feet were pressed flat on the bed and she used the full force of her legs as she slammed her hips into Rosalie, groaning violently in an almost unrecognizably guttural tone as Rosalie pushed long fingers in deeper and sucked a twitching clit harder. She never increased the pace to the usual orgasmic frenzy; instead wanting to draw Bella's long and incredibly deep cum out of her by pressure and power rather than speed. Bella's inner walls clenched rapidly around her hand as Rosalie felt wetness all over both of them. Bella felt even tighter than she had the previous time, and her taste was so incredible, that more than a few "fucks" were moaned into Bella's sensitive pussy as Rosalie tasted and pulled and sucked deeply.
Bella moaned and spasmed for longer than Rosalie thought she'd ever made anyone go. When Rosalie finally decided to let her come down, she kept her fingers deep inside the smaller girl as she moved up and covered her soft body with her own.
Bella looked as dazed and high as she had the night before. She shifted slightly, her thigh accidentally pressing into Rosalie's center, and to the blonde's complete shock, she felt herself clench as small waves suddenly rushed through her. She couldn't believe it, but she'd come, just from simply going down on the beautiful girl.
What is she doing to me?
But Rosalie's thoughts were drowned out by Bella's sharp breaths and throaty tone as she gasped "how are you real, how is this real, how are you real, how is this real" over and over as she continued to hyperventilate and cling desperately to the blonde above her.
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TBC