Ownership: Nothing but the story.
A/N: This chapter is just straight smut. Nothing more. So don't read ahead if you're not into that. It was actually originally part of the next chapter, but finishing the whole thing will take more time and I didn't want to make everyone wait too long for an update. So yup, this is just straight-up dirty smut. I'll update again as soon as I finish. Thank you so very much for the reviews, they're amazing to receive. Oh and PS the Carlyle is a real hotel; I should have picked another one, I (stupidly) didn't even make the Twilight connection when I wrote it in. In hindsight, I do recognize how lame using the "Carlyle" hotel is. I'm sorry, it's the closest nice hotel to their apartment building, I just wasn't thinking…
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Rosalie had tried to keep things tender, and gentle, and affectionate – she really had. When Bella began to kiss her in the elevator on the way up to their room at the Carlyle, Rosalie's only intention had been to make love to her. As much as she'd mentally cringed at her internal usage of the much-loathed verb, she knew that it truly was exactly what she'd wanted to do; to make love to her gorgeous girlfriend; to show Bella just how much she cared; just how much she loved the incredible girl.
But as soon as those elevator doors shut, Bella had, for all intents and purposes, basically attacked her, and Rosalie's plans were forcibly abandoned.
She'd slammed Rosalie against the back wall immediately, and began to grope desperately at her breasts with one hand and rub her center aggressively with the other while she dominated the blonde with her insatiable lips and agile tongue. Rosalie groaned as Bella, within mere seconds of connecting their lips, had shoved her hand down and inside the waistband of Rosalie's pants and began to press evil fingers against her clit.
She moaned loudly as Bella's touch sent fire through her veins, and she returned Bella's frenzied kisses with equal intensity as the smaller girl pressed her into a corner and sucked the surprised blonde's wet, hot tongue ferociously.
Bella hooked a leg behind Rosalie's knee and dug short nails into her scalp as she used her hips to power her fingers into the drenched center of Rosalie's boy shorts, rocking and grinding in fervent tempo.
"God Rosalie, you're so fucking sexy…"
The whimpered moans and rapid breaths that filled the small space were overwhelming; the dark eyes she'd catch glimpses of between kisses, the soft hair that tickled her face, and the unyielding, electric fingers that bore down on her hyper-sensitive nub – Rosalie felt lightheaded; woozy.
Bella was making her dizzy.
She cried out desperately when Bella skimmed past her fuchsia boyshorts and slipped right down into her soaked folds. Coffee colored spheres gaped at Rosalie as the blonde's rosy mouth parted at the sensation of Bella's fingers probing into her wetness as they ran the length.
Bella's fingers were still somewhat cool from the frigid temperatures of the November night, and Rosalie quivered as they dipped shallowly into her center, toying with the tight opening before dragging back up and painting her clit with her juices.
"Fuck Rose, you're so wet for me," Bella groaned before sliding her tongue back into Rosalie's panting mouth.
Dirty-talking Bella was even more difficult to refuse than usual, and it took every ounce of will-power Rosalie possessed to pull away and gasp for air.
"Slow down Bella, we have all night and-"
"Shut up Rose, I don't care." Bella drove her point home with a strong thrust as the lights on the side panel indicated that the old elevator was slowly approaching the eighth floor.
Bella had been playing with her in one way or another since early in the taxi ride, and having already been wound up since the backyard, Rosalie wasn't now sure if she could last much longer with two, then three of Bella's perfect fingers stroking and massaging the length of her slit, spreading her wetness and then suddenly rubbing feverishly on her slickened clit. She wrapped one of Rosalie's endlessly long, slender legs around her waist, spreading the blonde apart.
Rosalie felt herself collapse into the smaller girl as she panted and whimpered embarrassingly.
"Bella, you know I can't control myself if-"
"I said shut up, I don't want you to control yourself" Bella growled, another intonation of her voice that she'd begun to master as she reached behind them and stopped the elevator.
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Bella tugged at the buttons on Rosalie's already un-done grey double-faced cashmere car coat before sliding her free hand back around the blonde's waist. She licked the length of her jaw provocatively and then met Rosalie's swollen lips in another bruising kiss. Her other hand was still hard at work rubbing Rosalie into a frenzy, and Rosalie could see white spots beginning to form at the corners of her eyes.
Bella's body was radiating warmth; her lips were ruthless; and she attacked the taller girl as if she hadn't seen her in years. Rosalie could feel the pad of Bella's middle finger right at the top of her nub, moving up and down in tiny, furious motions. All Rosalie could do in return was cling tightly to the impassioned brunette and weakly stroke the velvety tongue inside of her with her own.
"Rosalie, please can I?" Even Bella's panting voice could barely hold her attention.
Rosalie didn't have time to think; she only had time to want. So she nodded yes, and moaned louder than Bella had thought was possible from her formerly quiet blonde lover when Bella brought that middle finger down and joined it with her pointer, kissed Rosalie profoundly, and then plunged them both inside of her.
Rosalie was suddenly throbbing; she began pulsing in a matter of only a few deep thrusts, and was only slightly able to move her hips to meet Bella's fingers as she started to come.
She broke from Bella's ravenous lips and dropped her head heavily onto the gorgeous brunette's slim shoulder as she removed a shaky hand from its spot clutching Bella's back and brought it between them. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Rosalie must have known that they couldn't keep the elevator paused much longer without alerting the concierge, and she needed to finish. But she certainly wasn't conscious of this thought at the time.
All she knew was that she wanted her lips on Bella's neck, and Bella's palm on her clit as the girl fucked her.
Rosalie pressed her face into the tangle of silken hair and skin and began to kiss the sensitive spot behind Bella's ear as she covered the hand inside of her with her own, pressed Bella's palm into her clit and rubbed on it. And she pressed Bella's palm in hard.
And almost immediately, something released in the most incredible way and Rosalie's vision went white.
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"Bella," Rosalie whispered between pants; waves of crazy, pleasurable tension still releasing. Bella's mouth was at her ear now, and the smaller girl was whispering to Rosalie as she came down, telling her different iterations of how beautiful she was and how she made Bella feel. She'd lost her sense of time, but knew that Bella had been holding her and whispering like this for at least a few minutes already.
Upon hearing Rosalie's voice, Bella smugly hummed "mmm hmm?"
"I can't move yet, you have to start the elevator so we don't get busted…" Rosalie twitched yet again and clutched her girlfriend even tighter. Bella pulled her off of the wall and walked backwards while holding her until the brunette's own back was pressed against the button panel. Rosalie opened her eyes just enough to find the appropriate button, and with a jolt the elevator resumed its progress towards the eight floor.
"I've never actually stopped an elevator before, Bella, I didn't even know that worked" she breathed before mustering every ounce of wobbly strength she had to keep her head off of Bella's shoulder and kiss her gently.
She was surprised when Bella pushed her off slightly after only a few seconds.
"Oh I don't think so…" Bella's tone was devious; maybe even a little dangerous.
Rosalie snapped immediately to full-attention. Bella suddenly grabbed her by the collar and yanked her in violently. The blonde gasped as a familiar, urgent tongue forced its way back into her still-panting mouth and hips began grinding on her again. She started to pull away, but Bella's hands caught her by the back of the head and pulled them together even harder.
Rosalie could feel her heart thumping and her core winding back up. Bella was being very aggressive.
"Bella, what are you-"
"I said shut up, Rose." Bella growled the words into her mouth and ground her center onto Rosalie's thigh. Suddenly, Rosalie felt a twinge of pain as Bella's perfect teeth clamped down on her bottom lip.
"Bella," Rosalie moaned. "Don't do that with me, I can't control myself if you don't stop." Rosalie wasn't kidding. Bella didn't know what she was getting into. She didn't want Bella to know how much her aggression turned her on. How easily she bounced back after she came. How desperately she wanted to fuck her senseless when Bella behaved like this and how nervous she was that she'd scare Bella if she did. Her gorgeous, delicate, breakable Bella.
Who, at this moment, wasn't acting delicate or breakable in the slightest.
"I told you," Bella was now full-on snarling. "Shut up Rosalie, I don't care. I just want you to fuck me."
She bit Rosalie's lip again.
Rosalie realized that contrary to what she'd previously believed, Bella knew exactly what she was getting into.
Rosalie grabbed the smaller girl by the waist and lifted her up, turning and throwing her into the wall that her own back had previously been pressed against. She quickly undid the brass buttons on Bella's pea coat and yanked the zipper of her hooded sweater down, groaning with need as Bella pressed into her so forcefully that it almost hurt. Bella was panting, her eyes deeply lidded but still hyper-alert and watching Rosalie intently as she inhaled sharply.
Rosalie lunged in like she was going to kiss Bella hard, and watched as Bella's eyes, which had immediately squeezed shut in anticipation, opened curiously when their lips did not connect.
"Thumper," Rosalie breathed and used her strong hands to still Bella's thrusting hips as she gazed at her fondly. "You're a very aggressive little baby rabbit and I love it more than you can possibly fathom, but let's get to the room first, okay?" She gently put the smaller girl down and embraced her, pressing light kisses into her soft hair.
Instead of being upset, Bella just returned the hug with equal warmth. She stood on her tip-toes and nuzzled Rosalie's ear affectionately.
Rosalie loved how easily Bella adapted to her feelings and moods. Or more like their feelings and moods when it came to sex. They were so in-sync it was getting kind of disgusting…
"I love you, Rosie," Bella whispered before kissing her tenderly.
"Me too," Rosalie murmured back.
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The familiar "ding" of the elevator indicated that they'd arrived at their floor, and Bella giggled as Rosalie scooped her up and carried her off the elevator and towards the room. One of Bella's hands had made its way under Rosalie's soft cream sweater and was now tweaking her nipples through a flimsy fuchsia lace bra as Rosalie stumbled towards the door of suite 801.
"God Rosalie, your breasts are so fucking perfect, I just want to lick every inch of them and then suck on your nipples until you scream my name…" Bella bit into Rosalie's neck from her position slightly above Rosalie as she straddled the blonde and then sucked hungrily the mark she'd made, the pain of the brand sending yet another current of lust coursing through the model's bloodstream.
"Jesus Bella, what has gotten into mmmmm –" Bella was now soothing the tiny wound with wet kisses and gentle nips.
Her lips suddenly felt like lightening again. Rosalie had no idea how the two of them could go back and forth from tender moments to raw, unadulterated need in the span of mere seconds. But right now, she didn't really care.
Rosalie put Bella down in front of the door, and let the girl drag her into another heated kiss as she slipped the key card into the lock.
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Once inside, Bella didn't even bother to take in the room; a beautiful, only slightly modest suite with elegant dark wood period furniture, an incredibly extravagant king-sized bed, and a superb view of Central Park. Rosalie had been staying in this specific room on and off since she was fifteen on the occasional night during the winter where she just needed to be by herself but snow made it too difficult to get downtown.
Instead, Bella raced through the door, tossed her coat and Rosalie's onto a loveseat, and grabbed the nearest chair she could find. It was a small, armless Edwardian desk chair that sat low to the ground, and she pushed Rosalie down into a seated position on it as soon as the blonde had set the top lock on the door.
Rosalie smirked, able to muster at least a trace of a seductive smile despite the lust that had completely over-ridden her, as Bella stepped back a few paces and began to strip, her almost-jet black eyes never leaving Rosalie's now dark emerald ones. She kicked off her converse easily and bit her lip temptingly as she pulled down her jeans and threw her faded red t-shirt in a corner, revealing her insanely sexy, slender body.
Rosalie ran fingers through flaxen locks, blowing a few stray pieces out of her face as she draped her statuesque figure over the small chair and watched her implausibly beautiful girlfriend tease her from a few feet away. Her seductive smirk quickly faded into a look of pure adoration as Bella shook out her unruly, shining hair and grinned sheepishly at Rosalie.
But the delighted smile gracing her refined features soon darkened into a sinful smolder. Rosalie thought she might drop dead as she watched Bella trail two fingers down to the center of her dampened light pink thong and begin to rub herself, eyes still fixed on Rosalie's with a look that suddenly was almost feral. The taller girl felt a growl form within the depths of her throat.
Rosalie began to undo the tab of her own slim cropped grey pants, but Bella darted in and caught her hands.
"Ah ah ah," she chided. "That's MY job." Rosalie hissed as Bella's hands, suddenly cool again, ran down her legs as she pulled the garment off of the blonde and then grasped her by the thighs and spread her open.
Bella's auburn hair was wild and her eyes even more so as she once again sat down on Rosalie's lap and straddled her. This seemed to be her position of choice tonight, and Rosalie wasn't complaining at all.
Rosalie shivered as warm, soft flesh met her own, and she pulled Bella in by the small of her back, kissing her slower but just as intently as the smaller girl pulled her sweater up. They broke away briefly so that Bella could bring it over Rosalie's head, and then connected again, both girls now reduced to only their bras and underwear.
Rosalie cupped Bella's cheeks greedily and exhaled sharply as she brought their lips together again, and Bella purred into her as their tongues began to stroke and thrust in delicious rhythm. Bella's tongue felt so forceful, so hot, and wet, and needy, but still so rhythmic. Even in desperation, neither girl ever kissed or touched the other too erratically. There was always some intent, some sense of timing to their movements.
Timing that felt fucking incredible.
Bella seemed to slow for a second as she pressed her almost naked body flush against Rosalie's and pushed her into the back of the chair. It was low enough to the ground that Bella's feet still rested flat on the floor despite the height her spot on Rosalie's lap added, and Bella used the leverage to grind intentionally into the blonde, whose own breath was speeding up again.
Rosalie was speechless; she felt like she was in a trance. She reached behind Bella's back and unclasped her bra, and whimpered as her beautiful, creamy breasts were released. She hadn't seen them yet, as she was still locked in a passionate kiss, but Rosalie could feel them against her skin, and her whimpering only increased as Bella moaned into her mouth while flicking off Rosalie's own bra so that their nipples finally grazed each other's hot flesh.
Rosalie enfolded Bella in her arms and pulled her in as tightly as she could, giving in to the sudden desire to try to consume the smaller girl. She needed her so badly; so badly that she felt frightened.
This unexpected and very strange feeling that tugged her heart in a direction away from pure, simple lust caused Rosalie to break away from their kiss.
She looked at Bella, marveling at her porcelain skin and incredibly full, pink lips. Bella's suddenly shy smile only magnified the strange tugging.
"Bella, I'm so…" Rosalie couldn't finish her sentence. Bella leaned in and brushed her lips against Rosalie's gently, breathing "it's okay, it's okay…" How on earth did Bella know?
"I'm just so, God you're so," Rosalie bit her lip and Bella inhaled sharply. Her newly acquired habit was more useful than she'd anticipated, as the slight pain of the nip helped Rosalie retain a modicum of focus and composure. And as Bella groaned, Rosalie realized that biting her lip also seemed to have the same effect on Bella as the beguiling girl's habit had on her.
Bella reached out and ran her thumb tenderly along Rosalie's jaw, gazing at Rosalie adoringly. They'd somehow managed another switch, and were now back to slow, deliberate movements and intense gazes. Bella's skin felt so soft; the pad of the thumb that pressed against the sculpted contour was so soft – it was overwhelming, as usual.
"Hey," Bella dropped down and pressed her forehead against Rosalie's. Although she was mere inches away, Rosalie hadn't yet tried to touch her in her most intimate area, and she briefly wondered why. But Bella's loving gaze brought her back into the moment.
"You okay?" She whispered as she ran her other hand through silky blonde tresses. Rosalie gulped.
"Yeah, it's just, I feel all these crazy things for you, and you, almost naked, straddling me on a chair, it's like, I can't even tell you how many times I've pictured this…" Rosalie whispered, relishing the sensation of Bella's hot breath puffing on her lips as from only inches away.
"You have?" Bella asked sweetly, now stroking the shell of Rosalie's ear with her thumb. She quickly leaned in and kissed Rosalie softly before pulling back. "Really?" She breathed, tone slightly amazed.
"Yeah, since, God, like MONTHS before you actually even kissed me…" Rosalie couldn't muster a smile; she was too enraptured by the incredible beauty in front of her. She began to caress the delicate skin of Bella's back slowly, her long, elegant fingers ghosting up and down as she leaned in and pressed a kiss of her own to Bella's glistening lips.
"You've wanted me for that long?" Bella's whisper was barely audible, but now she sounded unquestionably astonished. Rosalie simply nodded, her eyes betraying her sudden neediness.
God, she would do anything not to lose Bella now that she'd found her.
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Rosalie expected another soft kiss after her admition, and was surprised when Bella suddenly grabbed her roughly by the hair and crashed their lips together. She began to grind into Rosalie feverishly, and dropped a hand to wrestle Rosalie's boyshorts off before the blonde even had time to register that she was no longer pulling her hair.
The room was dark; the only light came from the entranceway, but that was exactly where Bella sat on top of Rosalie on the small chair, and Rosalie could see everything. She lifted her hips and let Bella pull her underwear off, and didn't even realize that Bella had taken her own off as well until she felt an incredible wetness and heat rubbing against her stomach.
Bella clawed at her arms, digging her nails in, and Rosalie's brain suddenly went black.
"Jesus Rosalie, mmm please, fuck me right now," Bella demanded more than asked before shoving her tongue into the blonde's mouth.
Rosalie could barely keep up. The heat of Bella's pussy pressing into her stomach had her head swimming. Her last coherent thought formed, and she pulled away and panted "don't you need me to get you ready or anythi-"
"Fuck no, can you feel how wet I am for you?" Bella literally snarled as she raked her nails over Rosalie's sides and up her back. "I've been wet like this since you first walked into the backyard tonight, oh please Rosie, please fuck me, please do it, I need you inside of me now, I need to feel you, please-"
No more thoughts invaded Rosalie's mind. She cut Bella off as she pulled her in tightly with her left hand and plunged two fingers on her right deep into Bella's pussy. The smaller girl actually screamed and immediately began to pant. Rosalie pulled almost all the way out and penetrated her again even deeper, burying her fingers far inside of her and continuing this movement as Bella began to moan repeatedly.
Bella was jerking erratically, breathing hard and moving too much for Rosalie to really establish a pace, so Rosalie stilled her hips with her left hand and held Bella down, letting the girl simply feel how deep inside of her the blonde's fingers were. Bella moaned as Rosalie began to palm her clit.
"Put your feet on the floor and use your legs baby…" Thank God Bella was too aroused to focus on her words, because Rosalie was absolutely mortified that she'd actually just called her "baby," even if it was only whispered. Rosalie Hale did not do terms of endearment. She prayed Bella hadn't heard.
But whether or not she had, Bella listened to her directions, and slowly began to lift herself up as she rested her upper arms on Rosalie's shoulders and let her hands dangle somewhere behind the blonde. Rosalie leaned, in her rich, currently emerald eyes gazing at Bella with pure devotion, and pressed a gentle kiss to Bella's puffy pink lips. She felt Bella sigh loudly into her mouth and collapse into her somewhat.
Bella kept her forehead pressed against Rosalie's as she began to ride her fingers, using her legs to control her own pace. They stared deeply into each other, eyes no more than an inch apart. "That's it my love, just like that," Rosalie purred softly in encouragement.
Bella's center was so fucking hot and so incredibly wet, but somehow also so insanely tight, that Rosalie couldn't stop herself from uttering "you feel so good baby, so fucking tight and good." Her words must have sparked something in Bella, because the slender brunette groaned "more" and began to kiss Rosalie delicately between moans. Rosalie easily slid a third finger into her dripping center, and twitched involuntarily just from the sensation of it herself at the same time that Bella gasped at the added pressure and began to ride her harder.
They continued this way for a while, arms wrapped, foreheads pressed, breaths heavy, eyes locked and breaking only occasionally to kiss lightly or when Bella's lids squeezed shut from the pleasure Rosalie's fingers gave her as Bella's pussy brought her in deeper and deeper. "Fuck, how are your fingers so long?" Bella moaned at one point, and Rosalie had never been more grateful to be blessed with the combination of elegant, slender bone structure, twenty-one years of forced piano lessons, and unusual double joints than she was in that moment. She knew she could get deeper inside of Bella than almost any other woman, and she purred in appreciation for Bella's breathy comment.
The clenching of those incredibly snug, soft walls, combined with the friction they both felt from the base of Rosalie's hand as it rubbed against both their clits, was driving the blonde to her own climax, and after enough time watching Bella bounce hypnotically up and down on her, Rosalie knew she couldn't take it much longer.
She had to watch the girl come. There was nothing more arousing to her in the entire world.
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Rosalie curled the middle finger buried deep inside and pressed in when Bella rode up enough for her to touch that elusive, spongy spot.
"Oh FUCK!" Bella shouted as Rosalie's finger made contact. Rosalie felt the smaller girl's body spasm, and Bella's eyes squeezed tightly shut as she struggled to regain her rhythm, only to lose it once more as soon as she dropped back down and Rosalie hit it again.
"FUCK," Bella breathed, quieter this time. "Is that what that is, Rosie?" Rosalie bit her lip and nodded, knowing exactly what she was asking. Bella lifted up slower, and her eyes rolled back as Rosalie rubbed across it again. She could feel the brunette's legs getting weak. "Oh God, Rosalie, I can't hold myself up if you do that, but it feels so good, I need it, I'm so close…"
Rosalie already knew she was close; Bella had been "close" for ten minutes already, but Rosalie had expertly controlled the girl's sensations enough to build something bigger. Bella had already begged her over and over to finish her, but Rosalie refused.
"Bella, don't worry, listen, I'm going to make you come harder than you ever have before, just listen to me," Rosalie crooned her words as Bella jerked and shivered again from the curled finger. She tried to nod. "I'll guide your hips, okay, but even if you feel like your legs are going to collapse, I want you to keep going. Find the spot where you feel me hitting it the most, and then ride me as fast as you can, but don't move up and down very far so I can keep hitting it. I'll do the rest, okay?"
"Fuck, I can't do it, I'm going to come any second," Bella's walls were beginning to pulse and contract again. "God you feel so good inside of me, oh God Rose, oh you make me feel so fucking good…"
"I can make you feel even better, just don't stop, even if you can barely stand, do you want to try it?" Bella gasped and shook as Rosalie curled her finger even more.
"Okay…" Bella started to move faster, but her legs were wobbly.
"Baby lean your hips forward into me a little so I can hit it more…"
"Rosie I can't…" Bella groaned. Her walls were pulsing harder now. Rosalie held her firmly with a strong left arm despite the sweat that coated both of their bodies. She began to move Bella up and down, exactly where she wanted her, relishing the feel of Bella's body as the girl held onto her desperately almost as much as she reveled in the feeling of her core as she contracted and spasmed around Rosalie's hand.
She started to move Bella harder and faster, knowing how crucial it was not to let the smaller orgasms take over.
Rosalie was rewarded with a scream as she pumped in and out of the gorgeous girl, one finger never quite leaving that elusive nerve bundle.
"Oh FUCK, oh FUCK," Bella did her best to move as she screamed, the pad of Rosalie's finger pressing harder and harder into her g-spot as Bella's tiny movements helped her rub it up and down. Rosalie used all of her strength to keep Bella moving as she whispered "don't stop Bella, that's good, that's perfect, you're doing perfect, don't stop baby…"
"ROSE ROSE ROSE, I'm already coming, FUCK, ROSE, ROSE ROSE," sweat poured down Bella's flushed cheeks as she bucked and Rosalie kept her moving up and down. Only the whites of her eyes were visible now as she screamed Rosalie's name, but Rosalie wouldn't let her stop. Fingernails had long since broken the skin where they'd found purchase on Rosalie's back, but the pain was heavenly. Bella's head fell to her shoulder and Rosalie shivered as she felt warm, swollen lips rest on the skin of her neck and feverish breaths envelop every inch they met in heat and tingles. Rosalie willed herself to stay focused on the girl, and returned her concentration to the spongy, rough patch she pressed and rubbed furiously. She gasped as Bella screamed her name even louder. As she bounced a severely weakened Bella up and down on top of her, she knew from the girl's hyperventilations that she would have to stop soon.
"Rose, I can't feel my legs, I can't feel my arms, I'm on fire, holy shit oh FUCK what are you doing to me, oh my god this feels so fucking good…" Liquid was gushing past Rosalie's fingers and all over her hand.
"Its okay baby, almost there…" Rosalie crooned.
"FUCK, ROSE!" Bella was no longer moving now, completely collapsed on top of her, and Rosalie thought for a second that she should stop for good, but the frantic voice said otherwise.
"I can't fucking move ugh GOD don't stop ugh something, mmm mmm mmm, something's going to happen oh God Rose Rose Rose Rose," Rosalie's six sense somehow guided her movements, and despite the fact that everything in Bella's body, every spasm and contraction and shake told her that she was done, Rosalie knew that she wasn't.
She leaned back and slouched down far enough that she was sure Bella wouldn't fall if she didn't hold her for a second, and as her fingers continued to torture her g-spot, Rosalie dipped her other hand between them and readied herself.
"Rose Rose Rose Rose Rose Rose Rose Rose," Rosalie ignored the chanting and the delicious tingle of the heavy breath upon her, and turned her head to access Bella's neck.
Suddenly, she felt the elusive twitch she'd been looking for.
In one quick movement, Rosalie simultaneously dragged her nail across Bella's spongy spot, pinched and then rolled Bella's clit firmly between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand, and bit her neck hard enough to almost break the skin.
"FFFUUUCCCKKK!"
Bella's scream pierced her eardrum, and Rosalie quickly pulled out and caught the girl before she completely slid off her body and onto the floor.
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She held Bella for fifteen minutes, nuzzling her and caressing her, tracing soothing patterns on her back, and stroking her messy brown locks as she eased the exhausted girl down. Five minutes into it, Bella was finally able to form one sentence; "do you love me, Rose?"
And Rosalie couldn't help but reply with a breathy "yes."
After murmuring a barely audible "I love you," herself, Bella didn't speak again for another ten minutes; she just lay wrapped in Rosalie's arms, face buried in pale, flaxen hair and breath slowly returning to normal as she planted occasional soft, tender kisses in the crook of her girlfriend's neck and sighed contentedly.
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TBC
*More plot soon, just hang in there. I couldn't bear to skip this scene, sorry.