[Disclaimer] Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I just like to mess around with her characters and turn them into lesbians.
[A/N] Happy Thanksgiving to all my American readers.
15
I rested my head against Isabella's shoulder. I was glowing with heat, and the cooler temperature of her skin was soothing. I stroked the skin above her cleavage. Her breasts were fuller than mine. The flesh was white, icy and so beautiful; it hurt to look but not touch. I wanted to feel it. I needed to feel it. My hand tingled as it moved lower to cup her right breast. She moaned. Her sounds of pleasure encouraged me to keep going.
My thumb brushed over the rosy peak of her breast. It hardened right away under my caress. With a sigh, I lowered my mouth to the stony tip and started sucking.
"Harder," Isabella groaned. "Suck harder. Yes, like this. You are making me feel so good."
Her hands fisted into my hair. The grip of her hand was very tight. It was like she was using all the strength she had in herself to keep me right there. I sucked harder. Her nipple was cold and hard. It was making my tongue begin to feel numb. I flicked its tip around her nipple. Her body was magnificent. With my left hand I massaged her other breast. She shuddered, when I dared to tug gently on its nipple. I grazed my tongue around it and Isabella whimpered.
"Please touch me." She demanded, taking my hand in hers. Isabella kissed each of my fingertips before guiding my hand between her legs. Down here she was a bit warmer. Her mound and nether lips were very slick with arousal. I shifted, sitting up straight. My left hand was busy fondling her glorious breasts, while my right one was being held at the wrist. Again Isabella's grip was a bit too tight. She was going to leave a bruise on me if she kept holding me with a vice grip. I wanted her to hold me even tighter.
When I started moving my fingers through her wet folds, her grip lessened to finally let go completely. Instead she pressed her hand against her mouth, suffocating the sounds of pleasure from her lips.
I explored her thoroughly. The short hair that covered her mound was rougher than the silky tresses on her head, but of a similar reddish-brown color. I tugged on it, and she sucked in her breath. I dipped my forefinger between her slit and moved it upwards. Then, I used one hand to hold her open while the fingers of the other one caressed the inside of her folds. She was so soft here. The moist skin was sensitive to the touch. I tried to find that spot at the top of her sex. When she arched her back and tensed up her knees, I knew I had found her pleasure spot. I rubbed it. First, I stroked her with the tip of my middle finger, and then I massaged the sensitive nub between two fingers. I could feel her pulsing under my touch. Her body liked me touching it, and I loved exploring its reactions to my caresses.
"Can I kiss you?" I whispered. "Like you kissed me? Down there?" My face felt like it had been set on fire. I was glowing with heat. Pleasuring Isabella was thrilling to me. I wanted to make her feel as good as she had made me feel. I wanted her to experience that blissful lust she had given to me earlier. I had no idea how to do it, and I didn't want to come off silly by asking for directions. Back in my room at home, she had told me to just do what felt natural. This here couldn't be any other. "May I?" I repeated my question, letting my fingertips glide though her moist center.
Isabella groaned. "Oh please, my Alice." She stroked my hair, pushing a sweaty curl off of my forehead. "I wish nothing more than to feel your hot tongue against my puss now."
She leaned back against the headboard and closed her eyes. Her chest heaved in deep breaths. I pushed her pale thighs apart, taking my time to caress their insides for a few minutes. Isabella groaned in frustration. She was getting impatient with need.
I lowered my mouth and kissed her right beneath her belly button. My tongue swiped around the skin. It was so smooth. I loved the way she smelled. I was mesmerized by the way she felt against my mouth. I circled a little heart shape on her left hipbone before eventually moving lower.
Her scent was even more alluring between Isabella's thighs. I touched my closed lips against her flesh, giving her a first chaste kiss. She groaned my name and when I inhaled again, the musky scent was too irresistible to hold back any longer.
My tongue lapped on her. Slow at first. I had no idea how to do this. The taste was even better than the scent. This had to be what it was like to get drunk. I kissed and licked, feeling myself getting warmer and tingle. I had my tongue hard and flat, flicking it fast against the sensitive area at the top of her sex.
I panted. It was difficult to keep breathing while my face was pressed between her legs. Isabella fisted her hand into my hair. My scull prickled. I didn't stop though. I couldn't stop. It was like I was in some sort of frenzy. Her moans drummed in my ears. Then, I could feel a bigger wave of sweet wetness gushing into my mouth. My insides vibrated. I panted helplessly against her mound while she held my head in a tight grip.
I had done it. I had given Isabella the same pleasures she had given to me. I leaned my head against her thigh, feeling too dizzy to sit up now. "Oh, Isabella, you will be the death of me."
The last thing I heard was the light sound of her laughter before everything went dark around me.