Just a little something from Siobhan...
I still worried I would "squish" her.
I was stupid.
Rosalie panted and arched as I rubbed my fingers along her slit, our thighs spread wide by her need.
"Touch me," she purred.
My belly made it awkward to reach straight down; time and experience taught me angles that worked better for us until it was almost effortless.
Two fingers slid into her as I leaned over to kiss unpainted lips swollen from my kisses.
"My beautiful Rose." My voice was a broken sigh as I watched her passion reach a crescendo. Glossy red nails dug into her hair, my arms, and then settled for kneading my breasts as she tried to ground herself from the pleasure I gave.
I didn't care that my hand ached and my arm was tired, my thumb and fingers worked inside and on her clit until she went rigid with a soft moan, thighs locked around my wrist to hold me still.
My lover pulled me down atop her and purred against my neck, a soft chortle of contentment as she nuzzled beneath my ear. "That's three this morning. Are you trying to keep me in bed all day?"
I hummed my agreement as I stroked sweat-dampened hair from her forehead. "Yes, but I should probably get off you so you can breathe."
"I can breathe just fine. I want you here." The sleepy burr in her voice became an angry whisper as she pulled my hair back in her fist and sucked down my breast, leaving a line of pink until she reached my nipple and delivered a sharp nip.
I yelped even as I bucked my hips into hers.
"Mine." Rosalie pushed with her legs, rubbing her heat against mine. "I love you just the way you are. I wouldn't change an inch of you. You're soft, powerful, and feel like the finest silk beneath my hands." Tickling fingers rubbed my hips and moved around to stroke my stomach. "My goddess. My lover. My partner. My wife."
Her fingers moved to pull my hand to hers and kiss the ring she'd put there last year.