Chapter 15
You put a spell on me
You know I can't help myself when you ask tenderly, If I'd dim the lights as your hand brushes me, And the floor swallows your clothes, And your silhouette puts on a show, You put a spell on me, I'm losing my mind… ~ Austin Giorgio
~ Isabella ~
"Are you okay? Was it, was it good?" Isabella turned to face the blonde, her dark gold eyes the colour of shiny brass, her blonde hair slightly mussed reflected the moonlight from the uncovered large window to their right.
But it was the uncertain, almost timid smile etched on her angelic face, the slight nibble on her lower lip, that had Isabella's breath hitching in her throat like a silly fool. She looks beautiful like this, she thought wistfully.
"Good?" Isabella laughed humourlessly and leaned further into the hard body beside her, "it was fucking transcendent " she pecked a chaste kiss to the woman's parted mouth. A small smile slipped onto Rosalie's face and Isabella lightly kissed the corner of her mouth for good measure, feeling utterly unable to resist the urge to do so.
"Oh, that's – that's, good, I didn't hurt you did I?" Isabella shook her head and absently drew a little heart on Rosalie's arm as she tried to collect herself.
The sudden change from Rosalie's thus far prickly and distanced attitude to an almost bashful and uncertain demeanour was a pleasant surprise to Isabella. It was surprisingly cute, she wanted to know more of what lay beneath her icy exterior, and this thought unnerved her immeasurably.
She caught herself smiling at the woman before she quickly wiped the foolish thing from her face at Rosalie's puzzled expression. Which rested somewhere between ' what's wrong with her?' to 'has she been fucked so thoroughly that she's lost her damn marbles?'. Which, fair enough.
Feeling like a teenager with a crush instead of the twenty-four year old (technically the forty four year old – discounting Orion's extensive existence, of course) woman she actually was, Isabella used her free hand to run through her tangled hair and winced at several intervals as she did so. She decided to put her strange emotions down to the amazing sex and its afterglow.
"There's that word again…" Isabella teased with a lingering kiss to Rosalie's exposed collarbone, " good" Isabella whispered against the cool flesh and she physically felt Rosalie's low chuckle against her lips.
"Rose…" she kissed her again, her hand hand a mind of its own as it glided around Rosalie's body and began stroking her lower back.
"Hmm?" Rosalie rested her head back against the headboard as her fingers resumed the feather light tickles along Isabella's bear arms and shoulder-blades.
"I'd really love to return the favour, if you're in to it?" Isabella said with a wink. Rosalie stiffened slightly, her ministrations pausing as she did so – it was all so slight and quick that a human would've missed it.
Luckily, Isabella was not human, merely playing the part of one, and so her heightened senses caught the sudden stiffness of Rosalie's body. Isabella pulled away slightly and Rosalie averted her gaze, she absently curled a strand of blonde hair between her fingers and smiled warmly at the vampire. "It's okay, princess, again, there's no pressure" her smile was genuine.
"I want to, but-" Rosalie all but whispered and Isabella tasted the briefest hint of shame emanating from her beautiful companion.
It was not something she expected to sense, however brief and it made her… uncomfortable. There was a wrongness to it that unsettled her.
Why would she feel such a terrible emotion in her presence? Had she done something to upset the vampire? She frantically attempted to think on her actions, her mind playing over what she'd said and done on a reparative loop.
Her anxiety was skyrocketing before she swallowed the lump in her throat, recognising that this was perhaps not about her – which upset her differently, for reasons she hadn't the time to comprehend. She decided the best course of action was to be as supportive as possible. To simply listen if that's what Rosalie needed.
"Care to elaborate?" She asked evenly, her tone open and her eyes kind. Rosalie faced her, but she didn't move the hand that'd been twirling the blonde locks, instead she looped said strand of silky blonde hair behind Rosalie's delicate pierced ear and stroked along her defined cheekbone before resting it gently in Rosalie's lap. The blonde for her part had remained entirely, eerily still, as only vampires could be.
Rosalie sighed deeply and she leaned her side more comfortably against Isabella's warmth. Isabella pointedly ignored the butterflies that fluttered happily in her stomach at the movement.
"Well, I don't really do this often…"
"- invite strangers to your bed?" Isabella interrupted with amusement in her eyes, Rosalie merely rolled her dark gold orbs and nodded with a slight grimace on her face. Isabella laughed breathily and quickly kissed the tip of her nose.
"Well, me either," Rosalie levelled a disbelieving look at the her, her perfect plump lips pursed, yet they quirked at the corners as the blonde fought the urge to smile. Isabella swatted her forearm playfully "rude!" She shook her head as Rosalie shrugged before the blonde kissed her cheek and all was forgiven.
"I don't like… this is silly, you're basically a stranger!" Rosalie muttered, frustration in her gold eyes. Isabella gave her a reassuring smile.
"Okay how about this, I'll suggest things and you can nod when you might like to try it with me?" Rosalie closed her eyes and nodded slowly. Isabella slid her hand over the blondes own and laced their fingers together. She squeezed once. 'I'm here' the action said. Or she hoped so anyway.
"Do you enjoy oral?" Rosalie took a few seconds before she finally nodded, and she swore the vampire would be ten shades to sunset if she were human.
She briefly imagined Rosalie as a human. What did she look like? – sun kissed skin all flushed with pink cheeks, freckles dusted alone her nose, a sweet vulnerable smile etched on her pretty tan face. The image warmed Isabella's heart and she squeezed her hand again . 'You are safe', the second squeeze said.
"Touching your clit?" Rosalie nodded slightly, "penetration?" Rosalie stiffened. "Okay, good. Um, oh yeah, what about butt stuff?"
Rosalie suddenly guffawed, the unexpected sound had Isabella pausing, the smile on her face morphed into one of wonder as she watched the woman laughing with her head thrown back. The full bodied laugh vibrated from deep within the blondes throat and Isabella was momentarily swept away with the joyous sound, like how the birds' songs are swallowed by the sea on a windy day.
The sound left her in a sort of stupor, there she was half-laid naked on Rosalie's bed, clinging to the white sheet haphazardly pulled around her with her mouth hanging slightly open in wonder. The almost lyrical sound rang pleasantly in her ears, until a gentle nudge against her arm broke her from the spell that Rosalie's unexpected joy had cast.
"Be serious!" Rosalie said through bursts of giggles. Isabella blinked several times, as though she'd just awoken from one of the long stasis events that occurred during a memory transfer with Orion. Her friend had long since retreated in her mind, leaving her to her activities in peace, or she'd have asked them their thoughts on her odd behaviour.
"As a heart attack, princess" she half heartedly commented, as she playfully made a cross over her heart with her free hand. She greatly enjoyed the wry smile that soon slipped onto Rosalie's face as they both absorbed and enjoyed the easy banter between the pair.
In fairness, it was not easy to be open to a stranger – especially about sex to a stranger. But Isabella was a grown ass adult, and she recognised the importance of consent and communication in 2026. She long ago acknowledged that it might feel strange for the blonde, who'd confessed she was not accustomed to sleeping around, to openly talk about such private things.
Besides, she could only assume that Rosalie may be older than her appearance of about twenty-two-ish. She probably came from a time in which sex was more of a chore, a necessity to procreate and so women would not typically openly talk about what they wanted or liked with their partner.
Isabella was once again glad she was not from such a boring and backwards time. She enjoyed sex when she had the time for it, and because it was not a weekly or evenly monthly (or even annual) occurrence, she knew what she liked and she asked for it with a staggering 'no nonsense' attitude that startled some partners. Except for Kate, who'd been the vampire and friend she'd absorbed a lot of her own behaviour .
She wondered if Rosalie had suffered such an existence before her turning? Or even afterwards? Did she enjoy sex, who did she sleep with and what was up with her fluctuating displays in confidence during the act? For some reason, she wanted to know. She wanted to know when she was turned, under what circumstances, did she have a coven? What of her partners? Why did she live so far removed? Did something happen to her? Isabella sighed inwardly at her ridiculous spiralling. Why should I care about any of this! Rosalie is an adult and can do as she pleases and none of her life or afterlife is of any concern to me!
Rosalie's shy smile was closed mouthed as the blonde shamelessly stared openly at Isabella's breast that'd slipped from her loose grip on the silk sheet, as she was distracted by her rumination's. The vampire gently bit her bottom lip and Isabella's centre throbbed. Get it together, Isabella! You are not an amateur or an animal for stars sake! She chastised herself.
"Are you always this forward?" Rosalie asked, her flirtatious smile was radiant and definitely distracting.
"I am a woman who knows what she wants and likes, and I think it's important to know what my partner likes and what their boundaries are, to let them choose what parts of themselves they share with me – however, um brief" Isabella said gently. Rosalie's mouth dropped open before she nodded, a tender look crossed her face, and something else, something that felt like… gratitude.
"Thank you" Rosalie breathed, "not all share your approach, many see a pretty blonde girl that they want to sleep with and assume I'd be willing to add to their notches on their bedpost but I-," the woman cleared her throat "well, anyway " Isabella wanted to probe the blonde and she caught the frustrated growl in her throat. Instead, she opened her mouth and exhaled the long breath from her nose.
She slowly squeezed Rosalie's hand twice; 'I am here', 'you are safe'. It's all I can offer, a temporary crutch to lean on and it is not enough . She thought sadly.
Rosalie deserved so much more than she, or anyone else thus far in her life – however long that'd been – could offer her. Maybe someday someone – her mate possibly? – could give her what she needed and Isabella fought the tightness in her chest at the thought and the misery it caused her beating heart. Isabella impulsively kissed the back of Rosalie's soft hand, the vampire watched the action with curiosity over her hooded burning eyes.
"I know I don't really know you, regardless, you should always be given the opportunity and safety to ask for what you want Rose, and to change your mind." Isabella smiled and kissed her gently, "anyone offering anything less than that is not worth your time, which I you already know…" Isabella laughed nervously and gestured with her eyes to her state of dress, at the white sheet draped over her bare midriff. Rosalie smiled tightly but her face was so incredibly soft. "you deserve to be given the choice, princess" she squeezed her hand twice.
'I am here' the small gesture repeated, 'you are safe'. This vampire, this woman, deserved the fucking world, she knew it somehow, she knew it like she knew the earth was round and raced through the galaxies above chasing the a golden ball of fire with the same reckless abandonment that her pulse rattled in her neck.
Rosalie's tentative smile and shy uncertain exterior suddenly shattered before her very (wide) eyes and in their place, was the picture of a very hungry goddess. Pure undeniable hunger – so potent Isabella could practically taste it radiated from the vampire.
She knew instinctively that this sudden ravenous starvation was not for blood, or feeding, but for another kind of pleasure – Isabella's body . Isabella hoped this meant Rosalie had decided she'd allow Isabella to explore the blondes own luscious curves and heated centre.
The brunette wet her lips before Rosalie attacked them with her hungry mouth…
~
Vampires had very heightened senses and emotions, and the latter's sheer range and intensity rivalled most creatures that presently walked the earth, this much Isabella was certain. It came with her experience and expertise, of her studious studying of many of said creatures.
What was a mere kiss to mortals, however pleasant, felt like fireworks exploding in one's mouth to a vampire. Isabella would know, they are not good at controlling their emotions when experiencing such a wonderful sensation…
Rosalie kissed and nibbled at her lips, earlobe, and neck, pulling sensual moans from the brunette at every touch. She kissed her with a ferociousness like she'd never done before. Tiny fireworks exploded in their joined mouths, tongues battled for dominance. The blonde unknowingly projected her joy and excitement all the while, feeding into Isabella's already overwhelming aroused state.
Furthermore, the blood drinking creatures saw in a phenomenal blended kaleidoscope of colour and light, seeing even the most minute of details with the naked eye like a microscope from many distances away. For instance, they could clearly see a tiny bead of sweat as it crept inconspicuously down a warm, red face.
Rosalie wiped a tiny droplet of sweat from Isabella's temple, the pair sat upright together on the bed, Isabella between Rosalie's open legs. The vampire smiled like a feline as she tightly gripped some loose damp hair to tip Isabella's head to the side so she could lick from her jaw to her temple, all the while her devilish fingers pressed and moved fervently against her throbbing clit. Isabella gripped the sheets with everything she had as pleasure ricocheted through her in small sudden waves. Rosalie watched her in fascination. Projecting all her emotions which only added to Isabella's blissful state.
A vampires sense of smell was near incomprehensible, stronger than a sharks ability to smell blood from great miles away surrounded by blue ocean. Such that they could easily distinguish arousal from fear – a difficult thing (if not impossible) to do for most. The particular sense was only comparable to that of mammal shifters, particularly wolves. Arousal, when welcomed by a vampire, placed them into a near frenzied state. The only emotion close to this for a vampire, was the desire for blood. Desire and blood. Sex and food. Two things vampires loved above all else (besides their mate).
Rosalie growled into Isabella's throat as the brunette rocked desperately against her hard fingers, scenting Isabella's essence below her ear, the smell of their joined arousal causing the vampire to drop her free hand below her own waistline. Blackened eyes widened with lust as she rubbed herself simultaneously as she continued to fuck and buck herself against Isabella's wet core. Their combined smells and sounds lead them both into a near frenzy.
Vampires were stronger than diamonds, their skin near impenetrable. The venom coursing through their veins had beautifully crafted their bodies into apex predators, creatures of impossible strength and beauty. They appeared beautiful, and like moths to a flame, easily attracted their chosen pray.
"Yes, yes, harder baby, oh my…" Isabella chanted as the blonde picked up her pace, pressing harder against Isabella's soaked and swollen clit. "Fuck yourself harder Rose, that's it baby!" Rosalie's eyes slammed shut as she simultaneously fucked herself, Isabella clung to the woman and raked her blunt nails up and down her solid back, her hand long since sliding under the rumpled shirt she wore. Her whispered filthy encouragements were met with harder thrusts, louder grunts and moans.
Isabella had fallen victim to this kind ofincomprehensibly beautiful creature once before, unknowingly dazzled by a perfect smiling face, devoid of any visible flaws that no surgeon could ever accomplish replicating. Isabella was an idiot then, it was true.
But she was merely human, and attracted to a creature designed to trap her like a Venus fly trap was made to lure and kill its food. So she'd vowed never to be such a fool again, to learn from the mistakes she'd made in her human life.
Sure, she could have her fun as and when she felt like it, with creatures of all genders that she fancied, vampires included. Vampires especially. Maybe to spite him at first, but she soon realised this was a childish petty behaviour. Given, as her education on the species increased with her age and Orion's experiences. Still, she carried some resentment to date, though the reasons for this have evolved with her age and experience.
She also acknowledged that vampires were perfect specimens of their kind, their pray was humans, she couldn't blame herself for her past weaknesses, but she could learn from them. And she learnt that Edward and his family were cruel in their treatment of her. Sure Victoria hunted and tortured her, but she never pretended to be anything other than the villain that she was. Isabella still hadn't concluded who was more cruel from her past.
Nevertheless she promised that she would never, ever, ever lose herself again to one such predator. They could certainly not hurt her physically, moreover she would not allow them – or anyone – to hurt her in the awful way he had. The way they had.
She'd made absolute certain of this. Such were her severe lessons she'd been forced to learn the hard way. The lamb need only be as weak as its nature dictated, but it could learn, it could fight, it could change and evolve. It could become the lion. So Isabella became a fucking lioness…
~
…Isabella pulled Rosalie's face towards her and kissed her with absolutely everything she had, panting and groaning as her tongue lashed inside her mouths. She gripped tightly onto Rosalie's strong shoulders as the blonde suddenly pummelled her fingers in and out of her pussy with a frantic energy that had the brunette immediately screaming her intense release, head bowed back as Rosalie held hooked her leg under Isabella's open legs and rubbed herself with her hand.
The blondes release followed shortly thereafter with a muted cry, lips lightly sucking against Isabella's bared throat as she came in breathy, beautiful moan. Their mingled sounds created a symphony that Isabella could listen to on repeat. The emotions that crashed through her as they came, fucking terrified and thrilled her simultaneous. They kissed lazily, enjoying the little shockwaves from their own orgasms they kissed and touched as though they had an eternity to do so and nothing else mattered.
Isabella did not have the wherewithal to worry too much about the fact that she felt like she'd been teleported into another realm. Rosalie's breath tickled her neck and she stroked along her hip with her damp fingers, a small smile on her mouth.
Isabella had honestly never seldom experienced anything more wonderful, more sensual than laying with Rosalie, completely spent from orgasms and yet, excited for more.
And she should've noticed, she should've cared more to analyse and define the strong emotions as they coursed through her like silent assassins moving through the darkness. Her pointed ignorance was foolish.
It was the most foolish she'd ever been in twenty years. But Isabella was high on her recently departed orgasm, obsessed with the angelic creature languidly stroking and petting her to notice. She was suddenly so excited on wanting – on needing – to make Rosalie come even harder, under her tongue and touch, too distracted by it all to give a flying fuck about her silly vows and foolishness.
Instead, Isabella Swan chastely kissed Rosalie's temple and she clung to the vampire like a protective bear.
She ignored the rightness of the blonde that nestled into her sweetly, her head right over her erratically beating heart as she ran her fingers through her blonde locks with a content smile etched on her face.
Rosalie allowed her clothes to be torn from her body as Isabella raked her teeth against the blondes slender neck. It certainly didn't take them long to grow impatient with their resting, they had remained quietly touching and petting for long minutes but the touching quickly escalated and resurrected their arousal tenfold. Until here they were, with Isabella tugging desperately at Rosalie's crumpled clothing and Rosalie vigorously pumping and curling her fingers inside the brunette.
The blonde used her free hand to help the frantic brunette pull (tear) her clothes away from her shaking goddess-like body. Isabella soon came with Rosalie's name whispered into the blondes open mouth as the vampire lay on her side beside the twitching brunette with just her matching blue bra and panty set.
Rosalie suddenly shifted her to the side gently before she slowly unclasped her bra, and looped the satin damp panties down her long legs, stepping out of them as she lay with practiced ease.
Isabella sat bolt upright, knowing full well that her eyes no doubt glowed a piercing green from her brief loss of control at the mesmerising sight that sat before her. In nothing but a coy and gentle smile, laid Rosalie. She draped herself back against the crumpled sheets, laying in the centre of the bed against the crushed silk pillows, before she pulled the shaky and sweaty Isabella to settle on top of her, open legs draped on either side of the tall woman.
Isabella gasped as their naked forms touched and moulded together with startling ease. Despite Isabella's countless lovers, (vampire and non-vampire alike), they could never prepare her for the absolute ecstasy of leaning down and kissing a naked Rosalie. Of their naked forms touching completely, of their breasts and pebbled nipples grazing over one another as if they were designed to do so. None, absolutely none of her past lovers, felt like the moaning blonde beneath her. It was as intoxicating as any drug.
Isabella felt near euphoric as Rosalie continued to kiss her sweetly, a shared content smile on their lips when the woman pulled away and stroked a feather light finger down Isabella's cheek. The woman appeared almost as dishevelled by their experience – but she hid her emotions well, Isabella only got quick little flickers of them, certainly not long enough to cling onto and examine them. Isabella leaned into the touch and smiled when Rosalie cupped her cheek and returned her
She'd never cursed her ability to read emotions before – it was essentially permanently switched off save for the heightened emotions sometimes forced upon her, she hated it after all. But now? With Rosalie's blank expression and non-beating heart giving absolutely nothing away? Her small smile and dark orbs seemed to be hiding something, holding something back.
Isabella wanted more than anything to know what the stoic blonde was feeling, what she hid behind her dazzling uncertain smile. She wanted to peel back the layers of the woman and not see just the obvious lust or anger or indifference she wore like a mask – but deeper. Did she feel as out of sorts right then? Did she feel the tightness in her chest when they touched? Did she feel the rightness of it? Was she as scared and confused? What did she do to pass her time?
But Isabella could not use her ability to answer her raging thoughts, not when Rosalie muttered "please, Isabella, touch me " and not when she tilted the brunettes chin upward, capturing her green eyes and Isabella observed the overwhelming desire in those obsidian orbs. And especially not when those questions – or more so the answers to them – terrified Isabella beyond reason.
Rosalie shifted her hand and ghosted a touch over her lower lip with the pad of her thumb. Isabella swallowed as she watched while the tiny hairs on her arms and neck stood upright. The brunette captured and gripped the hand lightning fast, before softly, slowly kissing the inner wrist, she inhaled Rosalie's scent deeply and smiled as Rosalie squirmed slightly beneath her.
"As you command, princess" Isabella whispered against the wrist. Isabella leant down and kissed her lips gently, cupping her cheeks as she did so, she felt pleasure wash through her like kissing Rosalie was the last drop of blue in the ocean that she simply had to have.
Isabella placed little kisses and nips down her neck painfully slowly, she sucked at certain places over her protruding collarbone, and when she finally placed her lips around Rosalie's pebbled nipple, she sighed as though she'd been given a slice of heaven.
She licked the hard pale bud slowly, holding Rosalie's watchful, lust filled eyes as she did so. Rosalie suddenly tangled her fingers between Isabella's hair. Isabella smirked around the sensitive nipple and slowly tightened her own hands around Rosalie's slightly raised hips, and dropped them to her perfectly rounded and perky ass. She squeezed her ass right when she rolled her tongue back and forth over the glistening wet nipple.
"Mmmmmm" Rosalie moaned, her eyes rolling behind her head.
Isabella kissed and played with Rosalie's absolutely perfect breasts for what felt like both hours and only seconds before she began to slowly kiss down her defined stomach, licking over the groves of her toned abs and down to her slightly protruding hipbone. She glanced up at the blonde, and Rosalie eagerly nodded her approval several times.
"Tell me what you like, and if you need me to, I'll stop any time okay princess?" She said into the grove of the blondes hip, Rosalie visibly swallowed.
"Mhm" the blonde mumbled. Isabella smiled up at the woman, who'd maintained her composure until finally Isabella kissed over Rosalie's mound, the small dark blonde hairs tickled her chin.
Rosalie opened her legs wider with a sly grin on her face, and Isabella's growled at the sight of her perfect glistening pussy patiently waiting for her mouth. She inhaled the delicious scent deeply and ensured the smell of Rosalie's wetness burned in her mind forever.
Isabella slowly lowered her head and parted her folds with her tongue. At the first taste of the vampire, Isabella had to withhold a surprised sob from escaping her throat. For her mouth was far too content, too focused, to deter from its delicious activities to release the sudden emotion. Though Isabella did acknowledge that Rosalie tasted like actual heaven. Like unimaginable, unobtainable perfection. Isabella couldn't get enough of the moisture on her tongue, such that she licked as much as she could from the folds as she explored.
"Ohhh, mmmm" Rosalie moaned deeply, her hand tangled tighter in Isabella's hair, tugging lightly and the brunette grinned into her warm pussy.
"You taste fucking incredible, Rose," she whispered, knowing the vampire could her hear loud and clear, Rosalie's breathing increased, her chest heaved as she enjoyed the show.
She slowly slid her tongue up and down the slit, "I'm gonna devour you, princess," she added, her tone so low and husky she barely recognised it as herself, she was not usually so dirty , "and I'm gonna make you cum So. Fucking. Hard…" Rosalie's breathing was frantic, her noises almost animalistic as she gripped Isabella's head tighter, holding her in place.
"Fuck me with your dirty mouth, beautiful" Rosalie blurted and Isabella thought she may have died and gone to heaven at the breathy, filthy string of expletives the blonde uttered as Isabella finally pressed her tongue against Rosalie's engorged clitoris and she licked . She enthusiastically devoured her pussy.
Isabella set a steady quick pace, alternating her enthusiastic licking from up and down motions to little circles, testing combinations of speed and pressure against Rosalie's sensitive clit.
All the while assessing what the blonde liked from the increase in her breathy moans, erratic tugging and various curses. She quickly used her tongue to gather wetness from near Rosalie's entrance, not close enough to make the blonde uncomfortable, remembering the strict boundaries she respected, though close enough so she could gather the moisture to lather her sensitive clit with additional slickness.
"Oh my god, yesss" Rosalie hissed, "harder, oh, fuck, yes just like that" Isabella sped up her motions, pressing impossibly harder, her teeth tentatively rakes over the bud and Rosalie bucked with a surprised "fuuuuck"
Isabella moaned and pressed her tongue even harder, faster, before she circled the bud with her lips and sucked deeply, expertly balancing her licking with deep sudden sucking that had Rosalie writhing in pleasure before her, pulling and yanking at her hair. Isabella witnessed the vampire winding up like an elastic band, her release building and building. She felt the woman's stomach muscles coil and release in quick little bursts as her pleasure increased to unimaginable levels.
Isabella sucked the bud hard, her hands freely roamed Rosalie's body and played with her full breasts, she flicked and tugged her perky pink dusted nipples as her mouth continued to fuck, lick and kiss Rosalie's clit with a hunger she'd never experienced before.
Rosalie's writhing grew frantic, her body arching off the bed, Isabella was so turned on she felt like she could come herself just from the act of fucking the gorgeous vampire, but the ache in her own centre would have to wait.
There was something so utterly important about getting this woman to her release, a primal need to please her she didn't dare examine. She closed her mouth around the throbbing bud and sucked impossibly hard . Rosalie whimpered and fucked her face with reckless abandon, her fingernails dug into her scalp as she kept Isabella's tongue and face where she wanted her. The blondes wetness coated her lips and chin, she practically dripped with her slick wetness and still the blonde fucked her face getting the wetness all over the bed and Isabella's cheeks all the while mumbling profanities and begging for more .
"Fuck!" Rosalie yelled, "Isa- I'm gonna-oh my god… fuuuck" Isabella moaned against the sensitive flesh as Rosalie screamed her name as she came. She felt some sudden dampness gush from Rosalie's entrance and it coated her chin and neck as Rosalie rode her intense release, rubbing her pussy against Isabella's tongue and lips, her black eyes slammed shut in ecstasy. Her hands so tight on Isabella's hair that it hurt like a bitch but in the most glorious way.
Still, Isabella grinned like a fool, watching intently as the various emotions that the vampire displayed on her face and body. The projection of her pleasure was so strong Isabella felt her own albeit smaller release. She gripped Rosalie's ass as she rubbed herself against Rosalie's thigh, riding the tiny orgasm in a few seconds as the blondes intense orgasm continued to wash over and through her. Isabella felt utterly elated, more satisfied than she could ever recall feeling.
Isabella's hand slipped away from Rosalie's backside and gently she intertwined their fingers together, the blonde immediately tightened her hold as her body shook with tiny after shocks. Her eyes still closed though her body had slumped against the bed. Isabella crawled up the body, and nestled Rosalie under her arm, pulling her tightly against her.
Rosalie held onto her with an arm flung over her midriff, their hands still intertwined, she tucked her head neatly under her shoulder as she breathed heavily. Her thighs shook intermittently and she had yet to open her eyes. Isabella smiled softly at the woman and kissed her bear shoulder.
Isabella squeezed the spent woman's hand once, twice.
'I am here'
'you are safe' …
They stayed like that for what felt like hours, but Isabella was so content, so spellbound and spent, that as soon as her eyelids fluttered closed, sleep greeted her into its eager arms almost immediately.
