by BL Miller
"You like that," Rose observed, giving the firm mound another squeeze and enjoying the immediate reaction. Leaving her hand where it was, she lowered her head until her lips were against her lover's ear. "Ronnie," she said huskily. "I love you and I want to make love with you." She accented her statement by suckling a willing earlobe, then working her way up to Ronnie's mouth. Being careful not to hit the older woman's shin, Rose slid her left leg between the longer ones.
"Rose…" She reached with every intention of stopping this before it went too far but instead of her body obeying her mind, her hand closed around Rose's, encouraging further exploration. Ronnie was on fire and she struggled to find a reason to resist. "W-we shouldn't."
"Why?" The blonde woman pulled her hand out from under the cotton shirt and looked at her lover with all seriousness. "Tell me why we should keep denying this to ourselves?"
"I promised…" Fingers pressed against the full lips.
"No." There was a quiet anger in Rose's voice. "No Ronnie. You can promise many things but giving up your happiness forever is not one of them." She gently traced one defined black eyebrow. "You can't promise to give up my happiness, either." Her eyes fluttered down to study full lips before traveling back up to become lost in endless pools of blue. Ronnie did not move, still struggling with her inner demons. Propped on her right elbow, Rose used her left hand to undo her blouse, gravity causing it to expose more and more flesh as each button was undone. She smiled at the intense look in Ronnie's eyes. Once the rust colored shirt was hanging loose, Rose took the larger hand in her own and brought it to the area covered by beige silk. "Please, no, don't fight it," she whispered when she felt Ronnie's resistance. She pressed her breast against the warm hand and groaned when she felt the tentative squeeze.
Rose's limited experience had not prepared her for the jolt that Ronnie's touch brought her. Another squeeze and she was sure she would simply die without her lover's touch. She felt herself being pushed back onto the bed and did not resist. Long dark tresses tickled her face and the tongue seeking entrance to her mouth was quite insistent. "Yessmphf." Nothing can feel better than this, she thought to herself wistfully as she returned the kiss with equal gusto.
"I love you," Ronnie breathed as the kiss finally ended. She was propped up on her elbow, her body half on top of the smaller woman. She felt Rose trying to tug the gray shirt out of the jeans.
"Wait." Rolling up to her knees, she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. She undid the last button on her shirt and slowly pulled the tails out. It now hung loosely on her body, open enough to show a glimpse of her bra beneath. With a slowness that was torture to the young woman's nervous system, Ronnie slid the gray material off her shoulders, letting it pool on the bed behind her. "This too?" she asked, fingering the front catch of her bra.
"Please," Rose begged. Her lover smiled at the urgency in her voice. A quick twist and the cups fell apart. The bra landed on top of the shirt and for several seconds neither woman spoke. Rose's eyes were taking in the most beautiful sight she had ever seen and she said so with the look on her face. "Kiss me again."
Oh yes, this is so much better, she thought to herself as her hands traveled over the bare skin of Ronnie's back. She was acutely aware of the places where her shirt was open and their skin touched. They shared a series of lazy kisses until she felt a restless hand trying to push her shirt off. "Yes," she agreed, trying to take it off while still lying on her back.
"Please…let me," Ronnie begged. Rose nodded and let herself be pulled into a sitting position. Her shirt found itself tossed against the leather chair in Ronnie's quest to get it out of her way. The beige bra ended up on the floor. She lowered herself back to the bed but her lover remained where she was. Hearts pounded and bodies pulsed as they stared openly at each other's breasts. Where her own areola was a light pink, Ronnie's was darker, almost brown. She looked down and was surprised to see her nipples standing out like little erasers, the skin around them still soft but starting to pucker. Even the coldest day doesn't make them stand up like that she mused as she looked back to see her lover's nipples beginning to do the same thing.
"You…are…beautiful," Ronnie whispered. She lowered herself down and slowly, far too slowly, bare skin touched bare skin. Both groaned softly and smiled in recognition of the mutual pleasure. Long fingers sank into golden hair while smaller ones wrapped around a muscled back. Their mouths played a game of give and take, tongues dancing back and forth as they floated in each other's love.
"Oh…oh yes, that's nice," Rose gasped when she felt her lover's mouth move down to her neck. She felt lips part and the soft tongue lick her skin. She moved her hands up to rest on the back of Ronnie's head. "Yes…mmm, that feels so good."
"Yesss." Ronnie's body was pressing against hers, betraying the older woman's rising passion. Rose let her right hand drift down until she reached the waistband of the black jeans. Since they were still undone, there was plenty of room for her to slip inside. As she gripped the firm cheek, Ronnie whimpered against her skin and began sucking her neck in earnest. "Rose…"
"Yes Ronnie…that feels so good." She squeezed harder and was rewarded with renewed squirming.
"You're going to drive me crazy, you know that? I can't concentrate when you do that," she admitted as she shifted her ass away from Rose's distracting caresses. She nudged the smaller legs apart with one of her own, settling so her lips were even with the young woman's breasts. Long black hair formed a soft canopy that tickled as it moved over the fair skin. "I love you so much," Ronnie said breathlessly as she reclaimed Rose's lips for her own. Nostrils flared with ragged breaths as they kissed passionately.
"But…" Whatever Rose was going to say was lost when she felt a kiss on the underside of her breast. "Ooooh." Ronnie answered with a muffled moan of her own and continued to lick and nibble her soft flesh. "Feels so good…" Oh, this is heaven. Nothing can feel better than this. She felt warm breath on her nipple an instant before a wet tongue rolled over it. "Oh, Ronnie, yesss…."
Fumbling attempts with teenage boys had never prepared Rose for the sensation of being lovingly suckled. The pulling sensation was answered with a pulsing deep between her legs and her hips moved of their own volition, pressing hard against Ronnie. Her hands were buried deep in the dark hair and she was torn between holding Ronnie where she was or begging her to give the other one the same attention. Before she could decide, the loving tongue and lips released their treasure. "Oh, don't stop…"
Ronnie chuckled and pressed her thigh against Rose's center. "I'm not stopping." Using her elbows to brace herself, she leaned down for a kiss. "I love you, Rose."
"I love you." As their mouths continued to give and take, Rose's hands worked their way between their bodies and cupped two willing mounds of flesh. Ronnie's moan vibrated through their lips and Rose answered with one of her own. Her fingers became more focused, moving in smaller circles until they were gently stroking the hardened tips.
"Oh Honey," Ronnie gasped. "Y-you can't…unggh…do that." She rocked back out of reach and shook her head. "I told you I can't concentrate when you do that."
"It feels so nice." Rose reached out only to have her hands stopped by larger, more powerful ones.
"Yes it does," the older woman agreed. She kissed each knuckle, then the palms before releasing Rose's hands.
"I want…" How do I say this without sounding crude? "I want…" She wrapped her arms around Ronnie's torso and pulled herself up, ducking her head in time to bring her mouth to its goal.
"Oh God, Rose!"
Rose found her head held in place by Ronnie's hands as she happily ran her tongue over the darkened areola. Oh yes…this is nice. She heard as much as felt Ronnie's increased breathing and smiled against the erect nipple before rubbing her lips back and forth against it. She gave in to the strong but gentle hands pushing her back onto the bed.
"Let…me…show…you…something I want…my rose," Ronnie said before lowering her mouth to Rose's breast.
"Oooh…." Ronnie's mouth and hands were in constant motion on her breasts. Her hands clasped and unclasped the dark hair and her hips were in constant motion against the older woman's torso. "Ronnieeee…" She looked down to see the mouth loving her breast. "You feel…oh, so nice…do that…." Her breathing quickened and her hips pressed up hard against Ronnie's torso. Her lover answered with a downward thrust against her thigh, making both acutely aware of their own wetness. "Please…I need…" She tried to reach between their bodies for the button to her pants.
"Yesss…" Ronnie took over the task, releasing the breast she was suckling and rising up to give herself room. Long fingers made quick work of the button and zipper but instead of removing them, the black-haired woman settled back down, laying sideways over Rose to allow her right hand to slip between khakis and white cotton panties.
"Oh yes, YES!" Rose cried as two fingers pressed against her most sensitive area. She cupped Ronnie's face and pulled her up for a heated kiss. Oh please don't stop. Her rocking hips caused slack in the material, giving more room for the mischievous digits to explore. They peeked under the elastic then retreated, alternating soft brushes with firm rubs. Rose was rising fast, faster than she had ever known and it scared her. She buried her head in Ronnie's hair and clung tightly.
"Ronnie…" Her breaths were coming in quick pants and she was not sure if she would survive the intense pleasure coursing through her system. The fingers changed direction, rubbing the cotton in a circular motion against her clit. Rose whimpered and jerked her hips frantically. "I can't…oh Ronnie…please…I…"
"Shh…I've got you…"
"Ronnie…oooh…" Her hands clutched desperately at her lover's shoulders.
"Please…harder…OH…yes Ronnie, yesss…" Warm breath caressed her ear, both comforting and exciting her at the same time.
"Rose, I love you."
"Yesss." A deep pounding started deep within and gained momentum as it spread outward.
"My precious Rose…yes, you're close, I can feel it." The pressure and rhythm increased and the young woman's body reacted, rocking back and forth faster while her fingers gripped Ronnie's shoulders tighter.
"Yes…harder…ooh…." Her teeth tightly clenched, Rose teetered on the edge for an agonizing length of time. Then one long finger snaked under the soaked panties and slipped between her swollen folds. "Oh God!" Once, twice, three times across her clit and the world exploded for Rose. "Ronneeeee….ah." She cried out as the orgasm pulsed through her, robbing the young woman of all reason and sense. A husky voice murmured words she did not understand into her ear and she was vaguely aware of being rocked gently but reality was a plane far far away from her at that moment. She felt her body go limp and trusted the strong arms around her to protect as she drifted off in the afterglow.
Long minutes later Rose found the strength to raise her head and look into loving eyes of blue. "I love you."
"Mmm, I love you too," Ronnie said, sealing her words with a kiss.
"Do you want me to move?"
"No, stay here, I want to hold you."
"Sounds good," Rose murmured, nuzzling deeper into her lover's embrace. "I could just stay like this forever."
"Sure. As long as you want." Ronnie was deliriously happy and content to spend the rest of the evening cuddling despite not having found her own release yet. All that mattered to her was the gentle woman in her arms. Minutes ticked by before Rose's head lifted again. "You okay?" she asked.
"Terrific," the blonde woman replied, kissing the bare flesh near her lips. "You are wonderful."
"I aim to please."
"Mmm, good aim," Rose quipped.
"Did I tell you that I love you?"
"Once or twice, tell me again." She flashed a brilliant smile that Ronnie felt the need to reward with a series of kisses.
"I…love…you…with…all…my…heart." Unable to resist, she deepened the kiss, rolling them over so Rose was on the bottom. But when she began to kiss a line down the smaller woman's throat, Ronnie found herself stopped by insistent hands. She lifted up and the hands moved to claim her breasts. Understanding the unspoken request, Ronnie locked her elbows to hold herself above her lover's body. She had forgotten how sensitive her nipples were until she felt Rose's palms rub across them. She moaned and arched into the touch. "Oh yes…that's nice."
"You like this," the young woman observed.
"Very…" The hands moved and Ronnie now found her nipples being brushed by inquisitive thumbs. "Very much." She felt Rose's forefingers join and begin squeezing in a pumping motion.
"Oh yes, that's sooo nice…" She tried to watch but it felt too good and her eyes refused to stay open. "Yes Rose, that's it…nice and gentle…mmm."
"Ronnie…" The small hands left her breasts and wrapped around her back, gently urging her forward. Taking the hint when she saw the pink tongue dart out and wet lips in anticipation, she straddled Rose's body and leaned forward until her breasts were swaying just above the waiting mouth. This time she forced herself to watch. Her eyes moved from golden hair and fair skin to russet eyebrows framing green eyes. The path continued, past the soft cheekbones and upturned nose to the lips and loving tongue providing relief to her aching nipple. As if what her eyes were showing her was not enough, Ronnie's ears were treated to the pleasure of constant mmm's from Rose and hands which had been casually touching her body now slipped under the waistband of her jeans.
"Let me…ooh…Rose…let me take them off. I need to take them off." She regretted her request when she felt the warm mouth leave her sensitive flesh.
"Yes," the young woman agreed, trying to push the black material down.
"I'll get it." Rolling off, Ronnie quickly shucked her jeans and panties. Before she could return to her previous position, she found herself pinned down by her small but insistent lover. Rose's mouth reclaimed her breast while a khaki covered thigh slipped between her legs. The coarse material rubbed against an already swollen clit and Ronnie cried out at the contact.
"Did I hurt you?" Rose asked, her eyes fearful.
"No." She reached out and stroked the soft cheek, gently urging her to resume her task. "No honey, you didn't hurt me. Please…just keep doing…" Ronnie sighed as the warm tongue caressed her breast again. "…what you're doing." She felt something hard scratch her skin just above her calf and, remembering an incident earlier in the week, spread her legs to give plenty of room between her lover's cast and her still-healing shin. The shift caused her thigh to press up between Rose's legs. The mmm's were interrupted by what Ronnie considered to be a very cute squeak and she repeated the motion, earning a deep groan and a return thrust from the blonde woman. What's good for the goose… Her long fingers easily slid under the khakis and panties to grip soft round flesh.
"Oh, Ronnie…"
"Take these off, Rose." Her fingers crept lower until they brushed over wet curls. "Let me touch you." An emphatic nod was all she needed to roll them over. As she worked the material over the cast, a flicker of guilt tried to slip in but love quickly shut it out. Her eyes traveled upward, her pulse quickening at the wet spot visible in the crotch of Rose's panties. Blonde curls peeked out, teasing with a hint of what was hidden. Wresting away from the temptation, Ronnie gazed upon the firm abdomen, the perfect breasts, the look of desire and passion on her beloved's face. "You are so beautiful," she whispered reverently. Hooking her fingers under the waistband, she removed the last barrier before gathering Rose up in her arms.
For long minutes they cuddled together, exchanging kisses and gentle touches while becoming used to both touching and being touched. It was Ronnie who took the first step, moving her hand down and running her fingers through the soft blonde tufts. "You like that?" she murmured, her lips a hairsbreadth away from Rose's ear.
"Mmm, that's nice." She tried to do the same but sitting on her lover's lap made that feat impossible. "I want to touch you too."
"I'd like that," Ronnie admitted, shifting them until they were ly
ing side by side. She had to scoot up slightly to accommodate Rose's shorter reach but soon fingers were playing in both light and dark curls. "You're soft, like a kitten," she remarked. Her middle finger moved lower, wetting itself on slick folds. Bringing it up to her mouth, Ronnie licked the sweet essence. "Mmm….oh!" She was taken by surprise when Rose's finger not only touched her nether lips but dipped between them, brushing against her clitoris. Her hand shot down and gripped the small wrist.
"Please…" Taking two of Rose's fingers, she used her longer ones to guide them against her center. "Ah…oh yes." Ronnie raised her knee and opened herself up to her lover. "Rose, please…" She pressed the smaller fingers against her in a circular motion and sighed. She felt the slickness on her inner thighs and dimly noted that her own self-pleasuring never produced such a copious amount of fluid.
"I've got it," Rose said as she took control, leaning over and gently nudging Ronnie back against the bed. "Do…do you want me to…go inside?" She spoke the last words haltingly but Ronnie's answering groan and hip rise eased any fears that she had. Slowly, hesitantly, she pushed one finger in. She was amazed at the feeling of hot wet muscle surrounding her finger. Oh Ronnie…you're so warm and soft. Ronnie's reaction was immediate, crying out and pressing herself hard against Rose's finger.