Just Rosalie

Sneaking In

ROSALIE SNEAKED INTO Elizabeth's house, luckily, without getting caught by Henry. They headed into Elizabeth's room, and before the bedroom door could even close, their lips combined. Elizabeth could taste the mintiness of toothpaste on Rosalie's tongue, and smelled the scent of lavender on her skin.
"You taste and smell good."
Elizabeth said into the kiss. Her hands roamed over Rosalie's back before reaching for the sash of her trench coat.
"I'm not wearing anything underneath."
Rosalie whispered, causing Elizabeth to grin in satisfaction. She'd never felt her panties become so soaked with one simple sentence before.
"Take a shower with me."
Elizabeth pulled her tank top over her head, along with unhooking her bra. Rosalie watched as Elizabeth stripped in front of her, the scene appealing and enticed her to do the same. As the trench coat slipped off of her shoulders, and onto the floor, the pupils of Elizabeth's eyes dilated.
"And you said you prefer my personality."
Rosalie grinned as Elizabeth's eyes moved over each and every curve of Rosalie's body. Elizabeth then looked into Rosalie's eyes as she pulled down her panties, so that they were both naked. Rosalie's eyes narrowed with lust. She loved Elizabeth's body, more than she'd ever loved anyone's.
"I still stand by that. So imagine how much I love your personality, huh? Because you're absolutely a goddess."
That alone could get Rosalie cumming from where she stood. Elizabeth's words managed to always make her body shudder and her bundle of nerves twitch.
"Come here."
Elizabeth shook her head and gave Rosalie a wink. She turned to the side and slid the tip of her index finger into her mouth.
"You can't always get what you want."
Rosalie's eyes fixated on her tempting muse. For some reason, she felt like painting the moment. Why? That's the consequence of the job. She'd gain inspiration at times when she'd wished that her mind would shut off.
"Oh, but I can."
Rosalie stepped forward and sank her teeth into her bottom lip. Her heart raced and the wetness forming in between her thighs was increasing.
"We'll see, let's take that shower, shall we?"
Rosalie placed her hands on Elizabeth's waist, and seductively looked into Elizabeth's eyes.
"What's the point of getting clean if we don't get a bit dirty first?"
Elizabeth inhaled a deep breath. She was tempted, to say the least. But she enjoyed teasing. Running the tips of her fingers over Rosalie's slit, Elizabeth felt the slipperiness of arousal. Rosalie leaned forward, and rested her forehead onto Elizabeth's chest as her tongue reached for a nipple. Elizabeth moaned as she fell backward onto the bed, with Rosalie hovering on top of her. Rosalie's mound pressed against Elizabeth's, and a gasp escaped both of their lips.
"I've never been with someone so young."
Elizabeth confessed as Rosalie placed butterfly kisses along her jawline. Rosalie smirked against Elizabeth's skin as she ran her fingers down the woman's stomach, moving towards her mound.
"That's a first. You're one of the youngest women that I've been with."
Rosalie clasped her lips onto Elizabeth's nipple and sucked gently. Her wetness was smearing over Elizabeth's mound, creating a slippery friction of their centers.
"You're into cougars, huh?"
Elizabeth moaned as Rosalie placed the palm of her hand in between their cores, touching both of their arousals.
"I think age is just a number."
Rosalie moved her lips over Elizabeth's midriff, as her fingers slipped into the redhead's opening. Elizabeth closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being touched so sensually, yet intensely. She'd spent a few nights imagining what it would have been like to be touched by Rosalie. And, for sure, Rosalie didn't disappoint one bit.
"You're something else."
Elizabeth moaned as Rosalie's middle finger slid into her walls. She grabbed a handful of Rosalie's hair and tilted her head back. Her body was so heated and in need of release. She wanted to cum all over Rosalie's face, again.
"I'm just a rose."
Rosalie kissed above Elizabeth's navel and swirled her tongue inside. She'd never seen anyone's stomach quiver like that before. Did she really make Elizabeth feel that way? Did Rosalie's touch send metaphorical butterflies throughout Elizabeth's body?
"Why do you say that?"
Elizabeth placed her hand over her breast and squeezed her nipple in between her fingers. She'd never wanted to cum so badly before. In that moment, she wanted to scream Rosalie's name on top of her lungs. But she couldn't. Not with Henry home. So, she pressed her lips together to hold back her moaning.
"The word rose means so many things to me. Thorns and all."
Rosalie trailed her tongue over Elizabeth's mound and toward her opening. Elizabeth placed her hand over her mouth as Rosalie spread her lips. She'd had amazing orgasms, but she could tell that, that night, she'd have one of her bests.
Elizabeth's eyes fluttered as Rosalie looked into her eyes whilst licking her. She'd never experienced her entire body shuddering from a woman's touch. But Rosalie made Elizabeth's body feel things that she'd never even imagined. The delicate strokes were exhilarating, and displayed the submissive intentions of Rosalie's actions. Rosalie did have a dominant side, but her will to please was overwhelming.
"You're so... good at..."
Elizabeth stuck her folded middle and index fingers inside of her mouth, and her voice screeched. What she'd been feeling was phenomenal-extraordinary.
Rosalie smiled as she continued her search for marvelous treasure. Not that she expected to find diamonds and gold, of course. Rosalie's intention was to get Elizabeth squirming against her lips, and she was in no rush. The best things in life take time. And a good orgasm was worth the wait. Rushing would weaken the intensity of the prize, and she couldn't let that happen. Elizabeth deserved a good orgasm-actually, a great one.
With all her sexual experience, Rosalie had never failed to please. And that night, she definitely wasn't going to. Elizabeth was going to scream Rosalie's name on top of her lungs. She'd probably wake Henry, not that they hoped it would happen. Elizabeth probably realized the possibility when she grabbed a pillow and placed it over her face. Her hands gripped onto the material as if her life depended on it. There's no denying that her vocal cords might have needed a bit off re-adjusting the next day. Because with all of the moaning she'd been doing lately, she'd certainly come down with a croaky voice without proper care.
Rosalie enjoyed the feeling of Elizabeth's legs draped over her back, and the redhead's body reciprocating friction with her face. Her lips and tongue complimented each other's movements-with a kiss, there was a lick. And every movement was combined with another, and another. Rosalie's skills weren't repetitive-not at all. She knew how to use her mouth to its full use. There were sexual positions, and then there were tongue positions. A tongue was a glorious asset, and Rosalie definitely knew all the tricks in the book.
As for fingers, Rosalie knew exactly how to use all five, in different ways. One, maybe two, for penetration, and the rest for different styles of stimulation. Stimulation was the key to an amazing orgasm, of course. And it wasn't an optional sexual favor. For Rosalie, it was required. She'd mastered the art of drawing shapes on a woman's most precious body part. The vulva required specific techniques, while the vagina deserved the same. Taking into consideration Elizabeth's tightness, her walls clinged onto Rosalie's fingers, as though they were trying to suck and pull, as well.
Elizabeth sucked in a deep breath as she pressed the pillow firmer against her face, resulting in her inability to breathe. She was close-so close. And it was time. The moment was absolutely perfect. As Rosalie's tongue maneuvered accurately over Elizabeth's bundle of nerves, the orgasm came as though it had been beckoned.