“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.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 lying 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.Ronnie’s reaction was immediate, crying out and pressing herself hard against Rose’s finger.
“Yes Sweetheart, more…please Rose…yessss.” She put in a second, then a third. The transformation was amazing. The head of a major corporation was incapable of forming a complete sentence. Her name became a mantra on Ronnie’s lips, combined with words such as harder, faster, deeper, and the occasional oh fuck just to round it out. Rose pressed in deeper, the webbing between her ring and pinky fingers burning as she tried to fulfill her lover’s request.The dark-haired woman bucked beneath her but Rose refused to let go of her prize. The feel of inner muscles squeezing her fingers excited her and there was no doubt in her mind that Ronnie’s voice was a good two octaves higher than normal. The metal bed frame squeaked with each thrust and her lover’s cries became more urgent. “Rose.”
“I’m right here.” She turned her head and kissed the soft skin.
“I…Rose…” The tall woman’s thighs began trembling.
“I love you, Ronnie.” She felt the muscles surrounding her fingers tightening and began pumping as hard and fast as she could. Suddenly she was caught in a grip too powerful to break as her lover’s hips arched off the bed.
“I…” Dark bangs stuck to the sweat soaked forehead and every word was torn from gritted teeth.
“Love…you…oh Rose…Rose, I, I…ohhh.”
“Yes Honey…yes.” They rode it out together, Rose’s fingers buried deep inside. Only when the last spasm passed did she remove her fingers and snuggle up in Ronnie’s arms.
“That’s a pretty big smile you have your face,” Ronnie said when speech returned.
“I’m happy.”
“Mmm.” She kissed Rose’s forehead. “I’m glad to hear it.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“How many times do I have to answer that question?”
“Sorry.” She kissed Ronnie’s lips in apology…then again for the sheer pleasure of it. Cuddling up as close as she could, Rose rested her head on the broad shoulder. “Was it…what you expected?”
“It was everything I wanted and more.” Rose felt fingers under her chin and she raised her head to look into gentle blue eyes. “How about you?” Ronnie asked. “This is your first time. How are you doing with this?”