“Oh yes, Ronnie…yes…oh that’s so nice…yes…” She arched her back, pressing her breasts against the firm body above her. Ronnie shifted, finding an erect nipple begging for attention. It was too much for Rose. The wetness against her leg, the fingers nestled deep inside her, the warm mouth loving her breast…a fire started deep within, pulsing outward until her legs stiffened, her breath caught in her throat, and her muscles clamped down, refusing to let Ronnie’s fingers go. “Oh Ronnieeee….I…I’m…”
“Yes Hon.” Trapped fingers wiggled as much as they were able. “I’ve got you, let it go…”
“I…I…oh God, Ronnie!” The inner muscles convulsed, the orgasm crashing through with more force than any Rose had ever known before. Nothing existed but the loving arms holding her and the soft words being whispered in her ear. Rose’s eyelids refused to open, her body pulsing with aftershocks. It was several seconds before she realized that her grip around Ronnie’s body was probably keeping her lover from breathing. She relaxed her arms, letting them fall limply back to the bed. “Oh Ronnie,” she sighed, her mouth dry and her body feeling completely boneless.
“Shh…I’ve got you, Hon.” Rose slowly opened her eyes, the gentle light from the lamp allowing her to see the loving smile on Ronnie’s face. “I’m going to pull my fingers out now, okay?” she asked, her fingers remaining absolutely still inside. Rose nodded and shuddered slightly as the intimate connection was severed.
“You’re wonderful,” she whispered, snuggling into open arms. “Mmm, I could stay like this forever.”
“I’d like that too,” Ronnie said. As her hand caressed Rose’s cheek, the young woman inhaled the scent of herself and her body twitched with the recent memory of where those fingers had been. She worked her left hand between their bodies stopping only when her fingers grazed damp wiry curls.
Ronnie groaned and her hips jerked forward in response. “Lie back,” Rose whispered.
Positioning her tall lover diagonally across the bed, she shifted until her lips found a wrinkly point to draw into her mouth. The firm hand on the back of her head spoke just as loudly as the moan coming from Ronnie’s lips. Her fingers found hot wetness waiting for them. Lifting her head up from its task for a second, she brought her fingers to her lips and tasted them, her tongue snaking out to draw off every drop. “Rose…God that’s sexy,” Ronnie huffed. Inspired by her lover’s words, the young woman proceeded to make a show of cleaning her fingers, rewarded by the anxious squirming beneath her. With desire, curiosity, and a good dose of nervousness, Rose pushed herself downward until her lips were near the dark triangle of hair. The hand on the back of her head remained, gently urging her on. Ronnie’s legs parted wide in invitation. Climbing over a leg and settling into position, Rose found her lips scant inches away from their goal. Coarse dark hairs tickled her face before her tongue parted the way and sank in to taste the sweet liquid. Ronnie’s moans were muffled by the thighs pressing against Rose’s ears but the young woman felt them just the same. Her mouth quickly learned its way around as Ronnie’s breaths came faster. “Yesss, oh Rose, right there…no…yes, right there, yesss.”
Long legs wrapped around her shoulders, pinning Rose to her place. Not that she minded. The feel of Ronnie reacting to her tongue was enough to keep the young woman in that position forever. She alternated from licking Ronnie’s clit to dipping lower and drinking in more of the liquid evidence of her effect on her lover. Gasps and moans fueled her on, her goal to send Ronnie over the same wondrous pinnacle that she had reached just a few minutes before. When she wrapped her lips around the small shaft and began sucking, Ronnie cried out and drove her hips upward, grinding herself against Rose’s face. Going on instinct, the young woman began sucking harder, her tongue firmly moving back and forth over the engorged clit. Soon Ronnie’s legs trembled and Rose wrapped her arms around them to keep her position. The muscles in her neck strained against Ronnie’s upward thrust as a loud cry was torn from the older woman’s throat. Rose sucked as hard as she could, her tongue moving rapidly over the bundle of nerves. Her joy at Ronnie’s moment of release rivaled the feeling of her own orgasm and her own sex spasmed in response. Staying away from the hypersensitive clit, Rose let her tongue travel along the folds, not wanting to end the intimate moment. Only when she felt Ronnie’s hands urging her up did she relinquish her prized location and give the lips covered with dark curls a final kiss. Strong arms pulled her up to rest against a broad shoulder. For long minutes neither spoke, content to simply rest in the afterglow. Hands traveled lazily over bared skin, silently communicating their love for each other. “I love you,” Ronnie finally whispered, giving Rose a kiss on her forehead.
“Mmm, love you too.” She picked up her head, looking down into contented blue eyes. “Don’t ever make us wait like this again,” she warned.
“I promised you before I wouldn’t,” Ronnie said softly.
“I know, I just wanted to remind you.” Rose put her head back down and sighed contentedly.
“Can we sleep up here tonight? I’m comfortable.”
“You’re always comfortable on me,” the older woman chuckled. “We can sleep anywhere you like.” She looked over at the clock. “It’s still early. You want to watch television? A video? Make love again?”
“Hmm, let’s see.” Rose picked her head up and smiled devilishly. “Watch something we’ve already seen before and will be on again or make love to the most wonderful woman in the world.” She put her finger against her chin. “Boy, what a tough decision.”
“Well, let’s see what I can do to sway you,” Ronnie said, rolling the smaller woman onto her back. “Shall I start at the top and work my way down or from the bottom up?”
Watching from her spot on the floor, Tabitha yawned and began cleaning herself, certain her mistresses would not be letting her on the bed anytime soon.
At Rose’s insistence that she could navigate the stairs with her crutches, Ronnie had the adjustable bed moved into one of the guest rooms and the young woman’s belongings moved into her room. Tabitha discovered the window seat to be much more comfortable than her cat bed, much to Maria’s dismay every time she went in to vacuum. While Ronnie showed off her muscles moving the furniture around to accommodate the extra dresser, Rose stood next to the entertainment center going through the video tapes in search of something for them to watch. An unlabeled tape on top of the cabinet drew her attention. Thinking it was another one of Ronnie’s adult tapes, Rose put it in the VCR and turned on the television. To her utter surprise, it was a video of Ronnie’s office and Delores was standing there. The volume was off and her former foster mother looked like she was screaming. Rose hit the stop button and rewound the tape.
“Honey, why didn’t you tell me that Delores stopped by your office?”
Ronnie stopped moving the dresser and turned to face her lover. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Was this before or after she had been here?”
“After.”
“What happened?” She glanced at the VCR when it clicked off announcing the tape was rewound. “Did she ask for money?” she asked quietly.