16. Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

That night, right after they'd all finished dinner, Rosalie excused herself for the evening, claiming excessive tiredness after a day outdoors. Kinsey watched her go, trying to hold in her smile. Happily, everyone else seemed keen to head into their own private spaces too, so Kinsey didn't have to try to think up an excuse for why she also, urgently, had to go upstairs.

She passed Rosalie's closed door on her way to her room and for a split second she wavered, thinking of the pleasure that was so close she could almost taste it. Instead, she went to her own room and got ready for bed, showering and putting on a pair of simple panties and a t-shirt and laying back on top of the covers with a book. She read the same damn sentence over and over, but it was less than half an hour until there was a tap at her door. She bit back her smirk.

"Come in?" she said politely, putting her book down open on her stomach.

The door cracked open, and there she was. Oh fuck, she wore that little silky robe again. Kinsey's stomach clenched as she glimpsed her pale thighs. Rosalie looked at Kinsey with a small crease between her eyebrows as she took in the scene.

"Oh," she said. "Am I disturbing you?"

Kinsey smiled.

"Yeah," she said. "Please let me go back to my book."

Kisney slipped her fingers between the pages. Rosalie's mouth quirked softly. It was so clear she liked the pushback, Kinsey was giving her. God she was so easy.

Rosalie took a step closer to the bed, and then another, her eyes on Kinsey.

"The book's that good, is it?"

"Mmhm," Kinsey hummed, watching her.

"What's it about?" She tucked a lock of pretty hair back, her beautiful eyes already doing things to Kinsey.

"Um," she managed as Rosalie got closer. "What was the question?"

Rosalie smiled. She sat on the edge of the bed, leaning on one hand just enough that the gown gaped a little, giving Kinsey a direct view of some kind of indecent lace situation.

"Well," Rosalie said. "I guess I'll leave you to it. Since you're already occupied."

Kinsey couldn't take her eyes off Rosalie's body to save her life.

"I guess I could make a little time," she said.

"Oh?" Rosalie reached over her and slowly pulled at the hem of her t-shirt, just enough to trail her fingers over Kinsey's bare abdomen, her little finger grazing along her panties. She picked up the book and handed it to Kinsey. "You could keep reading," she suggested, her fingers lightly teasing down over Kinsey's panties making her breath catch. "Don't mind me," she said, softly stroking her fingers up and down, watching Kinsey's mouth fall open. "I can keep myself entertained."

Kinsey tossed the book onto the floor with a crash and pulled her down into a hungry kiss, feeling Rosalie's smile against her lips. She pulled open the damned robe to find a sight that would forever haunt her hottest dreams: Rosalie deliberately poured into the kind of lingerie that was never meant for under clothes, the kind that was only meant to torture the person who saw her for the rest of their natural days.

"Fuck me," Kinsey whispered. "Are you trying to kill me?"

Rosalie smiled, pure sex in her eyes. Kinsey thought of her as she'd first seen her, in her conservative office attire and her how dare you flirt with me expression. She'd still known, clear as daylight, that this Rosalie was in there.

"You know you're allowed to touch me right?" Rosalie said with a hint of amusement. Kinsey had frozen still, unsure what she wanted to do more: stare at her, touch her, or kiss her. It seemed like an unbelievable bounty of options and she wanted all of them at once.

Kinsey came back to life and pulled Rosalie's robe all the way off, then pushed her back onto the pillows to stare at her some more. Rosalie looked back, both willing to be admired and clearly impatient. Kinsey pulled her own t-shirt off over her head and leaned over her, watching those green eyes go dark with want.

Kinsey bit her lip. "I want to tie you up," she said, as she realized exactly what it was she was hungry for.

Rosalie's eyes went wide and her lips parted. Seconds ticked by.

"Okay."

"Okay like you'll let me, or okay like you want me to?" Kinsey clarified and Rosalie wet her lips with her tongue.

"I want you to," she said, pushing her shoulders back just enough that Kinsey had to momentarily squeeze her eyes closed she was so aroused.

She reached over and pulled the silky tie loose from the discarded robe and straddled Rosalie, gently picking up one wrist and carefully wrapping it in the silk. The tie was perfect; wide enough and soft as she knotted it. She looked at the headboard, which was both luxurious and unhelpfully minimalist, but Kinsey was nothing if not ingenious when required. She reached down until found what she was looking for - the top slat under the mattress - and dipped the end of the tie under and around, pulling it back through. When she sat back she had just enough left to bind Rosalie's other wrist. Rosalie let her, her face a mixture of want and trust and need. As Kinsey tied the last knot she leaned in and kissed her.

When she pulled back, she felt her body clench low and tight. Before her was a sight that made her wonder if she might be able to come without a single touch at all. Rosalie was neatly held tight, with her wrists above her head on the pillow, all but helpless in her barely-there bra and panties, her eyes hungry.

"If you could see yourself right now," Kinsey whispered in awe. "You're so sexy."

Rosalie tried to pull her hands down, testing the strength of the binding and moaned when she found herself caught, her back arching off the bed.

"Don't play with me for too long," she gasped. "I don't think I could stand it."

"Mm." Kinsey couldn't help her smile from where she sat, straddling her hips. "You probably should have thought of that before you let me do this to you."

She felt Rosalie roll her hips beneath her, hungry for friction. Kinsey sat up slightly, not letting her find it and Rosalie made a small sound of frustration.

"Please," she said softly.

Kinsey bit down on her own lip, hard, trying not to give away how wrecked she was by the pleading tone in Rosalie's voice. She kept watching her.

"What if," she said, meeting Rosalie's desperate eyes, "all I want to do is look at you?"

Rosalie whimpered a weak protest. Kinsey reached down and traced a finger over each breast, then leaned in and sucked each nipple through the lace until they were hard. Rosalie gasped with pleasure. She tugged the bra down just enough that her nipples were bared. They were perfectly pink and fiercely erect against her creamy breasts.Kinsey couldn't get enough.

"Yeah," she said, her voice getting tight, "I could look at you for hours like this."

She pulled away and got all the way off the bed, watching Rosalie's eyes go wide. She didn't drop her gaze as she slipped off her panties and Rosalie broke first, her eyes tracking hungrily down her naked body. Slowly she came back to the bed and straddled her again.

"Kinsey." Rosalie's voice sounded shaky. "Come here and sit on my face."

Kinsey moaned. That sounded tempting as hell. Rosalie was trying to beat her at her own game though and there was no way she would let her.

"Uh uh." Kinsey waved her finger at her. "You're not going to get to control this, but it's cute that you want to try." Kinsey's fingers stroked teasingly along Rosalie lower abdomen, inches from where she needed her. Rosalie bit her lip, writhing beneath her. Kinsey smirked. "Beg for me."

"Please," Rosalie murmured, "let me lick you."

Kinsey heard herself whimper.

"I… oh my god… you know that's not what I meant," Kinsey admonished her. She reached down and lightly ran her fingers teasingly over Rosalie's panties, watching her eyelashes flutter with want. "Oh fuck you're wet. "

"Yes," Rosalie was almost panting at her touch, "of course I am. You're naked, on top of me, and I can see you but I can't touch you. Please, " she said again, "please let me taste you."

Kinsey was starting to feel dizzy. She sat up on her knees above her and with her eyes on Rosalie, she slipped her hand between her thighs and began to touch herself.

"Mmm," she gasped, "Would you look at that? I'm wet too."

Rosalie moaned and thrashed properly against her restraints now.

"Kinsey, please," she cried.

"No," Kinsey said, her fingers swirling faster. "You're too hot like this. The more you struggle, the more I want to come watching you." Rosalie made an inarticulate sound, her eyes latched onto Kinsey's moving fingers, nearly biting through her own lip. Kinsey kept going, working herself up as she watched Rosalie hunger for her, squirming her hips for relief that Kinsey wouldn't give her. She looked beside herself, small moans and cries of frustration escaping her.

Kinsey smiled a little, through her gasps, as she watched her.

"You need it, huh?" she said, sympathetically and Rosalie nodded frantically.

"Please," she whimpered. " Please baby."

Kinsey's mouth dropped open. She couldn't tell if it was calculated or if pushing Rosalie this far had brought it out of her, but the little slip of endearment in that voice, from those lips, pushed her to the brink. As her hips stuttered hard against her hand, she slipped up Rosalie's body until her knees were on either side of her head. She lowered her hips to where Rosalie was already leaning up to meet her, her mouth opening in a soft kiss right where she needed her, and with only a few perfect swirls of her tongue, Kinsey came flying apart against her mouth.

She managed to pull back before she literally drowned Rosalie, mindful that her hands were bound, but when she looked down Rosalie was looking up at her, eyes full of worship.

"Oh yes, " Rosalie whispered, her chest heaving, licking her lips. "Oh god, Kinsey …"

Kinsey slid back down her body, still trembling at the strength of the orgasm that had nearly wrung her out. She hooked her fingers into Rosalie's panties and pulled them off, pushing her thighs firmly apart.

"This pussy," she said softly, "oh fuck, I'd die for this pussy."

Kinsey gazed at Rosalie, totally exposed. She was so fucking beautiful. Then, meeting Rosalie's eye she slipped her fingers inside her, gasping at how hot and silky her body felt. Rosalie cried out and thrust her hips, desperate for relief. Kinsey leaned down and keeping her eyes on hers, softly slipped her tongue against her clit as she fucked her. Rosalie cried out so loudly that Kinsey mentally mapped the rest of the mansion in her head, wondering if anyone could hear her getting fucked. The thought spurred her on and she thrust harder, swirling her tongue insistently until finally Rosalie clenched down tightly on her fingers, spasming intensely, her thighs wrapping up around her face and coming for what felt like minutes.

When Kinsey sat up, she watched her for another long moment, taking in the sight of Rosalie limp in the sheets, still bound, panting and shuddering with aftershocks and relief. She wanted to commit the sight to memory forever. Then she slipped up and untied her, kissing each wrist as she let it go. Freed, Rosalie immediately gripped Kinsey tight and pulled her in, pressing her hot face into her throat and holding her whole body close. Kinsey clutched her back, slightly overwhelmed with the wild intensity they'd somehow created between them.

They held each other tight, skin against skin until their breathing finally slowed, then Kinsey pulled back just enough to kiss her. They made out softly for so long that she felt her heart go haywire.

"Where did you come from?" Rosalie's lips were against her ear and Kinsey shivered at the awe in her tone.

"This is… intense," Kinsey murmured, her limbs trembling a little. "I… should probably go." She hated the idea so much that she knew she absolutely should be leaving, right this second.

Rosalie clung tighter, as always chasing her as soon as she stepped back.

"This is your room," Rosalie reminded her.

Kinsey blinked. "Oh."

"Are you asking me to go?" Rosalie asked, her voice soft and Kinsey absolutely could not say yes to that.

She was already kissing Rosalie's throat, nuzzling into her soft skin, inhaling her scent and Rosalie was pulling her back to kiss her mouth. The kiss moved from soft and sweet to hungry and desperate. Before anyone could leave anyone, they were fucking again.

Kinsey awoke with a small jump. The lamp was still on. She had no idea how much time had passed, just that they'd spent hours swept away by the intensity of the heat between them. Every time it seemed they were ready to let go, a second of prolonged eye contact or the brush of a finger would push them back to the precipice again.

And then, clearly, they'd passed out.

Rosalie lay in Kinsey's arms, Kinsey holding her close even in her sleep. She had no idea how to navigate this now. If she hadn't been in her own room she would tiptoe out, quite sure Rosalie needed to wake up alone. But she was hardly going to kick her out; that was a whole other level of cold, and Kinsey did not feel remotely cold.

This was exactly what she wanted: Rosalie desperate for her, letting endearments slip, not wanting to let go. Rosalie snuggling her in her sleep like some kind of deeply sexy, cuddly lover.

It made her feel the opposite of what Rosalie had said she wanted… just sex, secrecy, and no future.

Kinsey looked down at the beautiful woman sleeping in her arms. She reached one hand out and switched off the light.

Danger signs flared in her mind.