She comes back to life with a soft, shuddery breath, the light igniting in her open eyes like an electric spark.
I dart down at the same time she scrambles upward.
Our lips clash in the middle.
The kiss is savage, all these years of concealed love and desire finally bursting past the surface. Her hands fly around my neck, mine going around her waist, yanking her up until we’re both kneeling, her body pressed flush against mine. I’m licking hungrily into her mouth, and she’s opening up for me, tangling her tongue with mine, her scent spiking with lust when she no doubt tastes the iron of her own blood.
She licks my lips, then sucks on my tongue like she loves the taste of her blood in my mouth. I grunt, the thought and the action going straight to my clit.
I shove her torn dress and bra down her left shoulder. Her breast overfills my palm, soft and lush, and she cries out against my mouth. I squeeze firmly, rub a thumb harshly against her stiff nipple, making her cry out again.
We can’t breathe, but we don’t stop kissing, panting wildly into each other’s mouths. We pull apart only to get rid of my tank top and sports bra, pushing her dress and ripped bra down both her shoulders and off her arms until the material is pooled uselessly at her hips.
I take a moment to admire her. Fuck, all that beautiful dark brown skin drenched in red. The drooping curves of her full breasts, tipped with stiff, dark brown nipples, her areolas just as dark and wide, each covering nearly half of her tits. The plump curve of her belly, with a hint of stretch marks framing the bottom like the weaving of a dark basket, gently holding up all that softness. Her waist beads clinging to her skin in a multitude of dark blues and oranges and greens, emphasising the generous curves of her wide hips.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking lovely,” I groan. I lean down and suck her right tit into my mouth, my tongue stroking hard against the peaked tip, my right hand fondling with her left.
“Genevieve,” she keens, her right hand flying to my head, her nails digging into my plaits and my scalp. My name has never sounded so fucking sexy. She makes a low, sexy sobbing noise with each pull of my mouth on her breast, her body arching into me, her hips rocking needily. My own pussy clenches, my clit throbbing.
Like she can sense it, her left hand fumbles past the elastic waistband of my shorts, inside the edges of my briefs, the tips of her fingers finding the soaked lips of my pussy.
Jesus. My hips jerk into her touch, my clit pounding.
I need—I have to—
I push my right hand underneath her dress, dip my fingers inside her panties. Shit,shit—she’s so wet, silky soft and so fucking hot, oh my God.
“Genevieve,” she moans as I drench her fingers in my arousal.
Our mouths meet in a harsh, uncoordinated kiss. Her small fingers find my clit as mine find hers. Our teeth bite painfully into the inside of our lips, both of us crying out. She circles my clit, gentle but fast, and I instinctively match her pace.
We can’t kiss anymore, instead pressing our foreheads painfully together, breathing the same air.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, rutting into her touch like an animal, matching her stroke for stroke. “Oh fuck, oh fuck—”
It doesn’t take her long to notice. When she does, her pretty mouth falls open, and her thighs start to shake.
When she slows down, I slow down, too. She speeds up and I do the same. It makes something in my brain wonderfully confused, like I’m stroking myself when I’m not.
Her grip on my scalp and the ends of my cornrows turns painful. My free arm is wrapped around her waist, my palm squeezing and gripping the soft flesh of her ass hard.
The pressure builds and builds, both of us going silent as the orgasm rises. Just when I think we’re about to crest, she movesher fingers at the last second, dipping them further down to the opening of my pussy.
“Shit, shit.” My eyes sting at the loss, my hips desperately jerking as my clit throbs angrily at being denied.
Her teeth sink into her lower lip, a low noise of both pleasure and agony vibrating in her throat. My fingers obediently follow hers, sliding down her puffy lips to her dripping opening.
I keen when she dips one finger, up to the knuckle, inside me. She sobs out my name when I do the same. Her pussy is hot and so fucking tight, her opening milking the tip of my finger, making my mind splinter with lust. We move closer at the same time, mashing our bodies together, our arms pressed awkwardly between us.
We end up straddling each other’s legs, our right hands crushed between pussy and thigh, both of us riding messily, our foreheads pressed so harshly together I’m afraid our skulls will soon become one.
We groan when we slide our fingers out, leaving us both clenching needily around nothing.
When we stop shaking, her fingers move up again, mine following suit.
Rosemary’s head drops onto my shoulder, weak and overwhelmed with pleasure. I slide my hand from her ass up and into her braids, fisting them tight, yanking her head back until her eyes are locked with mine.
“Don’t take your eyes off me, omemi.”
