Page 35 of Dearly Unbeloved
“Rose.” I grind my teeth together, wrapping my legs around her. She holds steady, though.
“You want more?” she asks, her voice smooth and cool like marble. I nod and she hums, leaning over me until her body is pressed against mine. Her hand is trapped between us, still a fraction of an inch away from where I want her.
Warm air tickles my nose, and I open my eyes, sucking in a breath when I realize her face is hovering right above mine. My eyes fall to her lips, pink and a little swollen. I lick mine, missing the taste of her.
“Be a good girl and say please, wife,” she murmurs, increasing the pressure of her finger. If she was just a little bit higher up, I’d already be coming.
“Seriously?”
She smirks, nodding, and brushing her lips over my cheek. I groan, trying to move my hips, but she has me trapped. Rose has the upper hand here, and she knows it. This is more than her being dominant and me being submissive; this is the same fight to the death we’ve been in for a year. And it’s about time I took back a little control.
“Please, honey,” I say, lifting a hand to cup her face. I’m both happy and surprised I don’t sound like I’m begging, because I’m damn close to doing just that. “You feel so good. Please give me more.”
Rose pulls back, her eyebrows lifting in surprise before she narrows them. I didn’t miss the bob of her throat when I called her “honey” at the picnic, or the way her pupils dilated.
She chuckles, humorless. “You’re playing with fire, Sierra,” she says against my lips.
I slide my fingers into her hair, dragging my nails over her scalp until she lets loose a soft sigh. “Then light me up, Rosie.”
“Fuck,” she mutters, then presses her tongue between my lips at the same time she drags her finger up, finally grazing my clit.
Lights sparkle behind my eyelids, lighting up the darkness like fireworks. Rose circles my clit slowly, soft and gentle, but her mouth is anything but. Her tongue battles with mine. With her free hand, she grips my face, her fingertips pressing hard against my temple.
I twist beneath her, my body ablaze as she drinks down every whimper, every cry, every curse trying to escape my lips. She pulls back, giving herself more room, and pinches my clit lightly between her fingers.
“Oh fuck.Rose.”
“There it is,” she replies, sounding smug as fuck, but it’s hard to care when she moves back and teases my pussy with two fingers. “Is this oka?—”
“Yes, yes. Fuck, please.” I’m officially into begging territory.
“Listen to you begging for me.” Of course she noticed. “You sound so good,” she says, pressing her fingers inside me and curling. I clench around her, my head spinning. “But you look even better. Falling apart for me suits you.”
I want to argue, to talk back, to prove her wrong. But she’s not. Falling apart for her is exactly what I’m doing, and I couldn’t stop even if I tried.
Her thumb brushes back and forth across my clit as her fingers curl inside me, hitting something fucking magical. Pressure builds to a boiling point at the center of my chest, and I gasp for air because I’ve forgotten how to breathe properly.
She pulls her fingers out of me, and I cry out at the loss of her. Her ponytail tickles my thigh, and I open my eyes,my vision hazy. I look down just in time to watch her spread my thighs and duck her head between them.
Her lips close around my clit, and I think I leave my body for a second. Her name is ripped from my throat, my fists clenched so tight I can feel my nails pressing into my palms. Rose lavishes me with her tongue, bringing me to the edge of a cliff. She groans, the vibration almost enough to tip me off. Just as I’m sure I might fall, she pulls away.
She stares up at me, framed by my thighs, her lips soaked. With me.
Oh god.
“Do you want to come now, or do you want me to drag it out?” she asks, and fuck me, she’s panting.
“I get a choice?” My voice is like gravel, hoarse from crying out.
“This time,” she says. “This time you get to choose. Don’t get used to it, though.”
This time. This isn’t a one-time thing. We live together, we can do this whenever we want. It’s not like I have to hold back now, because this is all we have.
“I want to come.”
She raises a brow, expectantly.
“Please may I come?”
