Rosemary and Cornelia Pt. 08 - Sex Stories

Rosemary and Cornelia Pt. 08

Cornelia breathed in the scent of the girl, running her lips against her neck with a gentle purr. She let a kiss trail down her neck to the back of her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around the girl, started exploring her skin, moving up towards her beautiful breasts. Cornelia let out a shuddering breath, realizing she'd been a little more pent up than she'd thought. She grumbled, but her hands returned to a comfortable resting position, her mouth stopping the gentle exploration. "Goodnight, pet." She whispered. Her breath was still unsteady when she exhaled deeply, trying to calm herself and fall asleep. She fidgeted, her legs trying to find a more comfortable position. She was exhausted, but sleep refused to find her.

Cornelia could feel her arousal from earlier starting to rise up in her. The scene replaying in her head, Rosemary's screams, her excitement, her desperate demand for more. The way sweat had dripped down her face, fear mixed with sheer force of will in her eyes. The will to submit, to take everything Cornelia could throw at her. Cornelia felt her toes curling, her breathing growing faster. If she was alone she might have tried to touch herself but she knew there was no point, she could barely ever get off properly that way, though... with the scene playing in her head over and over, so fresh in her memory, maybe she could've this once. She was fairly sure Rosemary was asleep, should she? No. She didn't have time and she didn't really feel good touching ...

... herself anyway, felt teenage, embarrassing and shameful. She knew that was her own trauma, her parents through her, but it didn't change how she felt, just made her more frustrated by it. She rolled onto her back, her arm still under Rosemary. She felt like she'd been lying there an hour but she was fairly sure it had barely been 15 minutes and whatever she did seemed to worsen it.

Rosemary had closed her eyes, but found sleep elusive, that was normal for her. If she was lucky Rosemary got four, maybe five hours of sleep. If she was lucky. She functioned regularly off of three hours usually. She just didnt sleep well, past trauma's bubbled up to the surface and she would wake up in terror, screaming, wondering where she was, but tonight felt different, there was an air of comfort as she felt Cornelia wrap her arms around her. Then the hands began exploring her and she let out tiny moans and murmurs of pleasure. She felt Cornelia's hands grab her breasts and slightly hook her nipple rings with her thumbs, pulling on them softly for a bit and Rosemary felt herself thrust out her chest slightly. Wetness began building between her legs then it stopped. It stopped completely and Rosemary opened her eyes.

Sleep had been shot to hell for the next little while but what was strange was that Cornelia couldnt seem to sleep either, she kept thrashing and moving, making small noises and mumbling to herself, they were things Rosemary couldnt quite make out but it was clear Cornelia was ...