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Dorothy was standing by the coffee machine, pouring herself a second cup of coffee, while Sophia was cooking.
Suddenly, Rose walked in, greeting them with excitement.
Whatever Dorothy was going to say, evaporated when her eyes landed on her wife's figure skating dress.
It was a silly dress. Dorothy knew that if she had seen it on its own, she might have even discouraged Rose from wearing it. But it looked great on her.
While she was trying to take in the dress and the way it complimented Rose's body, she was also trying to understand why she hadn't seen it before.
“Guess where I'm going!” Rose exclaimed.
Dorothy knew that the correct answer was the bedroom. However, since her mother was there, she feigned nonchalance and used her sarcasm to hide her thoughts. She didn't want her mother to realize that she was so interested in such a silly dress. Or the way it accentuated her wife's bosom and complimented her fine legs.
“A sanitarium up north?”
She took her seat as Rose reminded her of the figure skating seniors’ championship that she had mentioned a couple of months ago.
Dorothy remembered that, but in that moment, all she cared about was the dress.
It’s just a silly figure skating dress, she thought, while Rose talked to Sophia. It's just a dress.
In the early stages of their relationship, Dorothy would have been flustered upon having such lewd thoughts. But now that they were married, she didn't really care. If Rose was wearing something so appealing, she always let her know just how much she liked it.
She wanted to do the same now, but she would have to wait. Maybe she could at least kiss Rose, just to get a taste before she left, once she walked out of the kitchen.
When Blanche walked in the kitchen too, starting up a conversation with Rose, Dorothy pursed her lips. She was anything but happy about the fact that she would have to wait until Rose stopped blabbering to get her kiss.
To her absolute dismay, all she got from Rose, before she left in a hurry due to tardiness, was a peck on the lips.
Unfortunately, Dorothy wasn't working on that day, so it had been difficult to get her mind off of that dress.
Rose had told them not to wait for her for lunch. So Dorothy would have to wait longer.
Dorothy was trying her best to think of anything but that dress. But she failed.
She ended up thinking about all the things she could do to her, while she was wearing that dress.
They had been four months into their relationship, when Rose walked into Dorothy's room with a blue dress that made Dorothy shiver even at the thought of it. Dorothy had shown her her appreciation for it, right then and there. And ever since, Rose would show her a new dress first in private.
So, Dorothy couldn't understand why her wife had neglected to introduce her to that one as well.
All that desire built up inside her, but she waited patiently for Rose to return.
Thankfully, Sophia and Blanche had plans, so they would both be out of the house for a few hours. Dorothy was definitely going to take advantage of that.
This way it would be even better, since she could make Rose be as loud as she wanted.
So, she waited. Sophia left. And then, Blanche left.
When Rose walked through the front door, she found Dorothy sitting on the couch, watching TV.
Dorothy turned it off.
“Hi, dear.”
“Hey, Rosie. How was practice?”
“I… Well…”
“What's the problem?”
“It would have been fun, if there hadn't been so much pressure. I tried to push through, but I realized that I don't really like figure skating. I told Mr. Ninervini that I am no longer interested in the championship.”
Dorothy stood up and walked to Rose, with sympathy written on her face.
“Oh, sweetheart, I hope that wasn't too stressful for you. However, I am glad that you stood your ground and chose what makes you happy.”
She smiled softly and left a tender kiss on Rose's lips.
When she pulled back, Rose was smiling up at her.
“Can I ask you a question, sweetheart?” Dorothy inquired.
“Of course.”
“Why didn't you show me this dress beforehand?”
“Well, I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Don’t you think that you should have made the surprise when we were alone?”
“Why?”
“So that I could have properly showed you just how much I like it.”
Rose watched as Dorothy took off her ear muffs and the scarf from around her neck.
She understood what Dorothy meant and blushed.
“You- You like this dress? It's just a figure skating dress. I didn't think that… And you didn't seem very excited about it, this morning.”
“This morning, my mother was in the kitchen. And then, Blanche walked in and you couldn't stop blabbering, until you left in a hurry and all I got was a peck.”
“Oh, sweetie, I didn't mean to make you feel neglected.”
“I didn't feel neglected. But, you can't just show up in this dress without preparing me first! I… I can't stop thinking about it. It looks great on you.”
Dorothy's long and slender fingers travelled down her neck, until they reached a spot under her collarbone.
Rose’s lips parted at the sensation. Dorothy always knew how to make her heart beat fast.
Rose was genuinely surprised, yet excited at Dorothy's reaction. Her voice was lower, it usually dropped when she was being seductive, and the way Dorothy was looking at her… Rose always felt weak when those eyes were focused on her with such intensity.
“Dorothy,” she exhaled.
Dorothy leaned forward slowly, keeping a small distance between their lips.
“Can I show you just how much I like this dress on you?”
Rose wondered if Dorothy genuinely thought that she would say no. She would have to be mad to refuse.
“Yes,” she whispered, and an almost imperceptible tremor of anticipation coursed through her body.
Dorothy took hold of her hand and led her hurriedly to their bedroom.
She closed the door and pressed Rose against it. Rose didn't have time to say anything when Dorothy's lips captured hers in a hungry kiss.
Their hands roamed above clothes. Rose moaned in Dorothy's mouth, because Dorothy's tongue dominated hers, claiming every inch of her mouth.
Dorothy pulled back and both women gasped for air. Dorothy made a trail with her fingers, from Rose's neck, down to the line between her breasts, where the v ended. Then, she passed her hands slowly over Rose's clothed breasts, and down her sides. She looked into Rose's eyes and saw her own desire reflected in those pretty blue eyes.
The view only made Dorothy more and more aroused, so she didn’t waste any time before she got down on her knees.
“Dorothy?” Rose asked, already out of breath.
“I’ve been imagining how I was going to devour you,” she admitted in a voice so seductive, that Rose could practically feel it go straight to her core.
Her breath caught at the statement and the sensation of her wife's hands touching her legs reverently.
Rose was not sure she would ever breathe again, not when Dorothy was behaving like that. Seeing all that hunger and desire directed at her, left her helpless at Dorothy's mercy.
Dorothy was staring up at her, and Rose wondered if she expected her to say something. Dorothy had to be very silly if she believed that Rose was able to voice any thought into a coherent sentence.
Dorothy moved her hands up Rose's legs.
Once she reached the hem of the dress, she lifted it and motioned for Rose to hold it. Rose obliged immediately, the movement causing the throbbing to intensify.
Dorothy lowered her stockings and her panties down to her ankles. An audible gasp left Rose's lips, when air replaced her underwear.
Dorothy removed the ankle boots from Rose's feet. The stockings and panties followed.
She caressed her thighs, and Rose already felt like passing out.
She tightened her fists on the hem of her dress, trying to control her breathing.
Then, she felt Dorothy's hands rest firmly on her thighs. She looked up at her.
“Open your legs for me, baby.”
Rose complied. A couple of seconds later, Dorothy placed her mouth on Rose.
Rose arched her back and her head bumped lightly on the door, but she didn't give a damn.
At first, Dorothy was going slow. She adored how lustful Rose looked when she teased her.
She stared up at Rose, watching her wife become more and more disheveled.
Soon enough, she got the result she wanted, a smirk on her lips, as she sucked on her wife's clit.
With Rose's moaning and gasping, Dorothy felt herself wet with need, but she was in no hurry. Her goal was to devour Rose, until she felt satiated.
In one movement, she grabbed Rose's right leg and put it over her shoulder. In response, Rose yelped, but it turned abruptly into a moan, when Dorothy's mouth landed on her entrance.
From that point on, it was all a haze of pleasure.
Rose was lost in pleasure, and no coherent thought was able to form in her mind. One hand grasped even more tightly at the hem, while the other went into Dorothy's soft, thick hair.
Dorothy ate her roughly out, relishing in knowing that Rose wanted to be taken apart like that by her. Every single gasp and moan was the fuel that kept her mouth working, knowing that she was the only one that got to see this side of Rose.
Rose could not hold her moans inside. Not when Dorothy was eating her out so roughly and with such hunger. Her head fell back against the door, her gaze looking up at the ceiling, as her body elevated with pleasure.
She felt like she was being claimed by Dorothy and that thought was what pushed her over the edge.
When Rose went over the edge, she went hard. Dorothy was eating her out at a relentless pace, making obscene sounds with her mouth, and Rose came with a cry, her legs shaking, her body trembling against the door, as Dorothy kept going, helping her ride her orgasm, gulping her juices. That last part, only made the orgasm have a longer duration, and a violent tremor to course through her thighs.
At the same time, Dorothy was sure she just had a small orgasm of her own.
Dorothy pulled back, receiving a whimper from Rose. She looked up at her. Rose was looking up at the ceiling, resting all her weight against the door, trying to catch her breath. Her hand dropped from Dorothy's head.
Dorothy could feel her knees dig into the floor, but she didn't care about the pain. Not with that kind of view. She wiped her chin.
When Rose felt like she could breathe again, she looked down at Dorothy in disbelief.
“…You must really love this dress!”
Dorothy smirked in response.
She stood up, frowning in the process, as her knees ached.
Rose held her, supporting some of her weight.
“Oh, Dorothy, your knees! Oh, I shouldn't have let you-”
“Fuck my knees.”
Rose stared back in surprise.
Dorothy kissed her passionately and Rose groaned upon tasting herself in Dorothy's mouth.
Rose's hands caressed Dorothy's breasts above her clothes. Dorothy inhaled sharply, before taking hold of her arms and pushing them away.
Rose broke the kiss and stared at her confused.
“I’m not done with you.”
“You're not?” Rose asked breathlessly.
“Of course not. I've been waiting all day to have you like this.”
“All day?”
“Yes, Rose. All day. So, I would like to use my strap-on.”
“Oh.”
“Do you mind?”
“Oh, no! No, definitely not.” Dorothy thought she looked cute while she emphatically moved her head.
“Good. And you're keeping the dress.”
“Well, I don't see myself wearing it anytime soon, since I won't be taking part in the tournament, but I wouldn't throw it away.”
“I meant now.”
“Now… as in now?”
“Yes. That's what now means.”
“Oh… Dorothy, that's…” She paused, while she looked nervously from side to side. “…naughty,” she admitted in almost a whisper, looking guilty.
“Do you not like naughty?” She inquired, while she caressed Rose's neck.
She watched Rose's pupils slightly dilate.
“No, I- I didn't say that. I just- I wanted to let you know…”
“Thank you, darling, but I am already aware of it. Now, can we please move to the bed, so that I can elicit some more moans from your pretty mouth.”
Rose gasped. “Dorothy!”
The scolding and her blush seemed only to encourage Dorothy further.
The next part was more of a haze. They moved to the bed. Rose helped Dorothy take off her clothes, as Dorothy left hickeys on Rose's neck.
Rose saw her pull out the strap-on.
She watched as she put it on. She bit her lip.
“Why do you like this dress so much?”
Dorothy scanned her body again, in a way that made Rose hold back a weak moan.
“It's the way it compliments your body. And it shows off your pretty legs.”
“Oh. I hadn't noticed it looked that good.”
“You have no idea how delicious you look in this dress, do you?”
“Dorothy! Stop teasing me like that!”
Dorothy secured the strap-on and had Rose lie back down.
“I'm not teasing you. I'm just telling the truth.”
She lifted the hem of Rose's dress, letting it rest on her stomach.
Rose gasped, as the air hit her naked and very sensitive vagina. Dorothy spread her thighs open and Rose couldn't hold back a weak moan.
Rose felt exposed, but also very turned on. The way Dorothy was taking in her body was… stimulating, to say the least.
Dorothy pressed two fingers against her entrance, teasing her. She began moving them in a circle.
“Dorothy!”
“What?”
“Stop teasing me!”
“Someone's in a hurry,” she commented with power, yet breathlessly. “Do you even understand what I had to go through all day? I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd do to you.”
Rose gasped. Dorothy continued.
“You know that I want to see your new dresses in private first. And your skirtsuits.”
Rose moaned at a specific movement of Dorothy's fingers against her entrance.
“Dorothy,” she whined. “Please…”
“What do you need, baby?”
“I need you… inside me…”
“You have to tell me that you understand your mistake first.”
Rose seemed to hesitate, so Dorothy removed her fingers. Rose's hips snapped upwards and she let out a small whining noise.
“Say it, Rose.”
“I won't make that mistake again, Dorothy. From now on, I'll always show you a new dress in private first! Even if I think that you won't be too thrilled about it.”
“You should let me be the judge of that.”
Dorothy was satisfied, so she lined up and entered Rose in one move, reaching up to the hilt. Rose threw her head back in pleasure. She was so wet from her previous orgasm, that Dorothy had slipped inside with zero effort.
She found a slow, agonizing pace, hitting the same spot over and over again. Dorothy would snap her hips forward, then draw back slowly, making sure that only the tip was inside her wife, before snapping forward once more.
Rose felt like she was losing her mind. The way Dorothy kept hitting that spot steadily, drove her crazy. She needed her to pick up the pace. Her eyes were rolling back, at the sharp pleasure each thrust gave her.
“Dorothy! You're still teasing me!”
“Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?”
Rose was too lost in lust to feel embarrassed. All she could do was moan.
“I spent the whole day being teased by you, even if it wasn't on purpose, so I think that I deserve to return some of that teasing.”
Rose moaned once more at Dorothy's words. To have Dorothy obsessed with her, so affected by the way she looked in her dress, it all made her heart expand and her walls to draw Dorothy in.
When Rose had picked out the dress, it had not crossed her mind that Dorothy would love it so much. But she couldn't say that she minded Dorothy's reaction.
The whole situation drove her deeper into pleasure. Her wife was having her way with her, while she was still wearing her dress. Dorothy had never done this before with a strap-on, and Rose would be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy it.
Although, she needed her wife to move faster. This agonizing pace felt like it would kill her. She needed to get her to lose control, and she knew exactly how to do that.
She guided Dorothy down to her. Dorothy's hips paused, as her head came a little to the side above Rose's.
Rose placed her mouth next to her ear and put a hand over them. It was easier to say this in Dorothy's ear, than out loud.
“Dorothy, I need you to fuck me fast. Please, baby, I need you.”
Dorothy pulled back and stared into Rose's eyes, witnessing the lust that had just dripped from her words.
Rose saw the change in Dorothy's face, when a moment later, she felt the thrusts begin again, only this time vigorously.
Dorothy thrusted fast inside her, hitting the same sensitive spot over and over again.
Rose could feel a very strong orgasm build inside her, so she put a hand on her mouth to muffle what she could feel was going to be something loud. She didn't know if it was going to be a scream or a cry, but it was going to be too loud and too embarrassing.
However, Dorothy had a different opinion. One of the hands that were gripping Rose's hips, reached up and removed Rose's hand from her mouth, pinning it to the side of her head.
Dorothy didn't stop thrusting.
“I want to hear you.”
But Rose shook her head in refusal and used her other hand to cover her mouth.
Dorothy stopped rocking her hips, as her other hand reached up to free Rose's mouth. She pinned that hand, too, to the side of Rose's head.
“Stop that.”
“But, Dorothy, I have to! I am going to be very loud! I can- I can feel it!”
“It’s only us two in here. Be as loud as you want.”
“But-”
“I said, I want to hear you.”
“No, you don't! I will be too loud!”
“Rose, we're married. You've been loud before. And I appreciated it.”
“No, not like this time! Dorothy, I won't be able to control this! It will be embarrassingly loud!”
Rose struggled to break free, but it was pointless.
She applied more pressure on Rose's pinned wrists and lowered her face so that it would be closer to Rose's.
“You will not put your hands on your mouth, Rose. If you do, I'll stop. Do you understand that?”
“But, Dorothy-”
“Do you understand?”
Rose would do anything to keep Dorothy from stopping. She just hoped that Dorothy wouldn't regret it.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now,” she began as she left Rose's pinned wrists and gripped her hips, picking up her pace again, “you will let yourself be loud.”
She was staring at Rose's face, without intending to look away.
“I want to hear you, Rose. Don't hide from me. It's not embarrassing. I love it when you lose control.”
Rose moaned in response. She couldn't get a grasp on reality with Dorothy talking to her like that, gripping her hips and fucking her. It was more than Rose could handle, but Dorothy was telling her how much she wanted to hear her and Rose felt like the most special person in the world.
And the way Dorothy was staring at her… that didn't help at all.
She knew that Dorothy always wanted to see her unravel and filled with pleasure and satisfaction, but this was something more… Rose could not describe it.
But Dorothy was still watching intently, and when Rose moaned, each time louder than the other, a satisfied expression graced her features.
She slightly changed her position. Her pace became relentless, too eager to push Rose over the edge. It was all too much and Rose looked away.
“Rose, look at me.”
And Rose did, even as she felt like she was losing her mind, even while gasping and moaning.
But Dorothy could see that she was still holding back.
So, as she was pounding into her, she stared intently into her eyes and made sure that Rose would understand how much she meant what she was about to say.
“Let go, Rosie. I want to see you let go.”
Rose would always wonder how Dorothy managed to carry so much power and so much need in one word. It sounded like demanding and begging at the same time.
And Rose did as told. Because her wife seemed to need just what she did.
When Dorothy hit that spot once more, Rose cried out as she was pushed over the edge. It was a cry so loud that it rang throughout the entire house.
Once Rose let go, she continued her relentless pace, wanting to give her the strongest of orgasms. And all the while she didn't take her eyes off of her face, all the moans and cries a beautiful symphony in her ears.
The image was so sensual that Dorothy felt herself have an actual orgasm while untouched. A violent orgasm that sneaked up on her.
“Oh, Rose, fuck!”
She snapped her hips forward sharply many times, while crying out, causing Rose's lower body to spasm violently, as a second orgasm took over her.
Rose cried out Dorothy's name, while a couple of tears ran down the sides of her face. Dorothy's name came out repeatedly, mingled in a string of I love yous, because Dorothy had lost all control of her movements and was spasming as she was buried deep inside Rose, making the blonde see stars.
They were one big mess, fucking and spasming and crying out and moaning and whining, while they rode out their orgasms. And all that, alongside the squeaking of the bed, resonated inside the entire house.
Only when they both fell front their highs did Dorothy pull out.
She barely had the strength to take off her strap-on, and then, she collapsed next to Rose.
When she recovered, she took off Rose's dress and her bra. She lingered on the bruises on Rose's hips. Apparently, she had been gripping her a little too hard during her orgasm. She had found a long time ago, that Rose didn't mind these bruises, so she allowed her possessiveness to be satisfied at the sight of them.
Then, she pulled her close again, their legs entangled.
She cupped Rose's face with a hand between her face and the mattress. The other was holding Rose close by her waist.
Rose seemed to have just come back down on Earth.
“Are you okay, baby?”
Rose closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against Dorothy's hand. When she opened her eyes, she gazed at Dorothy with so much love, that Dorothy felt her heart skip a beat.
She smiled in understanding. Rose had enjoyed this just as much as she had.
“You don't seem to mind how loud I was. I think that was the loudest I've ever been.”
Rose was blushing, looking at Dorothy with that shy look that made her heart fill with warmth.
“Of course I don’t mind. I meant what I said. I want to hear you. And don't you ever try to muffle it again, if we're all alone.”
Rose nodded. She leaned in for a short and tender kiss.
“I guess that it's a good thing that I gave up figure skating.”
Dorothy frowned. “Why?”
“Because I'll only wear it in our private moments. At least this way, I won't have to worry about it getting damaged.”
Dorothy smirked. “Well, I can't make any promises.”
“What do you mean?”
Dorothy waited a few seconds for Rose to catch the meaning of her words. She watched with a smirk as her eyes widened in embarrassment.
“Oh, Dorothy! That's not- You can't-”
Dorothy kissed her neck at a spot that she knew was ticklish, resulting in Rose breaking into giggles.
“Dorothy, that's unfair!” She scolded through giggles.
“I don't play fair, baby.”
They remained entangled, giggling and kissing, before they got under the covers and fell asleep.