3.28 Post Date I

3.28 Post Date I

The trip back to their room was frantic.

Zoey barely lasted a second through the entry before she had Rosalie pinned against the wall. She kicked the door shut with her foot, her mouth on Rosalie’s before it finished slamming closed.

The kiss was nothing like their chaste, heart-fluttering one back at the parlor. It was hungry and needy. She pried Rosalie’s mouth open and explored, drinking her taste. There had always been something holding Zoey back from doing this, from taking Rosalie’s lips directly, but the dam had been broken. She could enjoy Rosalie in full.

Still kissing, Zoey lifted Rosalie up and put her on the entry hall’s table, clattering something to the ground in the process, which she paid no attention to. Their mouths didn’t break during the adjustment. Zoey hiked Rosalie’s dress up and ran her hands up and down her legs, reveling in how smooth and warm they were under her fingers. Rosalie's own hands buried into Zoey's hair, pulling her head in closer, giving better purchase for their tongues as they tasted each other.

Rosalie broke away first, panting heavily. The burning flush on her face, creeping down her neck, had to be mirrored by Zoey; she felt like she'd caught fire.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that," Zoey said breathlessly.

Rosalie returned the sentiment, but not with words. She pulled Zoey back into her mouth, returning to their frantic exploration. Her hands stopped ruffling through Zoey's hair and ventured to less appropriate places. Her smooth digits slipped into Zoey's waist band, and Zoey groaned as Rosalie rubbed her cock through her boxers. The friction was agonizing, with their rush back to the room having been more effective foreplay than actual foreplay ever could have been. She'd been rock hard for minutes, anticipating this. And Rosalie's slippery tongue against her own ... even with all of Zoey's practice recently, she might find it difficult to keep this boiling underneath her skin from pouring over.

Rosalie pulled back. She gasped out, "You can—you can go all the way, tonight. I want to feel you inside me."

Zoey growled as she picked Rosalie up, and, staggering with the awkward, frantic grip she had while still kissing her, dragged her to bed. She tossed her down onto the sheets and crawled over her. For a minute longer, she hungrily explored Rosalie's mouth, then, frustrated, pulled away. She fumbled off her shoes and tossed them to the side. Rosalie's heels followed a second later, likewise undressing herself.

"Keep the dress on. I want to fuck you in it.”

Zoey wiggled down her pants, then underwear, and finally tossed off her shirt and bra, too. It had barely been a handful of seconds to rip the clothing off, but each had been frustrating to no end. She turned back to Rosalie and crawled over her. She'd kept everything on, as Zoey had told her to. Seeing the blonde girl laid out beneath her, flushed, in her pretty blue sundress was a sight that almost stunned Zoey—except for how badly she needed to be inside her, spurring her forward with an even stronger desire.

Zoey hiked Rosalie's dress up at the same time Rosalie’s hand found Zoey's cock. She stroked eagerly up and down. Zoey wiggled a hand into Rosalie's panties and rubbed two fingers against her lips, smiling at the wetness she found. She pushed Rosalie’s panties to the side, leaning forward so their faces were only a few inches away.

Zoey drank in the sight, then pushed her hips forward so that the tip of her cock brushed against Rosalie's entrance. Rosalie, hand still gripping Zoey's cock, ran her cock up and down, parting her lower lips. Rosalie panted up at her, savoring in the friction—and suspense—as much as Zoey was.

Zoey could barely hold it together. That was Rosalie's pussy she had her cock rubbing into. All Zoey had to do was push her hips forward, and she'd be in. Inside Rosalie.

She wanted to feel the noises Rosalie made when it happened. She leaned forward and captured Rosalie's mouth.

Then pushed her hips forward.

She slid into Rosalie's pussy.

Zoey could barely hear the words. That familiar pressure was building in her stomach, cock, radiating outward, suffusing her with warmth. Fuck. She was going to cum inside Rosalie. Fill her up with her seed and make her hers. She was going to breed Rosalie. She almost couldn't hear Rosalie's next words, the idea was so enrapturing.

If she’d had an ounce of sense left in her brain, she’d realize that Rosalie could just take a potion later, and they’d be fine. But lost in the fantasy of stuffing her girlfriend’s womb with a hot load, Zoey’s brain was telling her that what she was doing couldn’t be come back from. That if she finished, she’d get Rosalie pregnant.

“Deal?” Zoey gasped.

"I'll let you finish inside, but I want something from you."

"Anything," Zoey groaned. She leaned her head into the bed next to Rosalie as she jerked faster and faster. She was reaching a point of no return. She really should drink the potion, even if Rosalie hadn't asked her to. Rosalie wasn’t thinking straight. But her hips weren't stopping. She needed Rosalie's pussy around her. She needed to empty herself in her pretty girlfriend. To claim her by stuffing her womb full.

"Anything?" Rosalie asked.

"Yes. Yes, please, anything."

"Okay. Then go ahead," Rosalie murmured into Zoey's ear. “Breed me.”

She didn't stand a chance. She slapped forward, her orgasm crashing into her. She came hard, crying out. Heat rushed through her veins, and every muscle in her body tensed. Her toes curled, and finally the first spurt came. Zoey pumped thick strings of hot cum fourteen inches into Rosalie, into her womb, filling her with baby batter. Unprotected. Beneath her, Rosalie began to shake, the experience crashing through her with the same force.

They kissed, frantically, even as Zoey's mind was wiped clean with the explosion of pleasure. Her cock pulsed and pulsed, pumping out load after load into Rosalie. It stuffed her to overflowing, pouring the sticky material out onto the bed sheets. Zoey worked in and out despite her sensitivity, rubbing at Rosalie's clit, helping her to an equally erasing high.

When the orgasm left her, Zoey collapsed on top of Rosalie, their sweaty skin pressed together. They panted, dizzy from the intensity of what they'd done. Zoey’s cock stayed in Rosalie’s pussy, still hard, despite how thoroughly it’d been milked.

“Shit,” Zoey murmured. “Is that— I shouldn’t have—“

“Made me yours? Why not? I am.”

Zoey pulled up—somehow, despite her exhaustion—and studied Rosalie’s pale blue eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, but her orgasm had washed past her and her lucidity was back, the same as Zoey.

“But,” she admitted, lips curling. “It would be rather inconvenient. I’ll need to take something.” She leaned forward and kissed Zoey. “You were just so enthusiastic,” she murmured into Zoey’s lips, laughter in her voice. “You really have a thing for that, don’t you?”

Zoey flushed, choosing to kiss Rosalie back instead of answering. Yeah, she guessed she did. But doubly so when it came to Rosalie. She couldn’t believe she’d pumped her so full. Her cock pulsed, still inside Rosalie, at the reminder.

Finally, Zoey broke the kiss. “But the ‘something you wanted from me’. How much am I going to regret it?”

Rosalie smiled. “Well. The good news is, you won’t have to wait long to find out. I’m calling it in now.”