The instant Rosie began to touch herself, a weird feeling slid through me. My chest tightened, and my gut swooped because I realized that the only person I wanted touching her was me.
My hand left her ass and moved around to shove her fingers away. Quickly, I took over, rubbing her hard little clit until she cried out.
“Find it, Rosie,” I ordered through gritted teeth, determined to get one more out of her.
“I can’t,” she whimpered, almost sobbing. It may have felt uncomfortable, but I knew pleasure would take over soon, and if I could just make her go off again, it would blow her mind.
Rosie started contracting tightly around me, her body fighting me and loving me at the same time. The animalistic sounds coming from her throat told me she was close.
I started to fuck her harder, hammering into her, and driving her forward onto her elbows. All thought for Rosie left me, and instinct took over as I started chasing my orgasm. My balls drew up so tight that my hips began to lose their rhythm, and I was too far gone to hold back anymore. As I circled her clit harder, sweat broke out across my forehead and neck.
“Give it to me,” I demanded, my voice breaking as I powered into her. My fingers flicked over her clit, and Rosie's loud whimpers turned to gasps and then a high, keening shriek as her body clenched down tight, squeezing the life from me.
That was it. I lost control and drove into Rosie’s snug pussy until dark spots swam in my vision.
My hand went to her throat, and I pulled her up so her back was pressed against my front as my cum shot into her like an erupting volcano.
I pulled Rosie’s face around, my hands sliding over her slippery skin. Her body arched for me, her eyes glazed, and her mouth opened, taking my lips and groaning down my throat while at the same time, swallowing my grunts of pleasure.
My heart dipped when Rosie’s ragged breaths began to sound like tiny sobs, and for one panic-stricken moment, I thought I’d pushed her too far. She’d started to shiver, so I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my lap, both of us still catching our breath. The sweat on her skin had cooled too fast, so I stood with her still in my arms and headed into her bedroom with her curling up against my chest while I rested my chin on her damp hair.
Once I removed what was left of her torn nightwear, I stripped off my jeans, tee, and sneakers, and slid in beside her. Then, tugging the comforter over our naked bodies, I pulled Rosie in close with my arm around her shoulder and her face resting on my pec.
“You okay, baby?” I murmured into her hair.
She snuggled closer. “I think so. I don’t know what happened. I’ve never reacted that way before.”
“It seemed like you had a bit of a drop at the end there.”
Her eyes lifted to meet mine, and she asked, “What’s that?”
“It’s related to BDSM in part,” I explained, running my fingertips up and down her back. “It’s when the high from a scene is so intense that after you climax, your hormone levels drop and you have a comedown. Maybe I pushed you too hard.”
She went up on one elbow and smiled at me. “I’ve never had multiple orgasms before, so I think it knocked me slightly out of whack. I loved it, though, and I don’t want you to stop doingwhat you did. If anything, I’d like to explore it further.” She paused before asking, “Are you into BDSM?”
My hand rested on her hip. “No, baby, but I like to be in control.”
Her lips quirked. “I got that already. Hell, I got that three years ago. Even then, you were bossy in the bedroom.” Her eyes narrowed on me, and I smiled inwardly as I saw attitude fill her expression. “How did you break into my house?”
I gave her a sheepish smile. “Picked your lock.”
“I nearly had a damned heart attack when I heard somebody creeping up the stairs. You’re lucky my gun’s still packed away in the garage, because if I had it to hand, I wouldn’t have hesitated in popping a cap in your ass.”
I busted out laughing. “Pop a cap in my ass? What are you, Robocop?”
Her lips twitched. “I’m a good shot, too. You could’ve gotten your dick blown off.”
That one made me wince, but still, I reached up and pushed her gently onto her back. “I’m sorry for what I said. I never meant it the way it came out, Ro, I promise. My mouth ran away from me. What I meant was that everything’s been a lot, not you. I’m still playing catch-up, and sometimes I hide inside my own head while I try to work through my feelings. I spoke to Callum, and he forced a come-to-Jesus moment on me and made me see that you’re right. I do struggle with opening up. I’ll work on it, though, I promise.”
Rosie’s eyes searched mine, and I saw a flicker of relief mingling with some natural skepticism, as if she half-believed me, but also half-expected me to fuck up again.
Couldn’t really blame her for that.
“Being around you and the kids will help,” I went on. “You all let it hang out, so I’m hoping it will rub off on me sooner or later.”
“What makes you so closed off?” she asked. “Is it something to do with your dad?”
I nodded, suddenly feeling uncomfortable but also knowing that I had no choice but to push through if I wanted to move forward.
