I shift and spread her thighs until I’m between them, her pussy fully bared to me. She trims it neatly, and I like that she doesn’t shave it all. It makes her look like a woman—one that I’m about to claim forever.
Before I move further, though, I reach down to push some hair back behind her ear, then cup her cheek in my palm.
“Rosette.”
Her eyes flash up to mine, and the lust in them is palpable.
“I want you to know that I’m yours. I’vebeen yours for a long time, and I plan to keep it that way.” I lean closer, my cock thirsting for nothing more than to be inside her. “I’m going to learn everything about you. And then, once I understand you… I’m going to love you. I’m going to love you so hard that you’ll never look anywhere else for it.”
She searches my face as if suspicious of what I’ve said. I kiss her once more, letting everything I feel soak into her, then retreat so I can finally do what I’ve been dying to do since the very first moment I laid eyes on Ms. Kristoff.
ROSETTE
I don’t recognize Mr. Roth anymore. No, now he’s Vincent, the real Vincent, and he’s not at all what I expected to lie underneath the gruff and steel. The way his eyes are searching me makes him look truly vulnerable, now that he’s put out on the table how he feels about me.
“I’ve never loved anyone,” I finally admit. “But… I am open to learning.”
That smile returns, the one that I’ve only seen for the first time tonight, and Vincent’shand skates down my cheek to my breasts, then my pelvis. He pushes my thighs farther apart, hiking them up over his hips, then takes his cock in his hand.
“First lesson.” He huffs with pleasure as he smears his pre-cum all over me. Then he slides down, right to where he belongs, and ever so slowly pushes through.
I gasp at how wide he spreads me with just the head, stretching me open for him as far as I can go. Still mightily aroused from sitting on his face, I feel myself squeezing down at the same time he slides in farther, asking me to open for him.
“Damn,” Vincent groans, staring down at where his cock is spearing me. “Your pussy is glorious.” He cants his hips back slightly, then shoves himself deeper.
This is different—everything about it is different from fucking on Mr. Roth’s desk. Now, Vincent is peering inside me, his yellow eyes with the blown-out pupils staring down into mine as he retreats again, then tests the waters, slowly making his way inside me. No one has ever had sex with me like this before, going slow, holding me steady, controlling every movement of every muscle as carefully as Vincent does. Ican’t help staring back, drowning in him while he opens me wider and wider.
“This is what mates do,” Vincent murmurs as he wades almost up to the hilt on his next thrust, which is agonizingly slow. “Do you feel it?”
I know what he’s talking about, this steadily building, blistering flame that threatens to become a bonfire if properly fed. It makes me want to suck him into myself, to surround him, to bring our bodies so close together that we become a single, writhing organism.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, I do.”
Vincent lowers himself to kiss me, again and again, timing his lips with the movement of his hips. He finally finds his seat, buried in me as far as he can be, and he lets out a sigh of satisfaction.
“Rosette.” He says my name like a prayer. “Nothing in the world feels as good as you.”
He stays settled deep like that, gently pulling out only a fraction before pushing back in, like he’s seeking something out. That small flame takes shape, burning brighter as Vincent makes love to me.
Shit. I know that’s what this is, what we’re doing, and it makes my soul sing as much as my eyes sting. Who knew this orc was capable ofsuch things, of showing me his heart, when it was buried so deep down inside?
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close, burrowing into his shoulder. He cradles my head like that, continuing his steady, rhythmic pace, seeking my pleasure and then drawing it out. Our bodies move in flawless unison, my belly to his, my thighs wrapped around his hips. Each plunge of his cock inside me adds another bit of tinder to the fire until it’s blossoming upward and sending showers of sparks shooting up my arms and legs.
“Vincent,” I whimper, holding him even closer, if that were possible. “Vincent, please, I… I need to… I’m…” My brain is a jumble of thoughts and feelings and pleasure.
“I’ve got you.” He holds me closer, picking up his speed.
“Ah!” I have no choice. My body is coming apart at the seams, glowing from inside like a star in the midst of a supernova. I cry out, gripping him tight, his cock making obscene noises as it slicks in and out, going deep and then nearly withdrawing, over and over until every part of my skin is shivering. The flame is spreading, growing, billowing up and consuming me, the pleasure so bright it’s almost painful.
“Let go, Rosette,” he says to me, kissing my hair. “I’ll catch you.”
So I do. At last, my body releases, and I tighten all over at the same moment that I expel everything. It’s like a storm bearing down on me, blowing me over, and the only thing I can cling to is Vincent. I’m screaming as he fucks me through it, and he’s groaning my name as he swells inside me. Now my edges strain, trying to contain him, and I ricochet up and down, higher and higher, until I don’t know if I can take any more without crumbling to dust.
“All mine.” Vincent groans as he slams deep, and his nails dig into my skin. He pumps once, twice more, and already I feel him coating my pussy and spilling out, down my ass. His arm wobbles, and to avoid crushing me, Vincent braces himself on both elbows.
“There you are.” He touches his forehead to mine, looking into my face. “I think I see Rosette now.”
If I weren’t already flushed all over, I would probably blush. I definitely saw Vincent, the orc he really is inside, and I’ll never, ever forget it.
