“Danny,” she whispered, pulling her knees up until her ass was in the air. “Please.Fuck.”
Taking a page out of her book, I fisted my hand in her hair and turned her face down.
“Bite the pillow, sweetheart,” I ordered as my other hand smoothed down her back and pulled her underwear down to her knees.
As soon as she’d done it, I pressed two fingers inside her. Then three.
The pillow muffled the sounds of her moans, but nothing could hide the wetness that dripped down my hand as I worked her. Using my thumb to manipulate her clitoris, I leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“That’s it, Rosie,” I praised, practically choking on my words as her pussy clenched around my fingers. “That’s it. You’re so wet. It’s running down my hand, baby. Getting all over me. I can’t wait to taste that sweet pussy.”
She came with a wail, her face pressed so far into the pillow that I could barely see her. I gentled the movement of my thumb and kept my fingers inside her, enjoying the pulsing of her inner walls. The thought of her doing that once I’d gotten my cock inside her made my eyes nearly roll back in my head.
“You,” she gasped as she lifted her head. She jerked her hips away from my hand and pushed me over, her mouth on my chest as I landed on my back. A moment later, her hand had slid into my underwear and wrapped around my shaft. I arched against her without thought, everything in my head growing fuzzy.
“You’re leaking,” she whispered against my nipple, biting down until the zing of pain made my cock jerk in her hand.
Smoothing her hand over the head of my cock, she gathered up the wet and slid it down my shaft, using it to lubricate as shejerked her hand back and forth. It felt incredible. Too incredible. I wanted to be inside her. Ineededto be inside her.
Just as I decided that I was an idiot for waiting and began to reach for her hips, her other hand cupped my balls and squeezed.
I came so hard I couldn’t even breathe.
Her hand slid carefully out of my shorts, and if Vampires could’ve died from heart attacks, I would’ve been a goner as I watched her lick the cum off the palm of her hand with a sigh.
“Gods,” I breathed.
Rosemary’s eyes closed slowly in relief. Pressing her cheek against my sternum, she smiled. “That’s better. Not gone, obviously, but I think I can sleep now.”
I was glad she could, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever sleep again. The memory of her pussy clenching around my fingers, her hand around my cock, and the way she’d carefully cleaned off her palm with her tongue would never let me rest.
As she rolled off me and reached for the blankets tangled around our feet, I took her in. Moonlight just barely filtered in through the window, but I had excellent night vision and could see the way the muscles in her back and shoulders flexed and shifted as she straightened the bedding. She was sleek and powerful, and it was impossible not to stare.
Muscles like that took a lot of work. I knew the kind of dedication and commitment it required. Even with good genes, no one looked like she did without consistently pushing themselves to the limit.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, reaching out to help guide her panties back up her thighs.
“I do okay,” she joked, flopping back down so she could tuck a pillow beneath her head. “I look a lot like my mom, in the face at least.”
“Was she tall like you?”
Rosemary shook her head. “Nope. She was a respectable five feet six inches. Pop’s not sure why I’m so tall. I caught up to him when I was thirteen. I know you look like your brothers, but do you look like one of your parents, or are you a mixture of both?”
“I’m built like my dad and have his coloring. My mom’s blonde, but I have her eyes.”
“Blonde hair and brown eyes?” Rosemary said with a grin. She whistled softly. “That’s a good combo. When I was little, I always thought that brown eyes and blonde hair were so cool. Or brown hair with blue eyes.”
I let out a breath of laughter. “Really?”
“Oh, yeah.” She nodded. “Very unique.” She snorted.
“Are you fucking with me?”
“I’m not,” she wheezed as she laughed. “I really thought that. I was a teenager when I realized that my green eyes were way more unique than Jacy Herbert’s brown hair and blue eyes.”
“Ah. Jacy Herbert, huh?”
“Mean girl extraordinaire.” Rosemary grimaced, pulling the blankets up around her neck. “She wanted all of us to believe she was some special species, but in reality, she was just a little asshole because her mom was an asshole and probably her grandma too. Just passing down the assholery willy-nilly and making the rest of us pay for it.”
