Spreading her thighs, I dive in, tongue lapping at her pussy. I suck her clit, flicking it relentlessly, fingers curling inside her to hit that spot.
"Taste so fucking good, little flower.”
“Matt—ah!”
I keep going until she’s writhing beneath me, hands fisted in my hair and in the sheets, her body shaking with need.
“Come for me,” I growl. “Let me drink you down."
Rose obeys. She arches into my mouth, fingers tight in my scalp, and shatters with a quiet moan.
But I don't stop there. I need more from her.
“I want to try something new.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh. “That okay?”
“Yes.” She’s fully awake now, wet and panting for me. “Please. I’ve missed you.”
I grab the lube from the nightstand and drizzle it over her tight asshole, circling the puckered ring with one slick finger. "Relax for me, baby."
I lean down again, licking her pussy lazily, broad strokes of my tongue as I press the finger in slowly.
Rose gasps, body tensing then melting as I work it deeper, scissoring gently. Her moans mix with the wet sounds of my mouth on her clit, and I add a second finger, stretching her carefully, thrusting in time with my licks.
"Feels good, doesn't it? Your ass taking my fingers while I eat this sweet pussy."
“Yes.” She's writhing now, pushing back.
I pull my fingers free and roll her onto her belly, propping her hips up with pillows. Lubing my cock generously, I nudge the head against her asshole, pressing in inch by inch. It's tight, hot, gripping me like a vise.
I groan, holding still to let her adjust. "Breathe, Rose. Fuck, you're so tight back here."
“I’ve never…” she gasps. “I?—”
“I know. You’re doing so good, baby.”
Once she's taking me fully, I start moving, shallow thrusts building to a steady rhythm. My hand snakes under her, fingers finding her pussy, rubbing her clit then sliding two inside to fuck her in tandem. The dual sensation has her keening, body shaking.
“M-Matteo…!”
"That's it." I pound harder, the slap of my hips against her cheeks filling the room, my fingers curling to stroke her g-spot.
She comes explosively. Even her asshole clenches rhythmically around my cock, pussy spasming on my digits.
It's too much.
I thrust deep one last time, roaring as I spill into her ass, hot jets filling her up, leaking out around my shaft as I collapse over her.
We pant together, my body covering hers protectively. She's trembling, dazed by too many orgasms and new sensations. But fuck, if she wasn’t just as perfect as always.
“That reminds me.” I press a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ve got a gift for you.”
“Please tell me it’s not a dildo,” she pants. “I mean, I’m open, but right now I just?—”
“I promise it’s nothing like that.” I almost laugh. “But first, we’re bathing.”
I help her into the tub and wash her up. She’s limp in my arms, so pliant she could be a doll. But there are no dolls this beautiful. Only my Rose.
Once we’re clean and dry again, her stomach growls. “Does your gift involve breakfast?” she asks.
