“What about you . . .” She eyes the bulge in my pants.
“I’m just giving you a breather.” I press another kiss at her throat.
“I can handle it.”
She gasps as I kiss up her neck. Reaching for my pants, she works the button and zipper down my jeans.
I groan as her hands slide into the front of my pants.
“Take these off.” She tugs on the waistband. “And switch with me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I stop kissing her and sit back to ditch my jeans.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah.” I walk over and pull one from behind one of the CD stacks. “You still good with this music?” I ask over my shoulder.
“Yeah.” Her gaze practically eats me up.
My chest puffs and I stand a little taller. I can’t help but put on a show, flexing as I rip the foil wrapper off and roll the latex over my erection. I love that she so blatantly enjoys the view. It’s only fair given how much she turns me on. I saunter back toward the sofa.
She stands as I reach her. Her arms wrap around my waist, and I wonder what she’s doing—until she turns us and shoves me back. There’s a wicked smile on her lips as she follows, straddling my waist.
She wants to ride me? Fuck, I may have died and gone to heaven.
Rosalie grips my cock in her hand and gives my length a few strokes before lining me up at her center. We shuffle, making the fit more aligned, and then she spreads her knees wider and sinks down, taking me inch by inch in one long exhale.
I squeeze my eyes shut and groan.
She feels incredible.
So good.
Too good.
I’m insanely thankful for the latex barrier, because if we were going bareback, I fear I’d come immediately.
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.
The mantra repeats in my head as Rosalie slides on and off my cock. So good. Too damn good. Her mouth finds mine and her hands find purchase on my shoulders as she rides me in earnest.
I won’t last long. Not long enough to get her to come again. But Ienjoy every damn second, watching her lean back and rock her hips, her tits bouncing each time she slides down my length.
“Fuck me,” I encourage her. Reaching for her hips, I thrust up the next time she grinds down. The loud moan of pleasure that escapes her parted mouth is all the encouragement I need to do it again. Again and again. Until I can no longer stave off my orgasm.
“Fuck, yes. Baby, yes. I’m coming. You’re so fucking good.” The incoherent chant of praise leaves my mouth along with a guttural groan, then I’m pumping everything I have into her, filling the condom, and holding on to her like I can’t stand to let go. My pulse races and I slump against the back of the sofa.
“That was . . .”
“Yeah.” There’s a smile in her voice as she climbs off of me. I try not to be disappointed as she reaches for her clothes and begins to dress.
I don’t know how she feels about what we did, but I know enough that I can’t ask her directly. The critical part of her brain will be back in full force soon enough. It’s up to me to tempt her into more of this before she convinces herself she doesn’t deserve more.
I pat the empty space next to me. “Sit with me until I catch my breath.”
“Okay.” There’s reluctance as she joins me.
“Can I ask you something?”
