I grab her thighs, holding her on my mouth as she shivers and shakes above me. Inside, I chant the same chorus of yesses, overjoyed to taste her burst of pleasure. She falls forward and yanks her sweetness from my reach, bracing herself over me as the last current of her orgasm courses through her body. “Oh, my!” she gasps.
I give her butt a playful slap.
She moves completely off my body and flops onto her side with a genuine sigh of satisfaction.
I give her a few seconds to catch her breath before rolling next toher. I spoon her back and kiss along the back of her neck. “You’re so fucking sexy when you come.”
“Thanks.” She laughs lightly. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Good.” I rest my hand on her hip and roll us both forward so she’s beneath me. I pull her up with me as I bend my knees. “Let’s see if I can get you to do that again.” I kiss down her spine and press her palms onto the blanket. “Arch your back for me.”
She does and her hips tilt at the perfect angle, showing off her glistening, swollen center. Even though I just ate her out, my mouth waters for another taste. “You look so fucking sexy. You know that?”
My cock weeps with precum, wishing it could be the appendage wrapped inside her heat.Have some patience, bud. I’m not about to embarrass myself. If I slide inside Rosalie now, I’ll nut in less than a minute. A real man doesn’t promise another orgasm and not deliver.
If Mr. Darcy hadn’t fallen into the mud, I’d use him to fuck her and press my tongue to her asshole. But since he’s not in use, I improvise, plunging two fingers inside her pussy.
“Please. More,” she gasps, rocking back to take me deeper. “I need more.”
I love this side of Rosalie. Whatever insecurities she had before have been fully erased and she’s not holding back. Now, it’s my job to make this so good she can’t help but want to do it again. All damn week if I’m lucky.
17
ROSALIE
“More.”Ridiculous as it is, this word is the only coherent plea I can manage while Jackson focuses all his energy—and his fingers and mouth—to lead me back to the edge of pleasure. Maybe I should be embarrassed, but I’m not.
I want to come again. I need that release. I need it all.
But I’m not the only one. Jackson’s just as desperate to get me there. His thumb rubs my clit each time I press back, and his fingers move inside of me, beckoning my orgasm a little closer. When his mouth makes contact with the curve of my ass, hot and wet, and moving toward a place where I haven’t had much experience, I cry out. My first impulse is to move away, but the pleasure that builds from being completely at his mercy is so intense I find myself arching into his mouth.
His tongue runs along the seam, pressing against my sensitive opening, begging for entry. I imagine him working the head of his cock inside. Of my pussy being filled by one of my toys so his hands can spread my ass wide and hold my body steady as he fills my holes.
His steady stream of dirty talk has been replaced with slicksounds of my wetness and his ministrations. The erotic sounds conjure more explicit images, filling my mind while his fingers fuck me deeper and his tongue rims my asshole. He’s made this entire night about me and my pleasure—and I can’t tell whether it’s because he’s loosely following the script from the book I gave him or if he’s actually getting off on getting me there.
“I need you, Jackson, please.”
I want more. I want his cock.
His mouth and fingers retreat so quickly, I groan in disapproval. That’s the opposite of what I want. I’m tired of being teased. I’m tired of?—
“Oh, fuck!”
In one swift thrust, he fills me. I groan as I adjust to the fullness.
“Fuck, Rosalie.” The growl of his voice is almost angry. He pulls out slowly, his hands gripping my hips, fingers digging into my skin. A second later his hips slam forward, filling me again. In and out, over and over again, he feeds me his cock until his thrusts gain a steady rhythm.
Jackson is well endowed. Not too big to hurt. Not too small that positions like this one are challenging. But at this angle, he feels even bigger. My hands reach for something to hold on to as he rails me from behind.
“Damn, honey. You look incredible like this.” One of his hands leaves my hip and rubs over the swell of my ass cheek. He slows his thrusts, pulling back until there’s only the tip, then torturing me by not pushing back inside. “You’re mine to fuck, aren’t you?”
“Please.” I hate to beg, but I’m so close again. I need him inside me. “Please, fuck me.”
“You want me to fill your sweet cunt?”
“Yes!” I arch back as I moan, but he doesn’t give me what I want. “Jackson, please. I’m so close.”
“You want me to give you what you want?” He spits, and I feel his saliva hit my asshole, dripping down to where our bodies are connected. “You want this, don’t you?”
