“Show me what you like. Show me how you want me to fuck you.”
Rosalie’s gaze snaps to mine. She remembers the scene, too. She must. Because the wild look of arousal in her eyes mirrors exactly how I feel inside.
“Show me,” I instruct her, giving the skin on her upper inner thigh a sharp smack. “Or I’ll have to punish you.”
“Maybe I want you to,” Rosalie quips, and I can’t tell if that’s how she feels, or if she’s quoting the book. I guess I finally discovered a downside to role play. Is she into something rougher?
I picture her bent over my lap, her ass bright pink from my hand. Her body squirming, aching and aroused, ready for my fingers and cock to plunge inside her wet cunt.
“God, you’re so sexy.” I take the toy from her hands and toss it tothe side. “Take your panties off.” I stroke my cock until she’s completely naked, then climb onto the bed.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She widens them, watching through hooded eyelids.
I move between her legs and run my fingers through her folds. Her clit is already swollen, and her pussy is wet. I need to be inside. I can’t wait another minute.
I reach for her ankles and lift them, resting her calves against my chest as I line my cock up to her center. As I sink inside her heat, I push her legs wider.
“Get the toy.” I demand, pulling out until all that’s left is the tip of my cock before thrusting inside. “Hold it on your clit.”
“Yes.” Rosalie reaches for the vibrator and does what I ask. Her eyelids flutter shut as she moans. I thrust deep and hard, my movements swift and powerful. Her legs stretch wider and her heat squeezes my cock each time I’m seated inside her. There’s nothing but the slap of two bodies coming together, racing toward the edge of pleasure.
Each time we fuck, I think it’s the best I’ve had. Until we fuck again. This time is no different. She feels incredible. Her wet heat gripping my cock is so fucking perfect, as though we’re made for each other.
If I give over to the sensation, I’ll come already.
And that wouldn’t be very alien sex god of me.
I need to get a fucking grip so I don’t embarrass myself.
I focus on her pleasure, pulling out and watching her glide the vibe over her clit. I release her ankles and slide my hands down to where our bodies connect. The tip of my cock rests against her folds, but instead of pumping inside, I use my fingers to fuck her. Stroking her from the inside, I bring her closer to the edge. I can tell as soon as I hit the right spot because her movements with the vibrator become almost frenzied. I work another finger inside her cunt so that she’s taking three digits, and she groans.
“Oh, God. Jackson. It’s so much.”
“Yeah, but look at you taking it. Fuck.” I pump my fingers in and out, picking up the pace. My rod might not have out-of-this-world capabilities, but that doesn’t keep me from trying. “You can fucking take whatever I give you, can’t you?”
“Yes! Oh, fuck!” her back arches as I push inside even farther. “I’m so close. Almost. Almost.”
“Look at yourself,” I command, slipping my fingers out and replacing them with my cock. I pump inside her slowly, watching my length disappear centimeter by centimeter. When our pelvic bones collide, the reverberation of her toy sends an added crackle of arousal through my body. I do it again. “Look at us. Do you see what I see? God, you’re so fucking hot.”
“Fuck,” she whispers. Her breath comes faster. Her body trembles as she reaches the edge. I’m right there with her.
Grabbing her legs, I lean over her body and press her into the mattress.
I give her everything. Pumping. Kissing. Thrusting. I fuck her as if I never want her to remember being fucked by anyone else. And maybe I don’t.
A groan leaves my mouth as I come. Her body shudders with pleasure and I capture her lips, rolling us to the side so she won’t have to bear the full weight of my body. I kiss her tenderly, dragging out this moment. Her pleasure and mine. I don’t want to burst this little bubble we’ve created, though I know it’s inevitable.
I lay back on the sheets and pull her into my chest. I wonder if she can hear my heart racing. Does she sense the affection I feel for her? How much I enjoy our time together? Would it scare her to know how much I like this? How much I crave time with her, not only to fuck, but also to just talk. That’s the part that gets me. That has me questioning everything I know.
Usually, I lose interest. With anyone else, this is the time I get bored or irritated. I don’t know if I could ever be bored with her.
Rosalie cuddles in closer and wraps her thigh over mine. She’s so satiated, I don’t even know if she realizes what she’s doing. Wefit perfectly. Of course we do. I feel so damn comfortable. As if this is the most natural thing. As if we’ve been doing this for months and not days.
The idea of her leaving in a few days brings on a wave of melancholy. Without her, I won’t rush home at the end of the day. I won’t have a new sexual escapade to plan or look forward to. She’s not even gone and I already miss her.
Fuck.
