She’s standing in the middle of her room with her back to me. She took down her hair so it’s hanging over her shoulder, leaving her smooth back open for my view. I guess she didn’t hear me knock, so I take my time running my gaze past her hips, down her legs, and back up again, wishing it was my fingers followed by my lips marking her skin, not just my gaze. My eyes travel back to dark green lace covering her butt, and back up a few inches to the matching band that crosses her back. She’s trying to unclasp her bra but can’t quite get it.
“Need a hand?” I ask softly, so as not to startle her, but she startles anyway as I take a few steps closer. She spins around with a gasp, giving my eyes permission to wander the front of her. I need to get my hands on her.
It’s no longer a want with Sloane but a need I need to fulfill as much as breathing.
With red cheeks and a red chest she gives me a simple, but confident nod and turns back around to give me her back, making me smile as I walk closer to her. I move to stand right behind her, my shirt brushing against the skin of her back, eliciting a shiver from her. I’m not even touching her, merely existing in her space, and I already have her shivering.
Gently leaning my cane against her dresser, I let my fingertips slowly tease the back of her hand before moving all the way up to her shoulder. Goose bumps erupt along her arms as I move her long hair over her left shoulder. Unable to stop myself, I lean in to run my nose along her neck, taking in her smell. Her breath hitches at my touch.
“You’re so soft,” I compliment, letting my fingers drag down her spine to the clasp in the middle. I flick my fingers and the material loosens before she lets it drop to the floor in front of her. She stays silent as she turns around to face me, her eyes glued on mine as she runs her hands up my chest, this time making my breath catch as she leans in to gently place her lips against mine.
This kiss is different. It’s soft and sweet. Not a peck like when she’s leaving for school, but not demanding or hurried like the last time I kissed her in this room. This is gentle, slow, and full of promise. It makes everything around me disappear and my heartbeat quicken. It feels like coming home.
Slowly, she pulls back, cheeks red and eyes full of promise. She runs her hands down my chest to the hem of my long-sleeved shirt, then runs her hands back up my chest bringing my shirt up as she goes, her eyes never leaving mine.
I can’t look away from her magnetic hold, terrified that it’ll break the spell that cocoons us. Nothing else matters, nothing else exists but her—us—in this moment. I don’t ever want this to end. I don’t ever want to lose this inexplicable connection I have with her. She’s the peaches to my cream, the laughter to my snark, happy to my sad,the air my lungs need, the hold my body needs to keep me grounded.
I don’t know what I did in a past life to deserve this girl but there’s no way in hell I’m ever letting her go. She’s stuck with me now.
“You sure?” I whisper against her neck, my hands resting on her hips.
“Always,” she whispers back, pulling away from me and tilting her head toward her bed, telling me to get on. Following her direction, I take the few steps to my side of her bed and take off my pants, knowing it’ll be easier to take them off now with my injury than once were lying in bed. For once, the thought of my injury in connection to being intimate with Sloane doesn’t cause me to pause. It doesn’t cause my jaw to clench or my mind to wonder how this would go if I was in the same body I was prior to the accident.
For once, I’m fully present in this moment with this gorgeous girl who chooses to be with me. Who choosesme.
I lie down on her bed, expecting her to join me. Instead, she stands there and takes me in—like she can’t believe I’m naked in her bed, waiting for her. The disbelief on her face makes my heart skip a beat.
“Come here,” I tell her.
Instantly, she takes the few steps needed to be standing beside the bed.
“Closer,” I tell her. At my command, she gets on the bed and straddles me, her face now red in embarrassment, not need.
“What’s wrong,” I ask her, frowning, as I cup her cheek with my hand.
“Nothing,” she says, turning her eyes away from me. “Can I . . . I just want to . . .” She trails off.
“Hey,” I say softly, guiding her gaze back to me. “You know you can tell me anything and everything, right?”
“I know, but . . .” She trails off again.
“No buts. You know I won’t ever judge you,” I confirm. “Tell me what’s going on in that big scary mind of yours.” I rub the apple of her cheek with my thumb.
With a huff and a deep breath, she starts. “I’ve never, umm . . . you know . . . done what you did to me the last time.” Her cheeks aren’t the only thing that’s red anymore. The color goes down the slope of her neck, down her chest, and almost down to her erect, dusty pink nipples that I’ve yet to wrap my lips around. All I can think about is making them as red as the rest of her chest. I know I should be listening to what she needs to say, but she’s sitting on me, topless. I’ve tried my hardest not to touch her thus far, but I can’t help myself anymore. Besides, maybe she needs a little physical push to help her get the words out.
Without missing a beat, the hand that was resting on her outer thigh glides its way up to cup her breast, making her lose her train of thought as both of her hands come to lay on my chest. Not giving her a chance to adjust, unable to stop myself, I pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, making her throw her head back and moan, encouraging me to pinch harder. Immediately, her hips push down on my hardening cock.My Rosie likes a little pain.I’ll have to keep that in mind.
Trailing my other hand to her other nipple, I give it the same treatment, driving her crazy. Still pinching, I tell her, “Look at me.”
Instantly, her eyes flash open as she moans.
“Tell me what you want,” I order.
“I want . . .” she starts but is distracted by my hands and my hard-as-nails cock she’s grinding on.
“Tell me, or I stop.”
“To suck you. I want to suck you,” she says, as she stops moving, like she can’t believe the words actually came out of her mouth. Her shyness makes me smirk. I’m going to enjoy corrupting her.
