“I’m falling in love with every part of you, Rosie.”
“Really?”
I nod and a soft smile pulls at her lips.
“I feel the same, Niki.”
My kisses caress her neck, and I’m rewarded with a breathless moan. I grip her thighs as she grinds against me.
She grabs my hands and holds them to her chest, stilling me. She nibbles her lips, eventually saying, “We can’t do this.”
“Sorry. I should let you sleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep. I’m grinding on your dick, for fuck’s sake. But you’re racing tomorrow.Youneed sleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep. I want you.”
“But the race,” she stutters. She lets go of my hands, and I slide them under her dress as my kisses roam her skin. My chain hangs from her neck, and my cock judders against her. The ring hangs beneath her throat, and I can’t get over what that does to me.
“I want you in my bed.” I toy with her lace knickers, grazing the cuff of her ear with my teeth. “Did you wear this pretty wrap-around dress for me?”
She nods. “It’s like the one I wore when we met.”
“The night I wanted to lay you on the beach and sink into your pussy while learning how my beautiful fake wife sounded when she moaned.”
“I wanted that, too.” She’s breathless as I carry her to my bed.
“What else did you want that night?” I gently undo her belt. Her eyes sparkle. Her dress falls open, and I growl at the turquoise lace underwear set. “I never gave you your knickers back that night. They’re still in my desk drawer.”
She whimpers as I brush kisses against her calves. I teaseher pussy through her knickers. A wet spot soaks through the lace. “Are you going to answer my question? What else did you want that night?”
I pull her knickers to the side, and my mouth hovers above her pussy.
“Baby, I’m waiting,” I whisper.
She quivers and releases a ragged breath. “I wanted to feel sexy and adored.”
I flatten my tongue, sweep it across her pussy with a hungry growl. I need more of her.
She buckles against me, and I place my palm against her stomach to keep her still.
“You’re already so wet for me. So needy and perfect.”
She whimpers loudly.
“I know, angel. I’m going to make it so fucking good for you.” My promises are like little vibrations against her warm skin.
I lick and suck her clit as she writhes against the bed. She grips the sheets between her fingers as I take her to the edge of orgasm. Her breathy moan undoes me, and her trusting stare reminds me I’m not alone anymore.
Tonight isn’t the night for games or edging or control. It’s about showing her I adore her. I pull one of her legs so it’s wrapped around me, pinning me to her. I slide one, then two, fingers inside her, and her tight pussy clamps on them.
Her nipples pebble against her bra. Hints of their rosy colour draw my gaze, and her breasts heave as I finger fuck her.
“I want you to come against my tongue. I want to taste it.”
“Yes,” she moans throatily as I continue to work my fingers inside her and suck her clit.
I hum as her whole body tightens. I don’t need to tell her to watch me. Her eyes widen as she nears the edge. She’s holding back, like she doesn’t want the arousal to end. I reachup and pinch her nipples, and she comes, screaming her climax for me.
