But he bent over her, gliding his hands up her ribs and in.The light twists he gave her tight nipples caused her entire body to buck.
Christ, she was fucking magnificent.
“Snap.”It was a plea.
He dragged the pads of his thumbs hard over her nipples,then tweaked them with his thumbnails.
“Oh God,baby,” she breathed.
Moving his hands, he held her with his left at her waist andflattened his right on the small of her back.
It was time.
“Go, baby,” he whispered.
And she went.Head flying back, fingers tight around theheadboard to give her leverage, Snapper watched her at first, fucking herselfon his dick.
Then he watched their glistening connection as she droveback into him, again, again, again.
One of her hands released the headboard, dove between herlegs, and Snap clenched his ass, then his entire body to beat back the rush offeeling that would overwhelm him if he let it as she rode his cock on herknees, touching herself.She didn’t do this long before she cried out and keptat her rough ride through coming, coating him so fucking slick, they both hadto be dripping.
Only then did he let go but he did it focused on his dicksinking deep into her wet until he could see none of him, none of her, just thetwo of them together, and he gritted his teeth to drive the beauty of what theyhad down his throat, his lungs, his gut, his ass, through his balls, out hiscock, shooting it in glorious pulsing floods into his Rosalie.
He came down to find she was already down, now fuckingherself, and him, on sweet glides.
That was when he moved his hands over her skin, taking herin in a different way, giving her something at the same time.
She made a move as if to draw him out, shift position, andhe murmured, “No, honey,” and she stilled that movement, but continued to fuckhim sweet.
He let her until he lost it and had to slide out completely,but he kept his hands moving on her waist, her lower back, hips, ass,fingertips tracing down the backs of her thighs.
She shivered in front of him and didn’t move, quiet,contained, the world that bed and their bodies and Rosalie offering himeverything he needed, on her knees, dripping his cum, holding for him, therefor him, his world.
“Pete’s making a play,” he said softly.
“Yeah,” she agreed.
“How you feel about that?”he asked, still touching her.
“If she lets it happen, happy for Mom.Thrilled for BigPetey.”
He smiled at her back because her words were good.
Renae needed happiness in her life that came from more thanher daughter, her daughter’s happiness, the relationship she was building withher daughter’s man and the Club that man gave them both, and if Pete, whohadn’t reached for it himself in years, could give it to her, that worked forSnap.
But he was on the other side, knowing Pete as he did.He’dbe happy for Pete if he found someone again.He’d be thrilled for Renae,because she couldn’t do better than finding Petey.
The silence settled nice and warm but Rosalie broke it.
“Things are not good.”
Yeah, he was right, Rosie had felt it.
“Nope,” he confirmed.
“You’re all twitchy.”
“Yep.”
