I hook a finger under her silk neck scarf, sliding it down so I can kiss her there. “Rose, I needed you.” I pepper kisses all over her neck and she tilts her head, giving me better access. “I needed you and you wouldn’t come.” My head clouds with emotion. She thinks I mean now, but I mean thirteen years ago. I needed her when I was lying in a hospital bed with nothing but the ghosts of my brothers-in-arms for company.
“I’m sorry,” she breathes out on a whimper, her round ass pressing against my dick as if taunting me.
My other hand reaches down her skirt until I feel the hem. “You’ll come now.” I meet her eyes in the mirror as my fingers climb up the sheer fabric on her thigh highs. “Are you wearing your stockings again?” My fingers reach the lace and I groan in approval. My gaze doesn’t leave hersin the mirror, searching for a sign that she doesn’t want this, but her body hums and vibrates, telling me she wants this as much as I do, only she’s too stubborn to admit it.
Her hand covers mine, an inch from her pussy. She whimpers, “D’Angelo.”
“Rosetta,” I whisper against her skin. “I’ve got you, fiore mio.” I lick her neck, the sweet taste of her skin mixed with a creamy body butter.
“I…” Heat blooms in her cheeks. Her flawless makeup hides most of it, but her skin’s hot against my lips. “I haven’t waxed.”
I freeze for half a second. That quiet, insecure whisper makes my heart stutter just like her vulnerability did the first time I touched her. She’s comfortable with me enough to let me see her raw and unsure. And fuck, I want her to know that it’s her I want. Waxed or not, doesn’t make any difference to me. It’s just her. It’s always been her. But the way her breath trembles with embarrassment takes me right back to the boating lake.
“Your beauty regime is the last thing on my mind right now.” I lick and lightly suck against her neck, grinding my dick into her soft cheeks, showing her how much of an effect she has on me.
Her grip on my hand loosens, and I slide my hand higher. Her legs widen, allowing my hand between her touching thighs.
My fingers stroke the gusset over a wet spot and I groan, my dick straining against my zipper. “My little flower’s soaked.”
I hook a finger inside the lace of her knickers, run my finger along her seam, and watch her reflection fall apart.
Her head rests back against my shoulder, her eyelids flickering as she looks up at the spotlight on the ceiling. “I hate you,” she pants out with a moan, her legs trembling around my hand.
I plunge two fingers into her dripping cunt. “I fucking hate you, too.” I slide my fingers out and circle her swollen clit, loving how she shudders against me. “Hate you so fucking much.” With my other hand I yank her scarf down and suck her neck, her arousal getting me high and making me delirious as my cock grinds against her ass. I could come from the sheer feel of her cunt, but I won’t. This is about making sure she knows who owns her orgasm.
“Eyes on me, Rose.” We stare at each other in the mirror, my hand disappearing between her legs. I open the buttons on her shirt, revealing her white cotton bra. So demure, like the one she wore on our first time, only her breasts are much bigger now. I caress one, then the other. “You’re so beautiful.”
Her eyelids flicker as I strum her clit at a leisurely pace.
“Take your tits out for me. Let me look at you.”
Her hand reaches my face, pulling my lips back to her neck. “Just fuck me and get it over with.”
My lips quirk into a grin. “You want my cock, you have to earn it. Now show me your tits.”
“I thought you’d have grown out of the schoolboy fascination with boobs by now.” She reluctantly pulls the cups of her bra down and my dick twitches in my boxers.
“Not yours.” I squeeze one of her heavy breasts, loving how her stiff nipple feels beneath my palm. My other hand works against her clit as I plunge three fingers into her soaked pussy.
She whimpers as I pluck her nipple.
“Shh,” I say, my lips brushing against her neck.
“Fuck me.” She writhes against my hand, her whole body trembling, begging for me.
“You told me to fuck myself.” Having her like this at my mercy flips a switch inside me. I want to punish her for leaving me. Dominate her, make her beg and realise what she’s been missing. I want her to be on her knees regrettingdenying me all these years. But I also want to sink myself balls-deep into her heat and fuck another baby into her.
“Stop being a tool and just get on with it.”
“Beg for it.”
“Never.”
I stop circling her clit and lift my hand covered in her arousal. “Beg me if you want to come.”
“I’ll never beg you. I’d sooner do it myself than give you the satisfaction.”
“Be my guest. It isn’t the first time I’ve watched you pleasure yourself.” I palm my erection as she stares furiously at me in the mirror.
