My hand caresses her right breast, teasing the nipple and swallowing her moans as she arches into my touch. Her soft complaint when I lift my palm turns into a deeper moan when I move onto her neglected left breast.
I break the kiss to peer down at her beautiful face. How can I be this lucky?
“More touching?” I whisper.
She slips her hands under my shirt, her fingers hot against my lower back. “Yes, please.”
Never could I have believed two such innocent words would have the effect those do on my dick. And on my heart.
As my mouth finds hers, my hand strokes over her hip and under the waistband of her pajamas.
She’s not wearing panties.
My brain short-circuits for the second time as my fingers delve between her soft thighs and glide along her bare, damp pussy. She makes a sound in the back of her throat, and I break the kiss to peer down at her. I start to tell her it’s been a while since I’ve done this, and I’m not sure if I can make her feel as good as I want to.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She laughs, and I chuckle, the tension in my shoulders lifting as I reclaim her lips again.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I don’t need to guess. I just need to read Rose’s body, and her wiggles, her gasps, and her moans, tell me whether I’m doing something she likes.
Her hand lowers, her fingers brushing the front of my pants and reaching for my fly.
I freeze. My heart hammers against my chest, and my cock strains against denim, desperate for her touch.
“Sorry,” she apologizes, and starts pulling her hand away. “I just?—”
“Don’t stop. I just wasn’t expecting it.”
“Me to touch you or me to have thoughts about wanting to?”
I stare down at her. She must feel my cock getting harder against her hand, right?
“You have thoughts about…” I shake my head. “Don’t tell me. Not now. I’m not sure how long this would last if you did.”
“So I’ll tell you after?”
The thought of Rose imagining touching me and maybe even putting her mouth on me is enough to blow my mind. “Give me a second. I just forgot how to breathe.”
She grins up at me.
Once I’ve reassured myself for the fifth time that this is real, I say, “You can keep blowing my mind now.”
I hold still, trying to concentrate on her kiss while her fingers lower my zipper. She unbuttons my pants and slips her hand inside.
Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers, trying to remember how to breathe as her soft, warm fingers wrap tight around me.
Fuck.
With one slow stroke from the base to the tip, I crash my mouth to hers. My hips rock, desperate to kiss, to fuck, to make this feeling stretch forever. I yank down her pants, and my fingers delve between her thighs, making her moan.
She pumps. I push two fingers inside her until her breath catches, and I feel her pussy muscles starting to ripple around me.
I’m leaking pre-cum into her hand, gritting my teeth and struggling not to come.
“Rose?” I gasp.
