“Why?”
Clearing her throat, she averts her eyes to the floor as her cheeks go red. “Because.”
“Because why?”
Flustered, she toys with her brown ponytail. The strands are shiny, and the darker color makes her eyes stand out more.
For a brief second, I picture her on top of me naked. I imagine what it would be like to skim my fingers up the smooth skin of her back and let them get tangled in her hair while she rocks over me.
My dick hardens more—if that’s even possible—and I resist the urge to squeeze it and get some relief.
“Because if you’re not going to touch me, I’ll have to do it myself. There’s no way I can sleep with my body this worked up. And you took my medicine away, so…” Rosalie shrugs.
Manipulative little thing.
Though, I know there’s truth to her claim. She’s going to have a hard enough time tonight if she starts withdrawals. Sometimes a good orgasm can help.
Gently, I push her shoulders until she’s reclined on the bed. She goes willingly, lying back on the pillows, her back melding with the mattress.
My fingers go to the bottom of her T-shirt. “If you think for one second I’m going to stand around out in the hallway while you get yourself off, you’re mistaken.”
“But you said—”
“I said we couldn’t have sex. I didn’t say anything about messing around.”
Pushing up her shirt, I bare her breasts. I’ve seen them from a distance before, but fuck, they’re even better up close. My mouth waters when I think about sucking those rosy nipples into my mouth. Scraping over them with my teeth.
When I drag my thumbs over the tight buds at the same time, Rosalie’s back bows and she moans. Her breathing has picked up, and I can see her quick pulse jumping on the side of her neck.
That’s the thing about being as pale and thin as she is. Her skin is almost see-through.
I want to lick her veins. Bite her throat. Kiss each rib.
When I curl my fingers into the waistband of her pants, Rosalie starts to push her shirt down.
“Leave it.” The command comes out a little harsher than I meant it to, but my cock and my self-control are at war.
My mind feels foggy, and I’m having trouble remembering why we shouldn’t fuck. Part of that could be the painkiller I took. Now that I’ve had time to fully absorb it, I don’t think the dose is high enough to fuck me up, but I do feel a bit loopy.
Tugging Rosalie’s pants and panties down to her knees, I make a guttural sound when I see the patch of blond hair between her thighs.
She covers herself.
I bat her hands away. “I’ve already seen you naked.”
She gasps a little. “I knew you watched me in my room.”
“And I know you were thinking of me when you stripped down.” I circle her navel. “When you flaunted these perky tits in the window, did you imagine my hands on you?”
“Always.”
Her cheeks grow pink again, and I have a weird moment where it almost feels like this isn’t real. Like I’m watching someone else get everything I desire.
The vision before me is almost obscene, the way Rosalie’s still got clothes on, but her intimate places are bared to me.
I pull her pants all the way off so I have access to her pussy, but I leave the shirt on. If she’s completely nude, I’m not sure I’ll be able to refuse her again if she asks for sex.
At least I’m still covered, but my tank top suddenly feels too constricting.
“Ready, baby?”
Rosalie nods quickly.
Placing one hand on her ribs, I brush the underside of her breast with my thumb while I trail the other hand up her inner thigh.
When I make it to her pussy, my finger slides right through her slit, and she moans again.
She’s so hot and wet down there, and my lungs feel like they’re trapped in cages. No matter how much I breathe, I can’t seem to get enough air.
“Spread your legs,” I tell her. My voice doesn’t even sound like my own. It’s rougher. Gravelly.
Rosalie does what I want, raising her knees up and planting her feet wide on the mattress. Her pretty little pussy is pink and glistening, and I can’t believe it’s mine.
More or less, we’re engaged. I don’t know how we can get married while we’re on the run, but I’m determined to make it happen.
We can have it all, Rosalie and me. We’ve quickly formed an unconventional relationship, but I’ll get it back on track to something normal.
Average basic bitches. That’ll be us. We’ll be so mundane and happy, it’ll make people sick.
Keeping my eyes connected with hers, I twist my hand, and my middle finger finds her entrance. I slide it in.
She tenses up, and her snug walls squeeze me so hard I can’t get past the second knuckle. Damn, she’s tight.
“Relax, baby.” Nestled in her pussy lips, her swollen clit is there. I press my thumb to it.
Her back arches, and she whimpers.
Shushing her, I scoot up on the bed to lie down while keeping my finger lodged inside her. I kiss her hard, then I rise up enough to gaze down at her beautiful face. “Do you think you can be quiet?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers, her breathing choppy. She’s already flushed, sweaty, and shaking. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
She’s not the only one.
She makes me feel like a goddamn sixteen-year-old. I could nut in my pants right now.
I begin to pump in and out of her while drawing circles on her clit.
“You’re gonna come soon,” I tell her, shifting down a little so my face is right by her breast. “Just breathe through it and grab onto me if you have to.”
“’Kay.” She grasps the back of my tank top with one hand and grips the forearm I’ve got between her thighs with the other.
She closes her eyes and starts to move with my hand, undulating her hips.
While she loses herself in the moment, rocking, digging her nails into my arm, and biting her lower lip, I just try to concentrate on not blowing my load.
Every time Rosalie writhes, her hip nudges my cock, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. Her tits thrust up into the air, begging to be sucked.
Speeding up the motions with my hand, I take her nipple into my mouth. Hard. I lave it with my tongue. Flick it.
Her pussy gets wetter.
I can actually hear the squelching sounds.
“Preston,” Rosalie hisses out, punching the mattress a couple times before grasping the pillow under her head. “I’m—I’m—Ohh.”
Her inner walls clamp around my finger, and she presses her lips together to keep her scream inside. It resounds in her throat, and her entire body bucks as she rides the orgasm.
It’s possible Jay and his family will hear us.
Right now, I don’t really give a fuck.
To prolong Rosalie’s pleasure, I keep massaging her clit until the spasms inside her stop.
After it’s over, I slip my finger out of her and rub around the area. An exploratory action, meant more for me than for her.
I want to memorize every inch of her pussy.
When she jolts from oversensitivity, I finally pull away.
Needing to know what she tastes like, I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick my fingers. Slightly tangy and sweet.