She pulled her sticky wet finger away from her body, embarrassed that she hadn’t been able to hold back. For countless years, she’d been in charge of her own pleasure.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Touch yourself.” The lines of his chest and abs fanned the flames burning inside her, and she slowly dipped her fingers into her seam once again.
* * * * *
Fucking hell. If he lasted two minutes, he’d be lucky. The promises he just made her would never be fulfilled at this rate. Seeing Rose touching her slick pussy had him burning and on the very edge of control.
He leaned back on his knees to gain the perfect view of her fingertip brushing back and forth over her hardened pearl. Drawing perfect circles over and over on her clit, she held his stare.
When she trailed her finger down her wet seam to graze her entrance for the scantest of seconds before moving back up and circling that hard clit, he groaned out.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized this,” he rasped.
She mewled in return and centered her finger over her clit, pressing down on it in a new method of pleasure. His cock throbbed, and he reached for his belt. Too late he realized he still carried a weapon concealed against his spine and climbed off the bed to place it safely away.
Her eyes hazed over, and she paused until he stretched out beside her. Hell, he couldn’t stop himself from touching her. He eased a hand over her breasts and drew her in for a long kiss. As he pinched and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he threw a look down her body to find she fingered herself again.
“Pull your fingers out. Let me see how wet they are. Oh yeahhh…fuck!” He swooped in and kissed her again, imagining the heady taste of her pussy on his tongue. Soft squeaking moans escaped her, and he drew back to suck on her nipples. Moving from one to the other, he kept an eye on her hand. Her stroking touch quickened. She opened her mouth on a long moan.
Before she peaked, he positioned himself between her legs. He lapped at her finger and clit both. She lifted her damp finger and he sucked it into his mouth. Her juices flooded him with lust, and he ground his hips against the mattress to ease the throb.
When he flattened his tongue over her clit and slipped two fingers into her, she clenched down on him. A quivering of her insides told him how close to tipping over the edge she was. He pulled on her clit with his lips and thrust his fingers deeper.
She soaked him as a cry escaped her lips. She bucked while a series of hard contractions pulsed through her pussy, gripping him tighter with each passing tremor. Need slammed into him, and he dragged his fingers out, over her inner thigh to wet the soft skin before he kissed it.
Rose continued to tremble through her orgasm, and he fed off her pleasure for several heartbeats before even thinking to grab hold of his own.
He raised his head. Now that he knew what he was looking at, the small white line riding just above her pubic curls made him feel like the biggest cad on the planet. Trailing a finger over the pale scar, he said, “You had a cesarean.”
She gave a final shudder and collapsed back on the pillow. “Yes,” she whispered.
Christ. He’d missed out on so much, and this just heaped another on the list. Overcome, he lowered his lips to the line. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, Rose. I should have been there to help you every step of the way.” Tears clogged his voice.
She settled her hands on his shoulders and drew him up the length of her body. When their gazes locked, she wrapped her legs around him, cradling him with every inch of her being.
“I can’t give you those things back, but I can try to tell you everything I remember. And I will give our boys to you, openly and gladly.”
His throat closed, and for a second, he struggled to speak. “And you, Rose? Will you give yourself to me? Not just in this minute but forever?”
Such a beautiful smile spread over her face that his breath caught. She cupped his jaw. “If you ask me for forever, Oz, I would never deny you. Take me.”
With his hard cock poised at her slippery entrance, he only had to rock his hips to join them. He sank balls-deep, but it was more than bone-shattering pleasure.
He let Rose own his soul.
* * * * *
Rose’s chest heaved with a frustrated moan as Oz took his good old time. He gripped her hips, the tip of his erection teasing her folds from behind. True to his word, the man, who was more machine, had given her two orgasms and taken none for himself. Her throat burned from the cry she held back, and she tossed him a look over her shoulder.
“Fuck me, Oz.” The plea came out as a command.
His chest vibrated against her back, and he pulled her back into him even more. She ground against him, but he refused to enter her yet.
“You’re a sadist,” she said.
“Never been called that one. Asshole. Dickhead. Father.”
“What? You mean the twins?”
“No. I’m the head of the Church. Sometimes they even call me Daddy.”
“Well I sure as hell won’t be. Now get in—” Her words flew away as he thrust his cock deep into her pussy. Stretching her, he gave one pulse of his hips. She cried out and dropped her head to the pillow.
“So fucking perfect.” He drew out and then plunged in again.
Her mind reeled on the sensations he dragged from her. This entire night had been a rollercoaster, and she’d been flipped and tossed around on the tracks leading to…what end? He claimed to love her and want her in his life. She couldn’t imagine how that would look to either of them.
Not to mention trying to bridge a seventeen-year gap between his sons and him. And the fact she still couldn’t go home and continue researching the Baynard case.
All this flashed through her mind in a millisecond, and then her body took over. She shoved her hips back to accept Oz’s cock to the hilt. A guttural groan left him, and he latched his teeth onto her earlobe, nibbling her into a frenzy as he pumped his hips faster and faster.
He lifted her off the pillow, and she twisted to receive his kiss as her third massive orgasm hit. Stars scattered across her vision. Hot pumps of cum showered her insides as Oz issued an animalistic groan.
Breathing hard, he clutched her against him. “God…I love you so damn much, woman.” He pulled free of her body and turned her into his arms. They rolled onto the sheets together. Her head rested on his chest, and his heart drummed within.
Her eyes slipped shut, and she reveled in the feel of him wrapped around her. “None of this feels real.”
“You’re tellin’ me. I just learned I have nearly grown sons.” He tucked her even closer to his side. “How do you think they’ll take the news?”
She went still. So many times she’d searched her own conscience for this answer and hardly knew. She still didn’t. “I’m not sure. They’re smart and levelheaded. They know they came from somewhere. I expected someday they might do an ancestry test and find a path to you.”
He snorted. “The last thing I’d do is participate in one of those tests. But yeah, I’d have distant cousins pop up, I’m sure.” He fell quiet. “I don’t know what I’d even say to them.”
Leaning on one elbow, she looked down at his face. “We cross that bridge when we reach it. I can’t believe the great Oz Morgon is lying here worrying.”