Chapter 26
Jake
T here’s no finesse in this kiss, no delicacy. No, it’s all teeth and tongue and clashing mouths, stealing my breath and my willpower at the same moment. I grip the back of Rosa’s head and hold her close, licking into her mouth on a groan.
And she’s right there with me, nipping my lower lip, then soothing it with her tongue. With almost superhuman effort, I wrench my mouth away from hers, breathing hard. She whimpers, then starts planting little kisses across my jaw and down my throat.
Rosa throws off the covers and wriggles out of her teeny tank top, pulling it over her head and dropping it next to the bed. Her panties follow. Then she gestures to my boxer briefs, the only thing I slept in last night. “Come on, catch up,” she says, her voice a low murmur.
I shove them off in one swift move, my cock springing free as I strip. I toss them somewhere in the vicinity of the bedroom door and reach for her again.
Rosa rolls to her side, one hand reaching out to wrap around my cock. I shudder as she strokes it slowly, root to tip. She hums and strokes it again.
“Keep doing that and I won’t last,” I warn her. My body’s already on fire, ready to explode.
She leans forward and licks around the tip. “Really? Do tell.”
I circle her wrist with my fingers and slowly, deliberately, pull her hand away. Much as I’m enjoying the experience, I don’t want it to be over before it really even begins. Her lips purse together in a tiny pout, but that changes to a grin as I sling one leg over her body until I’m hovering over her. I lean down and kiss her. She surges up, pressing into the kiss like that’s all she needs.
Yeah, I kinda feel the same way.
Slowly, I lower myself so we’re skin to skin, my arms bracketing her head, my legs between hers. I roll my hips, my cock sliding deliciously between her slick folds. She moans and wraps her legs around my hips, bringing us into even more perfect alignment.
If this is a fever dream, I never want to wake up.
She slides one hand down my spine, pressing gently on the small of my back. I take the hint and roll my hips again and again, until I break away and roll to the side, breathing heavily.
“If we’re gonna keep this up, I need a condom,” I tell her.
She nods and stretches over to the nightstand, taking a packet out of the box in the drawer. She hands it to me, and I roll it down my length, then lower myself back between her thighs.
We both groan as my cock nudges her opening. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I slide inside her. My movements are slow, unhurried, and she rolls her hips in time with mine.
I can feel my orgasm growing like a wave deep in the ocean, building and building until I crash against her shore. She clings to my shoulders as we ride the cresting surf together.
I roll to the side, taking my weight off her, and pull her into my embrace.
If this is all we get before I leave, I want to make the most of it.
Long moments later, she mumbles into my neck, “We probably need to get up.”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. At least for the next five minutes.”
I feel her smile against my shoulder. “I can give you five minutes.”
What I want to say is I want more than five minutes . But I don’t.
Because harvest is coming, and with it, a finish line that I can see growing closer every day. And the more I lean into the rhythm of being with Rosa, the more it’s going to destroy me when I have to walk away.