Chapter 18 #2
The way she hesitates before she says cock only makes her dirty talk hotter. My fingers twist in her hair again, and my pelvis jerks in a frustrated thrust.
“What happens in your fantasy?” I ask, voice low and aroused.
Color paints her sharp cheekbones and she lowers her lashes. “How about I show you?”
I die the first time Rosie wraps her lips around my dick. I swear my soul leaves my body and makes a brief appearance in heaven, and the only thing powerful enough to bring me back is the hot, wet curl of her tongue across the sensitive skin at the tip.
Fuck. Fuck. Her lips clamp around me with toe-curling suction, and I realize with desperation that I’m not man enough to take this. Another minute and I’m going to blow down the back of her throat.
I clench my jaw, recite the phonetic alphabet in my head, and try my best to be a damn gentleman.
I do not thrust. I do not push her head down.
I do not fuck her mouth the way I want to.
I sweat and moan, I claw the sheets, and I remind myself how lucky I am to have this woman worship my dick.
The least I can do is treat her with respect.
I stuff another pillow under my head to better watch her slide down my length, head bobbing as the wet heat of her mouth envelops more and more of me.
When she gags and pulls back, a trail of saliva dripping from her lips, I assume it’s all over, but she descends again, this time working me with hand and tongue.
Licking me from root to tip like a popsicle.
Toying with my balls. Lapping at the crown.
“You taste better than I imagined,” she murmurs, laving the slit again, humming with pleasure.
I dig my heels into the mattress. I taste good? I’d laugh if I wasn’t too turned on to make more than strangled grunts. I’m going to be a fucking madman when I get my head between her legs.
I’m slick now, wet with her spit, and Rosie pumps me harder and harder with a slippery grip.
Her mouth roams over my stomach, across my thighs, tongue skating over my balls.
Hands, lips, tongue. Heat. Moisture. Pressure.
I’m overloaded with sensation, rock hard and desperate to buck, and hanging on by my fingernails.
And just when I think it can’t get any better, Rosie gazes up at me with puffed-up lips, breath coming fast, and a glint in her innocent blue eyes.
“Finn?” she says with surprising aggression.
“I don’t know how to phrase this right, so I’m just going to say it.
I don’t want you to be gentle with me. I don’t want you to fight whatever it is that I do to you.
If you’re crazy for me, then show me. Pull my hair.
Fuck my mouth. Lose control. Show me I own you by how desperately you want me. ”
Jesus fucking Christ. Is Rosie really this unhinged for my dick? I can’t string two words together to ask, so I nod pathetically and tighten my grip on her curls. Tighter, until she winces, licks her lips, and dips her head.
“Good boy,” she whispers before she dives.
Rosie slips the tip of my dick into her mouth again, and I slide against her hot tongue.
When she pulls back too soon, I thread my other hand into her hair and encourage her to go deeper with a thrust of my hips and a gentle push on her head.
She groans, the sound vibrating against my dick, and I pump again, harder this time, straining for the hard back of her throat.
Rosie chokes and rallies, then sucks and licks and pulls on me with a kind of frantic enthusiasm that has my hips lifting off the mattress, sweat lining my spine, and my balls tightening in the first hints of my orgasm.
I give her hair an insistent tug, and she releases me with a wet pop.
“What’s wrong?”
I laugh and it comes out choked. “Absolutely nothing, but I’m going to come and—”
“Good.” She wraps her hand around the base of my dick and gives it a firm pull. “Maybe now I can stop dreaming about what it would be like to swallow you down.”
I moan and arch my back against the inferno that belts through my body, and Rosie falls on me again, sucking with a renewed determination, taking me deep enough that she gags, saliva leaking between her lips. I jerk my hips and am rewarded with a moan, so I do it again. Harder. Feral. Delirious.
My climax hits hard. Every muscle in my body seizes up and I curl around Rosie’s head, cradling her jaw as she fights hard to swallow it all. Her throat works and her lips clamp down, and I unload in wave after pulsing wave until slowly, slowly, it’s over.
Rosie lifts her head, swiping her mouth with the back of her wrist, and I slump onto the pillows with a depleted sigh. She curls up beside me, and I scoop her up in the circle of my arms.
“That was nice,” she says as she wriggles closer.
“Nice?” I close my eyes and grin at the image of Rosie’s lips wrapped around my dick, a picture now permanently burned into my retinas. “That was fucking earth shattering.”
“Yeah?”
Her voice is delighted, and I chuckle. “Yeah.” I plant a kiss on her forehead. “I hope you’re happy, Songbird. I thought I was a mess for you before, but you’ve just gone and fucking ruined me for life.”