20. Splitting Her In Half, But Politely #2
I claim her mouth first, because I love the way she lets go against me, releases that breath that seems to hold every last bit of tension, like she melts just for me.
When I glide along her jaw, trail wet kisses down her throat, her breath hitches.
I palm her hip, squeezing the soft flesh in my hand as I take one rosy nipple between my teeth, dragging my tongue across it while she writhes.
“Adam,” she whimpers as my mouth moves lower, across her stomach, swirling my tongue around her belly button, nibbling on her hip bone.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I…I…” She covers her face with her hands, hips lifting off the bed when I trace the juncture of her thighs with my tongue. “Oh fuck.”
I settle between her legs, hooking my arms around her hips. “You trying to say something?”
“I…I…” Bright green eyes bounce between mine. “I just…” She swallows, the simple action audible. “I really like you.”
“I really like you too. Want me to show you how much?”
“Please.”
“’Kay.” With my eyes locked on hers, I lick a slow path up the center of her, watching as she tosses her head back with a rough moan. Her fingers plow through my hair, and when I pull her swollen clit into my mouth, she bucks against me, crying out my name.
“More,” she pleads. “God, give me more, please.”
“I told you before. Just Adam is fine.”
Her head rolls backward. “You’re infuriating sometimes.”
“If it’s you I’m infuriating, I’ll gladly do it for the rest of my life.”
Rosie comes alive when I push two fingers inside her, and shit
, if that isn’t a stunning sight.
She keeps one hand in my hair as she grinds against my face, rides my fingers, a brilliant flush staining her immaculate skin, crawling up her throat like a vine, pooling in her cheeks.
Her soft pink waves graze her slender neck, full red lips parted as she struggles to breathe, each one a strangled cry as she chases her high.
I curl my fingers inside her, pulling a gasp from her throat, and suck her clit until she comes undone, spilling all over me while my name rings in my ears.
Rosie sits up, scrambling to the head of the bed as I head to the bedside table, grabbing the condom she picked for me. Magnum
.
I fucking love her.
I hold her wide gaze as I tear the wrapper with my teeth and sheath my throbbing cock in one fluid movement. My knees hit the mattress, and I crawl over her, cupping her cheek as she lies down.
“You’re sure?” I ask quietly.
“So sure.”
“Good. Because I’m so sure about you.”
She smiles at me then, free and gentle, and I know I’m going to remember the way I feel right now for the rest of my life.
Rosie wraps her fist around my cock, guiding it between her thighs. Despite all her confidence in this bedroom tonight, I feel the slight quiver in her touch. I take her hand off me, instead holding it in mine.
“Hey,” I murmur, smoothing her hair off her face. “It’s okay to be nervous. I am too.”
“It’s been a long time,” she admits on a whisper.
“For me too. But I’m glad for that. It means I waited for something special. You’re my something special, Rosie.”
She tips her chin, running the tip of her nose against mine before kissing me. “I’m ready.”
I grip my cock, pressing it against her. My chest tightens and my heartbeat leaps to my throat as Rosie holds my gaze, and slowly, so slowly
, I sink inside her. Her mouth opens on a gasp, fingernails scoring my shoulders as she tenses below me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper against her neck, holding myself still. My body trembles with the desire to plunge forward, to feel every inch of her squeezed so tight around me.
“I don’t want this to go to your head, but it feels like I’m being politely split in half.”
I chuckle. “As long as I’m doing it politely.”
She lifts her hips, urging me deeper. I squeeze my eyes shut to the overwhelming euphoria as she takes me to the hilt, pausing there to adjust.
“Christ, Rosie.” I drop my forehead to her shoulder, struggling to hold onto my sanity. “You’re so fucking tight.” Slowly, I rock my hips against hers. “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she moans, matching each rock with one of her own. “Please, more.”
I give her more, pulling out before I sink back inside, inch by aching inch, careful not to push her. She takes it all, opening her legs wider, lifting her hips higher, and I grip her chin as I drive a little deeper, a little faster.
“Such a beautiful girl, taking all of me. You’re doing so good.”
Hazy eyes roll down to mine, pink tongue swiping across her swollen lips. She tosses one arm around my neck, pulling me closer, the other strewn haphazardly above her head as she meets every one of my thrusts. “So good,” she mumbles. “So perfect. Don’t stop, Adam. Please.”
I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to, but if she asked me to, I’d find a way.
I’d give her anything, whatever she wants, because as she stares up at me like I’m the sun in her sky, I realize she’s mine.
She’s everything bright and good in my world, and in this moment, I’m so fucking thankful.
Thankful for an ex that treated me wrong, because she showed me what I deserved.
Thankful for dates that went to shit, because they showed me what I wanted.
Thankful for every single thing that hasn’t worked out the way I wished it did at the time, because all of it—all the bullshit, the broken trust, the hurt—led me right here, to this incredible woman below me, the only one I want at my side.
And the knowledge makes me feral.
Something comes over me. Something dark and hungry that wants to claim this woman so everyone knows she’s mine. My hand goes to her throat, closing around it, dragging her drugged gaze to mine as I growl out my next words.
“You wanna belong to someone, Rosie? You belong to me. These eyes are for me. This smile is for me. This heart? All mine.” I drag my hand down her side, over her hip, digging my fingers into her ass as I bring her closer, drive myself deeper and deeper, until there’s nowhere left to go.
“These hips. This ass. This fucking pussy? Mine
. All of you belongs to me, Rosie.”
“Oh fuck
,” she cries, squeezing me tighter. “Adam, I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet, you’re not. Not until you tell everyone who you belong to.” I hike her leg up, tossing it over my shoulder. She cries out as I plunge deeper, and thank fucking fuck
I took that shower, because I’m about thirty seconds from blowing my load. “Who do you belong to, Rosie? Better make it count, ’cause I’m only gonna ask once.”
Her eyes widen, legs trembling, and when her head falls back, I grab her hair and bring her gaze right back to mine. Her walls shake, and the faster I thrust, the more she tears at my shoulders. My thumb finds her clit, and she explodes around me with a cry, screaming my name.
“ You
,” she cries as I bury my face in her neck, combusting inside her. “I belong to you.”
Crushing my mouth to hers, I haul her slick body against mine and reach for another condom, because I’m not fucking done. Not with her, and I’m gonna make sure she knows it.
“You’re not my first choice, Rosie. You’re the only goddamn option.”