33. I Think I’ve Transcended #2
My mouth takes hers, a gentle nip of my teeth, begging for entry. A soft sweep of my tongue, tasting her slowly. Her back bows as I press two fingers inside her, an unhurried plunge while I savor the beauty below me, every one of her noises, the ones she makes just for me.
“I fell for you that first day, you know. Out there taking care of a dog you didn’t have an obligation to.
Scared to give up control, to put your trust in anyone else, but willing to do it anyway and for a man you’d just met.
Those eyes that smiled first, before anything else.
And Jesus, Rosie, I just kept falling. That’s all I did, every damn day, fall further, harder, until there was nowhere left for me to go. ”
I pull my fingers out as she watches me, sink them back in slowly, deeper, over and over, my thumb circling her clit as vines of red heat climb her golden skin and her steady breath turns ragged.
“The second I saw you with that little boy, I knew my heart was yours. You’re everything I was looking for.
Kind and gentle, with so much love to give.
Someone who works for the life they want and won’t give up without a fight.
You’ve been through so much, Rosie. So damn much, and not once have you turned around and walked away.
Even when I thought you might. When I prayed you wouldn’t.
When I was fucking terrified you’d give up on me.
You stayed, Rosie. And you chose me. Because of you, I know what it’s like to be seen, to have every single piece of me loved.
I know because you do it every damn day, and fuck, Rosie, it feels so damn good. ”
I cup her cheek, running my thumb along her lower lip as she struggles to breathe while I bring her closer to the edge.
“That’s why I love you, Rosie. I love you, and I’ve been loving you for a long time.”
“Adam,” she cries out, clenching around my fingers, grinding her pelvis into the palm of my hand while she comes.
“Love it when you come for me too,” I murmur.
Dragging her off the counter, I push her toward the steam spilling over the shower door while the water beats down against it.
I tug my shirt over my head and yank my pants down, my cock standing proud as I jerk my chin toward the shower. “Now get in there.”
When she hesitates, I smile, tsking.
“You feel like being a bad girl tonight, huh? That’s okay. I don’t feel like being all that nice.”
Bending, I grab her behind the knees, hoisting her over my shoulder.
“ Adam
,” she squeals, slapping my ass, making me laugh. “Put me down!”
I whip open the glass door, dropping her to her feet beneath the hot stream, pushing her against the tiled walls. My fingers tangle in her wet waves, melted honey and rose, and I press my mouth against her neck and my cock to her lower back.
“Ready to listen now?”
“No,” she breathes.
“Why not?”
“Because I want you to fuck me so hard, I forget all the time we lost where you could’ve been inside me.”
I bury my smile in her neck. “You want me to imprint the shape of my cock in your tight, wet pussy, trouble?”
She grins at me over her freckled shoulder, saucy and charming. “Do whatever you want, Adam. Just as long as I come while you’re doing it.”
I spin her around, slapping her hands to the tile on either side of her head, gripping her wrists. Trailing the tip of my nose down hers, I find her mouth, stealing a kiss. “Say it again,” I whisper.
“I love you.”
“Fuck, that sounds good.” Jerking her knees up, I wrap her legs around my hips while she slings her arms around my neck. “I don’t have any condoms, Rosie. I wasn’t expecting this, not tonight.”
She brushes her lips against mine. “I’m on the pill. I trust you.”
I nod, pressing a kiss to that tiny dimple in her chin. “I love you.”
“I know.”
“And I’m gonna fuck you like I love you. But first…first I’m gonna fuck you like I should’ve last night on my kitchen counter.”
She opens her mouth, but whatever was about to come out dies a scream when I drop her right on my cock, burying myself to the hilt.
“Jesus fuck
,” I groan, squeezing her ass as she pants, raking her nails down my back.
“You’re too big,” she cries, and I laugh.
“Oh no, my poor ego.”
“Shut up.”
“Say it again, baby. It’ll only make this better.”
Fire sparks in her eyes. “Shut. Up.”
“’Atta girl.” With one hand braced on the wall and the other on her ass, I drive myself forward. Over and over, harder, faster, deeper, until Rosie’s nothing but sharp gasps and whimpered pleas, biting nails and a pair of incredible, bouncing tits I just wanna fucking devour.
I lower my mouth, sucking one rosy nipple between my teeth, and Rosie moans, arching herself into me.
“God. Adam. Oh my… oooh
. Yes. F-u-u-uuuck.”
“You’re not speaking English, baby.”
“I’m gonna come,” she cries, heels digging into my ass, nails raking down my arms. Her eyes roll up, wet hair splayed down her neck, and I grab a fistful of it, dragging her gaze back down to me.
“Look at me while you do it.”
“Fuck, Adam.” Her pussy squeezes my cock, and I keep thrusting, dragging every last drop from her. When she goes limp in my arms, I pull her off me, toss her over my shoulder, turn off the shower, and stalk across the bedroom.
Dropping her on the bed, I slap her ass and fist my cock. “Hands and knees, Rosie.”
She climbs there, slowly, and I grab her hips, yanking her to the edge of the bed, right where I need her. I trail the tip of my finger along her spine, then follow it with my lips.
“You gonna come again for me?”
“Yes, Adam.”
“How many times?”
“As many as you want me to.”
“And where are you gonna come?”
She sighs, fisting the sheets as I dip my tongue inside her, feasting on her sweet pussy. “On your cock, please.”
“Beautiful fucking girl.” I run my tongue along her slit, licking up as much of her as I can before I lean over her, fusing my mouth with hers so she can see how good she tastes.
I move back behind her, my gaze trailing every delicious inch of her, the dip in her waist that leads to those wide hips, soft enough for me to dig my fingers into. The curve in her spine that glides down to those dimples on her lower back, right above that immaculate, round ass.
“Fucking love
these,” I rumble, dragging my palms down her back to the dimples, digging my thumbs into her soft flesh. I press my cock against her ass and groan, holding her in place while I fight for control. “You’re a fucking goddess, Rosie. This body makes me fucking… feral
.”
“Feral?” she whispers, and when she lifts her ass, rubbing it against my cock, any semblance of control vanishes.
I yank her thighs to me, the soles of her feet hitting the ground, her chest flat on the bed, and I kick her legs wide before I plunge deep inside her. Her back bows off the bed, and she rips the sheets free from the mattress.
“Christ.” I grip her hip, holding her there while I pound into her, my other hand gliding up her back, fisting in her wet locks. “Goddammit, I love you. Love fucking you. But mostly…” I bend over her, driving deeper as I angle her face to mine. “Mostly, I love loving you.”
She cries out my name as our mouths collide, my hips slapping against her ass as
I climb higher and higher. She clenches around my cock, squeezing me deeper, and when I reach around and rub her clit, she explodes, dropping her face to the sheets to bury her scream.
I pull out of her, flipping her over and tossing her up to the pillows, crawling toward her.
“One more, baby,” I plead, spreading her legs, tossing one over my shoulder as I drop my chest to hers. “One more.”
She shakes her head, eyes squeezed shut as I sink back inside her, racing toward the finish line.
She’s already coming, squeezing me again, or maybe she’s just never stopped.
I don’t fucking know, but when her hips lift and she yanks my mouth down to hers, when she tells me she loves me one more time, I let go.
I empty everything I have inside her, burying her name in the crook of her neck as we cling to each other, sweaty, breathless, and so fucking happy.
When I roll off her two minutes later, it’s only because I’m scared of crushing her.
“That was incredible. Otherworldly. I think I transcended.” Her head flops, bleary eyes staring at me. “Seriously, Adam, I don’t know how you’ll ever beat that.”
“I’ll spend the rest of my life trying.”
“Life goals?”
“My only goal in this life is making sure you spend the rest of your days knowing, without a doubt, how loved you and Connor are.” I tuck her into my side, sweeping my thumb over her dimpled chin. “If I succeed, I’ll have lived this life right.”
She smiles, sifting her fingers through my curls before pressing a kiss to my lips. “You are perfect for us, Adam.”
It’s not hard to realize how lucky I’ve gotten in finding Rosie.
If it weren’t for her, I’m not sure I ever would’ve found the courage to truly be myself, to give all of me to someone else.
I might have lived forever being too scared of rejection, too scared of fake loves and misguided intentions.
Now, I get to live my life knowing that somebody has seen it all and still chose me.
That’s Rosie.
She unravels every string, and when she puts me back together again, I’m better than I was before. Whole, finally, and I don’t think I’ve ever been whole.