Chapter 13 #3
Rose nodded and leaned forward to kiss him. “Why don’t you go get your sex kit? I’m assuming you also provided the instruction manuals and safety data sheets for everything inside?”
“Of course,” he said, not picking up on her sarcasm. “What if one of us has an allergic reaction and the doctors need to know exactly what we touched?”
Rose couldn’t help it. Gripping his face, she pulled him down to her. Behind them, as candy and chips were crushed beneath her weight, the fondue fountain completed its journey to the floor.
Neither of them noticed.
* * *
There was a stigma attached to virgin men, like they were somehow less man.
While arguably, the opposite was said for women who had had sex.
Even a number of romance novels that Rose read had the virgin woman to the experienced man, or men.
Rose was not ashamed that she wasn’t a virgin—because changing that would wish Oscar out of existence—but a part of her did wish that she was experiencing her first time with Keys, that Keys was the only man to have ever touched her body.
The last time Rose had had sex, she’d been nineteen and would wake up not to kisses or intimate touches, but to her lover telling her that he planned to bring some men over to her house later that day to “inspect” her, to see which one would want to pay him the right to use her.
Rose had been so confused, so hurt, that she hadn’t even fully processed what had been happening until she was being dressed up in lingerie and high heels.
While no man had touched her that night, she would never forget the memory of listening to their offers, the lewd ways they proclaimed they wanted to use her body.
Like she was nothing more than a malleable doll.
When she’d run and put Kennedy into prison, even before she discovered her pregnancy, she thought she was finished with sex. At nineteen and done.
She’d never been so grateful, so thrilled, to be wrong.
Kissing Keys was akin to sticking her finger in an electrical socket. Energy buzzed under her skin, dancing like a live current. His touch was magnetic and addictive.
Keys moaned against her mouth. “I want to claim every inch of your body, but like being presented with a giant buffet, I don’t know where to start.”
The snort left her before she could stop it. When hurt flashed across his face, Rose quickly tried to explain. “I’m so sorry. What you said was romantic, really. But after the banana comment, it just came out of me.”
Keys blinked down at her. Rose feared that she’d ruined the moment, but then Keys reached over her head.
Bringing his hand back, she couldn’t see what he had before he traced his finger down her cheek, and she immediately smelled the chocolate.
He dipped his head down and licked up the side of her face.
“Just for that, I’m not sharing this.” He grabbed another scoop of chocolate and dribbled it over her mouth, chin, and neck before sticking his fingers inside his own mouth and sucking off the delicious goodness.
Rose’s eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared. “Don’t stand between me and chocolate. You won’t like the consequences.”
Keys raised an eyebrow before dipping his head and licking up the side of her neck. “I think I’ll take my chanc—”
Before the sentence was out of his mouth, Rose grabbed up the first thing she could reach, which turned out to be a handful of gummy worms, and smashed it into his face.
“Oh my God!” Keys shouted, shooting upright. “It’s in my nose!”
As Keys moved backwards, gummy worms falling down the front of him, Rose did indeed see a worm sticking out of his nose. But that did not stop her. Sitting up on the table, she pushed herself off and tackled Keys to the floor.
Unfortunately, her leg caught on the table’s edge on the way down, which turned the table and all its contents came crashing down on top of them, too. But by sheer luck, Keys landed next to a piece of the chocolate fondue fountain they’d already knocked over.
Straddling his hips, Rose reached into Keys’ pocket where she knew he kept a Swiss Army knife.
Keys watched her in stunned amazement as Rose cut through his “One Ring to Rule Them All” shirt with the small scissors and revealed his chest. As Keys snorted out the gummy worm, Rose lifted his glasses off his face.
She tossed both the knife and his glasses onto one of the desk chairs that wasn’t too far away from them.
Picking up the base of the fountain, she did a quick temperature check to ensure it wasn’t scalding, and then poured the heated contents over Keys’ bare chest.
“I’m not sure if I’m regretting my life’s choices or loving them,” Keys mused at the river of chocolate flowing all down his front and sides.
“I warned you,” Rose told him before tossing the base.
There’d still been more inside, but she felt she’d dumped enough to make her point.
Scooting down his legs, Rose licked from his cocoa-covered navel all the way to his pecs.
Even aware that her face, hair, and front were as coated in the sugary goodness as her tongue, Rose brought herself up until she was over Keys’ face.
“Definitely loving them,” Keys confirmed. Not deterred by the mess she’d made, Keys reached up and touched her hair—before he flipped them on the candy-scattered floor.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!”
Keys immediately sat up at her exclaim. “What? What is it? What happened?”
Rose reached beneath her back and pulled out a handful of jawbreaker candies. “It was like they were trying to break my back, not my jaw.”
Keys reached down and grabbed his jeans over his groin. “I got something here that will break your jaw.” Then immediately, he winced. “Yeah, I heard it. Don’t ever tell anyone I said that.”
Laughing, Rose gently chucked the jawbreaker candies at his chocolate-lathered chest. Some, to her further amusement, stuck before gravity forced their slow descent down his abdomen.
Both Keys and Rose watched as they hit the seam of his pants before continuing their way to the piezoelectric-sensor floor.
“I have no idea why that was so mesmerizing,” Rose admitted.
Keys shrugged, but clearly had no intention of repeating the scene. He reached over her and cleared the floor of all candies before laying her back down. “Wait, I changed my mind,” he said, lifting her up into a seated position. “I want your shirt and bra off first.”
Rose lifted her arms in invitation. Her clothing—well, both of their clothing actually—was ruined by the chocolate, anyway.
Keys got her shirt off and then turned his attention to her bra.
Rose expected him to struggle with the clasp, so her jaw practically hit the floor when he expertly reached around her back and undid the hooks without even having to look.
“What the fuck, Keys? Who the hell have you been practicing that on?” she gasped out as he brought the straps down her arms. “Wait, do you have like a collection of mannequins inside your room where you practice taking off women’s clothing?”
Keys’ eyes went wide as his cheeks brightened. “What? No! I swear!”
Rose could only hold her suspicious expression another few seconds before she smiled at him. “No, seriously. That was impressive. I’ve been wearing bras for a decade, and even I can’t get them off that fast. You might be my new de-bra-er.”
Keys’ embarrassment did not wane as she hoped it would. “I mean, yeah… I could… I could do that.”
* * *
Keys cleared his throat. “Is there anything off-limits? Anything you don’t like to do?”
As much as Keys did not want to hear any details of her past relations with men, he still needed to know what she was comfortable doing and not doing.
Rose shook her head as she shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. I might have a son, but I’m actually not that experienced. Not in this anyway.” He understood immediately that she meant the intimacy between them, their connection and their unbreakable bond. “So in that regard, I’m as virginal as you.”
He highly doubted that, but also appreciated what she was trying to say. “How about this?” he offered. “We figure out what we like together. Is there anything you don’t want to try or specifically want to?”
“Well, I’ve always been interested in pegging…
” At Keys’ horrified expression, Rose laughed, “I’m kidding!
Kidding! Maybe,” she added offhandedly. “No, seriously. I just want to be with you, Keys. I want to experience what it’s like to be with the man I love.
If you do something I don’t like, and even something I do, I’ll tell you. I promise.”
His heart still racing from the near heart attack she’d given him, Keys nodded slowly. “Same. I just want to make this good for you.”
Lifting her arm, she touched his chin. “Good for us.”
But Keys shook his head. “I might not have done this before, but I’ve paid attention. I listen to my brothers’ conversations, and I know that your pleasure matters more than mine. I don’t come until you do.”
An odd expression crossed Rose’s face. “That’s… I mean, I don’t want you to set unrealistic expectations for your first time. I might not come—and that’s fine. I just want to be with you.”
Keys frowned down at her, eyebrows nearly touching. “I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t you come?”
“Look,” her cheeks flushed under the chocolate coating her skin, “I just… Women… Fuck,” she lowered her hand from his chin.
“It’s just that I’ve…never… Not with a man at least,” she added like a clarifier.
“I don’t think penetration does it for me, but it’s been so long that maybe that’s not true anymore. ”