Chapter 31
She had a light dusting of freckles on the tip of her nose. So light they’d get wiped away with any amount of makeup. I’d never noticed them before and that felt like a crime. However, I rarely got the luxury of being this close to her.
Her eyes were shut, lips parted as her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.
Blonde hair splayed all around the pillow, but the best part, the part that meant I hadn’t moved in over an hour in fear I’d wake her up—her head was resting on my chest. One long arm draped over my stomach.
She’d snuggled so close to me during the night that her entire body was plastered to my side.
Her soft tits pressed against my skin, thigh touching thigh. Fucking hell, it was heaven.
Sunlight pierced through the curtains. Downstairs I heard the faint noises of someone making coffee—probably Oliver, given he was an early riser like me.
I placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. Her eyelids fluttered, but she didn’t stir. My dick immediately sprang to life when a soft moan sounded. Whatever she was dreaming about, selfishly, I hoped I was the star.
Sex with Rosie was on another level. I knew it would be.
What I hadn’t expected was for it to blow my other experiences completely out of the water.
The way she responded to my touch. Her taste, her body.
But ultimately the connection became even more undeniable the second my cock slid home inside her.
It all blended together in a concoction of utter heaven.
It felt right. We felt right.
Needing to feel her again, I let my fingers drift down the soft contour of her body until they slipped through her folds.
She’d cleaned up from last night, informing me that unlike rom-coms, a girl actually needs to pee after sex, otherwise she gets infections.
It wasn’t the sexiest conversation we’d ever had, but the smile on her face as she pressed a soft kiss to my lips before slinking into the bathroom, and watching her butt sway as she walked away, made up for it.
Another moan spilled free as I idly played with her wetness. Whatever she had been dreaming about was sexy enough to have her body reacting to it.
I let my finger swirl in the growing slickness, taking lazy strokes over her labia and clit. Her back arched into my touch, eyes still shut. Another sexy moan falling past her lips.
My dick was as hard as granite now. I pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead at the same time I slid two fingers gently into her pussy.
I could guess which action had her eyes flying open and her chest rising and falling with laboured breaths.
‘What the—?’ she croaked, voice thick with sleep.
I snatched her parted lips in mine, thrusting my fingers in a steady rhythm.
‘Morning, sweetheart,’ I mumbled against her soft mouth.
The arm draped over my stomach reached up and cupped my neck. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as her hips ground against my fingers.
‘This is certainly a good wake-up call,’ she moaned loudly as I pressed my thumb to her clit.
My lips brushed against her forehead, enjoying the feel of her writhing against me.
‘Fuck, you’re beautiful in the morning.’
A surprised laugh sounded right before her grip on my neck tightened. Based on how her pussy was cinching tightly around my fingers, I knew she was close.
‘Inside me,’ she pleaded, shoving my hand away before I could make her come.
‘This was just for you,' I said, even though my cock was screaming at me for that moment of chivalry.
Rosie grinned. ‘And I want your dick.’ To prove her point, she threw the blankets off our bodies, and reached over me to the nightstand to grab a condom. I grunted in desperation at the feel of her tits brushing my pecs.
Quicker than I’d have managed being that turned on, she slid the latex down my length and straddled me. My hands darted to her hips and we let out simultaneous moans of pleasure as she sank down onto my cock.
‘How the hell did I get so lucky to see you like this?’ I breathed as she started to grind, hips moving in a rhythm that had my eyes rolling back in my head.
‘I’m gonna let your tongue take all the credit.
It did some serious work last night,’ she said a little breathlessly, and reached up to pinch her nipples, head thrown back.
I pushed her hands out of the way, taking over the ministrations.
Pumping and plucking those cherry tips until that same sweet groan of pleasure was rumbling out her throat.
It didn’t take long for us both to hurtle towards the finish line.
After we’d both come down from the high of our climax, I rolled her onto her back and spent a good hour buried between her thighs, seeing how many orgasms I could pull from her.
Turns out, I’d hit a personal best when her fifth climax of the morning locked up her body and I was nearly drowning in her cum.
What a fucking way to go.
We showered together and Rosie was halfway through getting changed when she’d demanded coffee.
Batting her eyelashes, lips falling to a pout that prompted me to haul her in for a kiss that had us both groaning and panting by the end.
She could lay out all the demands she wanted; I’d happily oblige every damn one.
Since I’d slept in her room, all my clothes were still in my overnight bag a few doors down.
Placing one last kiss on her swollen lips, earning me the sweetest smile, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist, heading out the room.
I was only feet away from my bedroom door when Oliver appeared at the top of the staircase—already dressed in black jeans and a hoodie. A mug of freshly brewed coffee in his hands. Probably for Fallon. Both those girls were fiends when it came to caffeine. He halted on the top step.
‘You’re half naked.’ Oliver pointed out, grimacing when his eyes panned down my body. ‘With a semi. Okay, you can add that to the list of things I never needed to fucking see.’ He clapped his free hand over his eyes. ‘Go get fucking dressed. It’s my birthday and you’re ruining it.’
My face split into a wide grin. ‘Happy Birthday brother.’ Before he could dodge out of the way, I wrapped my arms around his neck and yanked him in for a hug.
He squirmed against my grip, holding the coffee at arm’s length, doing his best not to spill it as I ruffled his hair with my knuckles.
‘Fuck’s sake, let go before it fucking touches me.
’ Using his agility honed from years of football, he ducked out of my hold.
His eyes scrunched in distaste, but I saw the reluctant smile he tried to hide.
‘Go get dressed. I don’t need my girlfriend seeing all that.’ He made a retching sound and shoved me hard in the shoulder.
As quickly as I could, I threw on some jeans, a grey T-shirt and my favourite red flannel and padded downstairs. No one else was down yet. The only signs of life was the coffee pot that Oliver left warming.
I got started on preparing breakfast. All the ingredients Rosie and I bought yesterday went into making the best damn English breakfast ever.
‘You’re whistling.’ Two warm hands encircled my waist, palms pressing flat on my chest. I stopped whisking the eggs that I was about to pour into a dish to make frittata.
Plucking one of her hands, I lifted it to my mouth and pressed a kiss in the centre of her palm before turning around.
I’d seen her dripping wet in the shower, not a stitch of makeup or clothing on her body not twenty minutes ago, yet she fucking took my breath away, standing there in black leggings and a red and white stripped turtleneck.
Her hair was still wet from the shower, her lashes were a deeper black and cheeks pink from makeup.
‘You sound like a guy who got laid.’ She grinned.
God help me, I couldn’t stop the matching smile from stretching across my face. ‘And you look like a woman who just got fucked.’
I cut her laugh short by swooping down and sealing our lips together. She tasted like mint and smelled like vanilla—I never considered scents to be arousing, but one whiff of Rosie and I was hard as a rock.
My arms wrapped around her waist, about to lift her into my arms and place her on the counter to take full advantage of that mouth when she pressed two palms on my chest, pulling back with a giggle.
‘Okay, I’m under strict instructions,’ she said, as I pushed her hands away and continued kissing her.
Trailing my lips all the way down her cheek to her neck.
‘We have a birthday to celebrate,’ she continued, voice breathless.
Her hands curled in my shirt and I took that as all the invitation I needed to keep going.
My right hand cupped the back of her neck.
I bent her backwards slightly, sinking my teeth into the skin right by her ear.
The spot I found last night that rewarded me with the sweetest sound—and there it was.
‘We have to—’ her words trailed off to a long moan.
‘Go back upstairs and fuck breakfast,' I finished for her, nibbling on her earlobe.
‘My vagina needs a break.’
At those words, I pulled back with raised eyebrows. ‘Really?’
The corners of her eyes creased as she smiled.
‘No. But after yesterday, I don’t think slipping away to fuck when you’re supposed to be making breakfast is going to be a good start to Oliver’s birthday.
’ She slid off the counter, rose to her tiptoes and brushed her lips gently over mine, pulling away with a firm pat on my chest.
‘I can multitask,’ I said.
She gave me another sweet laugh, winking at me over her shoulder. ‘Trust me, I know.’
I folded my arms over my chest, watching as she went over to the fridge and started pulling out the birthday cake we’d brought down yesterday. Grabbing candles from somewhere, she arranged them on top of the cake.
‘Think that’s a bit overkill?’ My hands found their rightful place on her hips, her back to my chest as I looked at the thirty-something candles she was placing on top of the white frosting.
‘Fallon asked me to get candles. She didn’t specify how many.’ Rosie couldn’t keep the devilish glint out of her eyes. I gripped her chin between my fingers, tilting her head back.
‘It’s gonna be more candle than cake.’ I brushed a kiss against her lips.
She pulled back with an evil smirk. ‘Perfect.’