Chapter 31
Alex
Rosie looks at me, her dark eyes lit with a passion I’ve never seen before. Her breathing is quick, her cheeks flushed, and I’m completely lost in her gaze, unable to think of anything but how much I want her. How beautiful she is like this, how good it feels to make her feel good, how much I want to think of her as mine.
“Alex,”
she whispers, her voice warm yet trembling with resolve. “I want you, now.”
My heart races as I reach out to touch her cheek, my thumb grazing her velvety skin. “I want you too, Rosie. More than you could ever imagine.”
My voice comes out rough, loaded with an emotion that grows, strong and unstoppable.
Our lips meet again in a deep kiss, filled with an intensity that leaves no room for hesitation. My hands explore her body, tracing the soft, graceful lines I’ve come to adore. She answers my kiss with the same fervent passion, pressing her body against mine, seeking closeness, connection, the feeling of belonging we both crave.
My mind is racing, but in a rare moment of clarity, I stop. “Rosie, wait,”
I murmur against her lips, my breath still ragged as I try to regain control. “I don’t have a condom with me.”
I feel like a complete idiot. “I didn’t expect…”
I try to explain as she watches me, her eyes intense yet gentle, filled with affectionate understanding. But she interrupts me.
“I’m on the pill,”
she whispers, her lips brushing against mine as she speaks, her warm breath on my face. “If you trust me, I trust you.”
Her words resonate deeply, carrying an intimacy that takes my breath away. I look at her, feeling the meaning of that gesture, of that total trust. “I trust you,”
I reply softly, my voice reflecting the truth of the words. She smiles, a shy smile that kindles a new warmth within me, a tenderness I feel only for her.
I lift her into my arms and carry her toward the riverbank, laying her gently on the soft grass. I brush her coppery hair away from her face, leaving her beautiful features fully revealed. Resting my forehead against hers, I hold her face in my hands.
“Are you sure?”
I ask her once more. I want her more than anything, but I need to know that her decision isn’t clouded by the passion of the moment. I don’t want her to regret this later.
She gives me a teasing smile. “Hurry up, cowboy… or are you getting performance anxiety?”
I burst out laughing. I love my Rosie.
“Oh, I’m going to make you regret that, princess.”
Rosie
I can hardly believe what just happened. I kissed Alex—I made the first move. The thought alone makes my heart race, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. I’d reached my breaking point. For one agonizing moment, fear gripped me after my lips met his. What if I’d gone too far? But then, his lips moved against mine, and that fear melted away, replaced by a rush of pure, unrestrained relief and something far deeper. He kissed me back.
I’m not the type of person with much experience in these things… I guess my insecurities about relationships have kept me a little in the dark. But after that kiss... it was like that one kiss snuck through all our defenses and gradually dismantled them completely. Like the solution to an equation that suddenly becomes clear.
And that orgasm Alex gave me? The most intense of my life.
Sure… I’ve never had an orgasm against a rock at the hands of a cowboy before, so that probably played a part… but something tells me that’s far from the whole story. Alex has this mix of sweetness and passion that drives me crazy.
Just like the kiss before. It started as the softest, shyest thing in the world… and then he devoured me, burning me up.
He started out touching me so delicately, seeking my approval… and then he gave me the strongest orgasm of my life.
Now he’s laid me gently on the grass. He takes care of my whole body, still looking for my approval, checking in, waiting for my final “yes”
before he enters me.
I never thought I’d be so drawn to a guy this sweet.
“Oh, I’m going to make you regret that, princess”, he says, laughing at my last playful remark.
And there’s my cowboy again.
Which version do I like best? Do I really have to choose?! Alex is perfect in every way.
He bites down on the curve of my shoulder… and a tingling shiver runs all the way down my spine, reaching the tips of my fingers. I can’t hold back a moan.
“That’s it, princess, I want to hear you when you like it,”
he whispers, rewarding me with another bite. Meanwhile, he slowly starts to ease himself between my legs, nudging forward to let me get used to him… and I can already tell this will be incredible.
“Oh God, Rosie… you’re going to kill me,”
he says, his voice so husky it doesn’t even sound like him. I cling to him, too overwhelmed to say anything, already lost in sensation. I dig my nails in a little too deep, but he doesn’t complain.
Then, he slides fully inside, and we start finding our rhythm. His body blends completely with mine, and nothing has ever felt more right. I’ve never felt more complete, more alive.
Alex is perfectly fitted to me, and he moves with the skill of someone completely aware of his own body, like no one else has done with me before. And combined with the words he whispers in that broken voice, it’s enough to drive me crazy.
“Yes, baby, just like that.”
“Oh God, you’re perfect.”
“I’ll never get enough of this.”
I don’t know if he truly believes these things or if it’s just the heat of the moment... but it has a profound effect on me.
And he keeps moving, kissing me, touching me everywhere, like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
His skin is warm and solid under my hands, and every touch feels like worship.
Our hands intertwine, and together we reach the end of this dance, overwhelmed by a storm that leaves us still, close, holding each other tight, completely spent.