Chapter 28 Rosie #2
He doesn’t finish the sentence, but I feel the weight of the words he’s holding back, the ones we’re both too afraid to say. Words that would change everything. Words that mean we can’t imagine life without each other.
The thought terrifies me as much as it exhilarates me, so I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him back down to me, kissing him deeply, pouring everything I can’t say into that kiss. Everything we can't say.
My hands slide into his hair, gripping tightly as his arms lock around my hips, pulling me flush against him and holding me there.
I’m still naked and the blankets are long forgotten. I press my skin against his, feeling the burn of there finally being nothing between us.
I wrap my legs around his hips, digging my heels into the strong muscles of his lower back, coaxing the tip of his cock into my opening. His slick tip slides across my pussy and up to my clit.
It feels incredible. I let out a soft moan and do it again.
This time his wide crown breaks just past my opening. He freezes, lets out a growl and reaches behind his back to unlock my heels before shaking his head at me.
“You’ll get me tonight,” he says, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rasp. “But first, this pussy is mine to taste. Mine to pay penance to.”
Before I can respond, he moves downward. His beard brushes across my breasts, his tongue laps at my nipples until he settles himself between my legs, pausing just inches from where I’m aching for him.
He takes in a deep breath, and his eyes flutter shut for a moment, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.
“You smell like flowers,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with awe. “I don’t know how that’s possible after being submerged in a frozen lake, but I fucking love it. You always smell like roses.”
Then his tongue drags over me sloppily, from my opening to my clit. The first flick is firm, sending a jolt of electricity through me, and when he taps it twice more with the pointed tip of his warm tongue, he looks up and grins.
"Boone," I moan. “I need more.”
“Hold on, sweetheart,” he says, his grip tightening on my thighs as he spreads me wider. “I’m just getting started.”
And then he devours me.
Boone eats pussy like it’s his life’s work.
Every lick, nip, and suck executed with the precision of a guy who moves his body for a living.
It’s intense, almost overwhelming, as if he’s determined to unravel me piece by piece.
His tongue is relentless, his hands firm as they hold me exactly where he wants me.
The man doesn’t do anything halfway, and this is no exception.
“Mine,” he growls biting down on the inside of one of my thighs, hard enough to hurt but good enough to have my legs shaking around his head.
“More,” I groan, arching into his face as he bites the other thigh in the same spot.
“Mine.”
That’s how it feels.
He drags his tongue across my pussy wetly, lapping at my opening before sliding two of his rough fingers inside and twisting them.
The sounds he makes are loud and shameless.
He’s grunting and groaning with each thrust, with each drag and suck of my clit, and I can’t decide if it’s embarrassing how wet I am for him or insanely hot.
“I need you to take a third,” he growls, his breath hot against my skin.
“I don’t know if I can,” I whisper, the thought of more of his thick fingers makes me tense even as my body craves it.
“You can,” he says firmly, his voice full of command. “I need to stretch you to get you ready for me. You’re not ready yet.”
I nod, anticipation curling like heat deep in my belly. Slowly, he works a third finger inside me, and the stretch is intense, almost too much at first. But then he starts moving, coaxing my body to adjust, his murmured praise washing over me.
“Fuck, Rosie, this pussy is perfect. I can’t wait to fuck it. I can’t wait to fuck my wife.”
The bluntness of his words makes me moan, my head tilting back as my hips move on their own, chasing the pleasure he’s giving me. His fingers slide in and out, his tongue working my clit with unrelenting precision, and the coil inside me tightens to the point of almost snapping.
“I’m so close,” I pant, my voice shaking.
“Good,” he says, pulling his fingers out so suddenly I gasp at the loss.
Before I can process what's happening, he flips me over, my stomach hitting the mattress as he lifts my hips high in the air. His fingers plunge back inside me, this time from behind and harder, deeper, making me cry out as he finds a new angle that I've never been fingered in before.
“Boone!” I scream, my voice breaking, but he doesn’t slow down. His face presses between my thighs now, and before I know it, I’m sitting on him—his mouth, his beard, his whole face as he rests his back on the mattress, his long legs dangling over the end of the bed.
“Sit all your weight on me, Rosie,” he orders, his voice muffled but firm. “Get your orgasm. Now.”
I move on instinct, rocking back and forth on his face, his tongue and fingers working in tandem while he growls ferally beneath me. I’ve lost all sense of control now. Tonight, Boone awakened something in me I never knew existed, and I’m not sure I can return to who I was before.
I must look insane, riding him like this, my thighs trembling, face buried in the sheets and pillows above my head, my breaths coming in sharp pants.
Everything in me tightens—the ache in my pelvis, the peaks of my nipples hard in the cool air, the overwhelming sensation of him beneath me and what we're confessing with our bodies. And before I can prepare, before I can hesitate, I break.
“Yes, Boone!” I scream as my orgasm tears through me, every nerve in my body lighting up at once.
“That’s my wife,” he mumbles against me, and those words are my undoing. My pelvis contracts, my pussy squeezes and I release.
I collapse forward onto the bed, shaking, breathless, while he continues to move his fingers inside me, drawing out every last shudder until I’m nothing but a boneless heap.
“That’s my wife,” he whispers again, his voice softer now, soothing.
I barely register the shift of the bed, the sound of a condom wrapper tearing somewhere behind me before the mattress dips again—my brand-new, eight-thousand-dollar special edition bed that Cain installed and we’re very thoroughly breaking in.
Then he gently lifts me until I’m back on my back looking up at him.
He hovers over me, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance. He moves it slowly, deliberately, dragging it through my wetness to lubricate and brushing it against my way-too-sensitive clit.
“Only if you want me to,” he says, his eyes searching mine. “And if you don’t, I’ll take this off and just hold you.”
I gently raise up on my elbows to watch him move between my legs. He’s big, but I know this will work. But more than that, I want him. I want all of Boone. I want every experience with him.
“I want you to.”
He presses his tip against my clit again before dragging it across my opening.
“Is it going to fit?” I breathe, the words spilling out without thought as the stretch from his fingers still lingers.
He doesn’t look up at me, his focus entirely on the way he’s working me. “It will,” he says, his voice dark and full of promise. “Just need to get you angled right now that you're ready. You’re ready now, aren’t you?”
I bite my lip and nod. “Yeah. I am.”
And I mean that in more than one way. Because three months ago I wasn’t ready for a man like Boone to come into my life. I wasn’t ready to trust someone completely with my heart, my reputation, my home, and my time.
But now I am.
His eyes meet mine, and he smiles like he knows what I mean.
“I’ll go slow at first. It won’t be easy, but I’ll take my time with you until you feel safe.”
And that’s what he’s done all along.
“But I won’t be able to for long. It’s been too many months of marriage and celibacy without this. And I’m ready to consummate the marriage.”
Then, with rapt attention he eases himself inside me, and the world fades away as Boone fills me.