Page 66 of Beautiful Rose
I burst into tears from this unfamiliar sensation of freedom.
“Holy shit, Marr. Did I hurt you?” He turns me in his lap and peers at me with worry-filled eyes.
“No, not at all. But I-I can’t seem to stop.” I wipe the tears rolling down my face.
He holds me in his arms as I bury my face in his chest, holding on to him like he might disappear and this night will turn into nothing but a dream.
Several minutes pass until Zander caresses my back and asks warily, “Do you want to talk about it? Didn’t you enjoy it?”
I hate myself for making him feel this way. “I...liked it. Very much. My head…was light, and it reminded me of the only time I had too much wine,” I try to explain.
I can feel his smile on my hair. “It feels good, right?”
“Yes. But I can’t stop my tears.” I look at his handsome face. Is he disappointed?
“It’s okay, Marr. Sometimes good and bad emotions come together. It’s normal.”
I know it’s not normal to cry while making love, but Zander would never let me feel any different.
“It was...it was...” I try to put the feeling into words.
He chuckles. “An orgasm, baby.”
“My first orgasm,” I whisper, knowing my teary face has a hundred-watt smile.
An identical smile lights his face. “Yes, your first orgasm. There are several more you’re going to get, but not tonight.”
Surprisingly, his words make me sad. Now I know what all the fuss is over, and we haven’t even done it yet.
He helps me put my T-shirt back on and pulls me to his chest. “Thank you, Marr,” he says against my hair.
“You’re thanking me?” I ask incredulously.
He tips my chin up with a finger and lazily places his lips over mine. “Thank you for sharing this intimate moment with me.”
“Thanks to you too,” I whisper, my beaming face telling him, for sure, how much I’m thankful.
“You are very welcome.” He smiles and gives me a swift kiss. “But I need to make some adjustments.”
I don’t understand until he gets up and tugs on his pants. I realize we didn’t do anything to ease him, but I’m not sure what the protocol is in this situation.
“Um, do you want…me to…” I try to ask, not knowing what exactly I’m asking.
“Have you given a blow job before?” He cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow.
“No,” I reply hastily, which causes a dimpled smile to pull on his lips.
“I think we’ve had enough adventure for the day, babe.” He must have caught my drooping lips, because suddenly he tips my chin up with his fingers. “I don’t want to overwhelm you, Marr. Don’t worry about me. Today is just the beginning. I’ll definitely ask you to return the favor one day.” He leaves the last sentence hanging in the air as a warning before sauntering toward the kitchen.
My heart thumps too loud. I’m not sure if it’s from the excitement or fear of his declaration.
He returns with two cans of soda and hands me one. His eyes never leave mine as he sips the drink. The movement of his neck as the liquid flows down seems unreasonably erotic.
Placing the can next to the laptop on the table, he asks, “Can I stay the night?” There’s a hint of hesitancy in his voice, as if I’d deny his request.
“I’d love for you to stay the night.” I stand and my hands naturally curl around his strong waist. My head rests over its favorite place tonight: his warm, pounding heart.
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