Page 88 of Beautiful Rose
I move painstakingly slow until she begs. “Please, Zander.”
“What do you want, couch girl?” I feel weirdly proud as her breath hitches at my words.
“Please. Fast,” she whispers and closes her eyes as if embarrassed.
“If you close your eyes, I’ll stop, Marr. Don’t you dare close them.” My threat works and her eyes flutter open.
“I won’t, but… please don’t stop.” She holds onto the counter for support.
I give her what she wants. I rub her clit faster with my thumb and push one finger inside her.
Her moans come short, and I continue until they turn into screams and she shatters in my arms.
When she returns to this world, I turn her around and kiss her hard, stealing her rapid breaths, trying to bottle her love in my heart.
How will I stay away from her?
My thoughts are distracted by her hesitant hands trailing the waistband of my boxers. Her fingers slowly slide inside, and she caresses my cock. Her first hesitant touch on me is everything like her.
Soft, shy, and innocent.
She brushes her fingers over my cock, almost petting me, and I groan. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“What? I’ve never done this before.” She looks embarrassed, almost pulling away, but I cover her hand with mine and push my boxers down.
“Let me show you, then.” I stroke my cock up and down. “Like this. You can apply a little more pressure.” I give her hand, now grabbing my cock, a gentle squeeze. She repeats my movements, first gingerly, and then she grabs me tight and strokes me hard.
Like in everything she does, she gives me her full attention.
“Fuck, Marr. If you go…that fast, I won’t last long,” I groan, but she doesn’t stop. My words are all the encouragement she needs, and she rolls her free hand over my balls. Her continuous pumping and rolling is my undoing.
“I’m going to—” Before I can finish my sentence, I come all over her hands.
“Oh fuck.” My hands grab the sink for support, my knees going weak. I rest my head on her shoulder as she rubs the thick mess over my stomach. I know she’s uncertain what to do next.
“Grab some toilet paper,” I whisper in a throaty voice. Once she’s back, I take it from her and wipe her hand and myself. She looks at her fingers, most likely not liking the squishy feel on them.
“You can wash it off,” I tell her. But she brings her hand to her nose and takes a whiff before slowly licking her index finger.
Damn, I’ve never seen a hotter sight. My cock hardens all over again at her bold move.
“And?” I ask.
“It smells… different. Warm. But I couldn’t get a clear taste,” she says sheepishly, her face beet red.
I chuckle at her one-of-a-kind reply. “No worries. I have lots. Next time, I’ll remember to give you a taste.” I wink at her before pulling her into my arms. I can never get tired of her warmth. “I don’t want to leave.”
“I don’t want you to either. But maybe I can visit you in St. Peppers.”
“Would you do that?” I’m surprised, knowing Marr isn’t a fan of traveling.
“I…don’t know. Your sudden departure is making me emotional.” She kisses my chest before asking out of the blue, “Would you like to eat something before leaving?”
“I don’t think I have enough time for dinner, but can you wrap something up?” I remove my boxers and get inside her shower.
“Umm, I’m not a very good cook. I can only make omelets,” she admits, her heated gaze focused over my naked body.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have to just eat you.”