Page 26 of Four Tattoos
My teeth nip at her earlobe. “Is that right?”
When I press the heel of my palm against her pussy, she writhes against it, which results in her grinding her ass against my hard-on.
I slip my other hand up under her shirt to cup her breast and toy with her nipple, and she cries out softly, her head tipping back, her hair brushing against my cheek.
“You like that?”
“I like … everything you do to me.”
My mouth finds hers and I kiss her, as my hand starts to work a rhythm. It’s only moments later that she’s moaning against my lips, her ass lifting from the seat as she chases her pleasure.
I pinch her nipple and tug her bottom lip between my teeth, loving the way she loses control so quickly and easily.
“Oh, oh … oh!” She seems almost startled by her own reaction, and it does seem intense for a fully-clothed orgasm. When her whimpers subside, she melts into me, her body going limp.
“Another first for the night,” she says.
“What’s that?”
“First time riding on a bike. First orgasm on a bike.”
This makes me laugh, and gives me a light feeling in my chest.
Rose twists around so that she’s facing me, and I take the opportunity to kiss her again. Her hands reach for my pants, but I stop her.
“I want to do the same for you,” she explains.
“Not here.” I bring her hands up to my lips and press kisses onto her knuckles, one at a time. When I release them, she leans into my chest, resting her head there, sliding her hands around my sides, melding herself to my body.
I enjoyed this spot when I was here before, but having Rose with me takes it to another level. It has me thinking of all of the other places I’d like to take her and things I’d like to do with her—camping in the mountains, a bonfire on the beach, exploring little out of the way towns, and going wherever the day takes us.
I didn’t realize I’d been missing companionship, but apparently that’s the case.
We sit joined together for quite a while, until I realize the air’s grown cooler and Rose might be cold on the ride back. “Are you ready to go?” I rub my hand down her back in long strokes.
“I guess so, though I’m so comfortable I could almost fall asleep.”
That’s another thing that would be enjoyable, sleeping with Rose in my arms.
After giving her another kiss, I help her put her helmet on, and we head back to the island. At the shop, I offer her something to drink, but she declines.
“I’d better get home,” she says. “I had a wonderful time. Thank you.”
“I’ll take you for a ride anytime you want.” I pull her back into my arms and give her a kiss intended to let her know how much I enjoyed her company.
As she kisses me back, I’m tempted to tug her into the shop and have my way with her, but I hold back, and when she looks at me, there’s something in her eyes that makes me glad I do.
She’s so appealing, more so than any woman I’ve met in a long time, but it wouldn’t be fair of me to get involved with her when I have plans to leave.
There’s a vulnerability to her that needs to be cherished and protected. The last thing I want to do is break her heart, or even bruise it.
The ironic thing is that I want to go out west for the big skies and bright sun, but Rose herself is like the sun, lighting up our lives with her smile every time she’s around.
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ROSE
Fifteen minutes after I get home and past Patrick and his questions, my phone buzzes with a text.