Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I move fast, and hooking an arm around her, I shift her up the bed before my mouth slams into hers.
A startled gasp escapes Rosie, and not wanting her to start overthinking things, I kiss her wildly, making sure to silence her thoughts and have her focus on me.
Just like every other time we’ve made out, she gets lost in us.
I slow down the kiss, and as I pour my love into her, my lips knead hers and my tongue feasts on her unique taste.
By the time I lift my head, there’s a dreamy expression in her eyes as she stares up at me.
As I push myself up and grip hold of her top, tugging it over her head, Rosie shoots into a sitting position and helps me out of my T-shirt.
When I reach for her jeans and unbutton them, her eyes widen slightly as she realizes we’re taking it a step further than usual.
The moment I see her mind kick into a higher gear, I grip her jaw and kiss her hard, then I say, “No thinking. Just stay with me in the moment.”
“Okay.”
The question is written all over her face, so I add, “I’m going to make love to you.” Only then do I think to ask, “Are you ready?”
Rosie grips hold of my belt and unbuckles it. “Yes.”
Our mouths collide as she pushes the fabric down my hips, and somehow, we manage to get out of all our clothes without breaking the heated kiss.
When I brush my hand up the outside of her leg and over her bare hip, I rip my lips away from hers. My eyes burn over every naked inch of Rosie, and I swear, I forget how to function for a few seconds.
“Jesus Christ,” I whisper in complete awe. “You are a work of art.”
When my gaze lifts to her face, I see the worry as she stares at my cock. The instant she realizes I’ve noticed, she rambles, “I now understand why it hurt. Maybe I should take some Tylenol before we go any further.”
I let out a chuckle as I shake my head. “You won’t need painkillers.”
Kneeling in front of each other, I brush my fingers over her ribs before I place my arm around her lower back and tug her against my chest.
A breath bursts over her lips, and I give her a moment to catch up to what’s about to happen. The moment she does, wonder fills her gaze.
I place my other hand on the side of her neck and tenderly kiss her while using my body to push her onto her back.
I’ve never fucked face-to-face. It was always from behind and with as little emotion as possible.
But as I cover Rosie and our eyes lock, nothing has ever felt more right.
Between kisses, I keep a close eye on her expressions. I slip my hand between her thighs, and the instant I part her and caress her clit, her eyebrows draw together, and her body shudders.
“Enzo,” she whispers my name like it’s a prayer, the anticipation and desire filling her eyes, my undoing.
When I push my finger inside her, a groan of pure satisfaction rumbles from me.
Fuck, I love touching her.
I keep my pace slow, letting her soak my hand before I move down her body, dropping kisses all over her breasts, stomach, and abdomen. Pushing her legs open, I grip hold of her ass and lift her off the covers as I duck my head.
With the first swipe of my tongue, Rosie’s back arches and her muscles tighten while the most addictive flavor explodes over my taste buds.
Going down on her was meant to get her ready, but as I begin to lick and suck at her clit and opening, I lose my fucking mind until I’m downright devouring her.
“Enzo!” Rosie sobs. “God.”
Her hands fist in my hair, and when I lose a few strands, I grin against her pussy before sucking even harder. Rosie’s thighs tremble where they’re rubbing against my shoulders as she moves, then her heel hits the middle of my back as she begins to convulse.
“Shit… God… Yes…” Her moans are music to my fucking ears as she orgasms, and I can feel pre-cum dripping from my cock and forming a wet spot on the covers.
When I finally lift my head and lick my lips, Rosie looks boneless while her chest rises and falls with rapid breaths.
She’s completely out of it for a few seconds before she’s able to whisper, “Wow.”
I open my bedside drawer and grab the box of condoms and lube I placed there last week, but Rosie grips hold of my wrist and shakes her head.
“I got an implant.”
My eyebrow lifts. “When?”
“During the second checkup with Dr. Milazzo. We’re good to go.”
I toss the condoms back into the drawer but open the lube and squirt some into my palm. When I stroke it evenly over my cock, Rosie’s eyes lock on my hand, and desire darkens her eyes.