Page 30 of Rose's Ripped Van Winkle

Our mouths dance as our hands explore each other’s bodies, skimming over the curves and hollows. Rose’s movements are more frantic. I don’t need to dip my finger into her sweet channel to know she’s slick and ready for me.

My fingertips tingle from my exploring as Rose moans softly in pleasure.

After rolling her onto her back, I slide between her legs and rub my cock between her drenched lips.

“Yes.”

We’re so connected she knows I needed to hear that one more time.

A surge of pleasure crashes through me and I know she can feel it too as I slide my cock inside her tight wetness in slow pulses.

“Okay?” I’m her first. I know this must hurt.

“Just a pinch, but I feel so connected. Don’t stop.”

After a few more little presses she breathes, “Yes.” Her eyes shine in passion as she widens her thighs, relaxing for my entry. As I press forward, we both just gasp, unable to do much more than savor the sensation of being united in body for the first time.

Rose wraps her legs tightly around my waist as I settle inside her, giving her time to adjust.

It’s not surprising when she’s the first to move, signaling her readiness for more.

Slowly, with deep affection, I drag my hips back, loving her little noises, the sharp intake of breath when I almost leave the warmth of her body. When I slide back inside, her pleased, “Ah,” tells me just how much she wants me deep within her.

We move together, slowly at first, then faster and harder as pleasure builds with every stroke. My cock feels perfect inside her, finding acceptance in her tight depths and sending shocks of ecstasy through us both. Rose tightens her thighs around me, rising up to feel more of me, throwing me deeper into rapture.

As I thrust in and out of her wet heat, I feel each movement resonate through my entire being. We rock together, our breaths heavy and short, like a pair of wild animals caught in the throes of passion.

The sensation is indescribable—more than anything I’ve ever felt before. The intense pleasure builds until I don’t know where she ends and I begin, until we become one undulating creature of pure bliss.

As our movements grow more frenzied, I pull her body against mine, relishing her cries of pleasure as I drive into her. Clamping my mouth over hers, I relish breathing in her outbreaths, drinking her in as we surge together.

The moment we clench together in orgasm is as if every moment of my life, all the years I waited for her, have all led to this one perfect moment in time.

My body feels immeasurable bliss when I release into her. As I bathe her in my essence, I feel a strange shifting deep inside.

It feels as though our souls have become one, bound together in the best possible way.

We lay still in the aftermath of our wondrous joining, our breathing still ragged, our heartbeats still rapid. Joy and contentment roll through me like waves in the ocean, erasing all the pain and loneliness that preceded this.

Slowly, our breathing settles. I can’t keep my fingers from skimming over her skin, claiming every inch I have yet to touch as mine. Combing my fingers through her bright red hair, I pull her beautiful face toward me for one more kiss.

I give her a long, lingering perfect kiss in an attempt to tell her everything my heart is bursting to say: how much I love her, how happy I am that I waited a century for her, and how much I want to make her happy for the rest of her life.

“I love you, too,” is her answer, as if she understood every unspoken word.

We lie intertwined in each other’s arms, our legs tangled, hearts beating in perfect unison. In this perfect moment, I am home.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Epilogue

Several Years Later…

Rose

As Rip and I cross the threshold of the hidden room, I can’t help but think about everything that has happened since the first night I met him. I stood in this doorway and spied a figure lying in this bed. His long beard revealed something magical had happened in this very place.

We fell hard and fast for each other and managed to put our pasts behind us so we could move forward together. Perhaps because we’ve both struggled so hard, we never feel guilty about how easy the past few years have been for us both. It’s been a fairytale come true.

Our paintings have been met with both critical and financial success. My style is different from his, which is perfect because I’m now my own person in every way.

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