She felt him push his jeans down. “Do it,” he whispered.
“I don’t have panties on,” she confessed, breathless as she sat up and moved herself into position.
He groaned, his face fierce with desire now as he navigated his hands, touching her naked parts with his fingers. She gasped when he moved the head of his cock along her opening. She held her shirt up, watching his eyes go to what he was doing. His lips parted with harsh breaths as he slid himself along her clit and opening, not entering, teasing.
“Yes,” she whispered, moving with him, liking that he teased. She wanted to play so many sexual games with him. Last night had opened a door into a fun room. She wanted to do more of that. She wanted to explore things with him. She especially got a strange exhilaration when she took control. “I’m going to take you right here,” she whispered. “Do you want that?”
His eyes shot to hers and he nodded with a timid look and hunger that said yes, make me. It was something he loved, clearly and desperately. Something he needed her to do with him. Without warning she plunged herself down onto his hard cock, bringing both their gasps at once.
She watched him move his hands above his head, and fell forward, gripping his wrists. The jerk of his cock inside her with his groan, said that was exactly what he wanted. Rosie had never been so turned on as she moved herself on him, watching his handsome face. The way he reacted to what she did was making her so hot. She began riding him faster, harder, loving the control she had, loving the way he responded with harsh flicks of his hips and guttural groans of ecstasy.
He closed his eyes, calling her name over and over. She kissed him then, sucked and bit at his lip while filling his mouth with her naughty moans of seduction. “That’s it, William. I want you to come so hard for me. Right now, come for me.”
“Rosie!” he shot. “Fuck me harder. Harder,” he begged.
She rose and bounced herself on him, watching him grab her hips, his head thrashing as
he came as hard as she’d ever seen him come. Oh God, he was so beautiful, his milky muscles taut, bulging and trembling from it.
She couldn’t believe this was her life now. With him. At their home. Yes, it was full of nightmare memories, but she was there with him. There to recreate a new life right over the old one, right in front of its eyes, right in broad daylight of all its dirty dark secrets.
She collapsed onto him. “William,” she gasped, kissing him. “You’re so beautiful when you orgasm, did you know?”
“No,” he mumbled back, sounding sincere.
She lay fully on him, feeling the harsh beat of his heart in his chest, listening to him suck air in and out of his lungs. He stroked her head, but she noticed a hesitation. She looked up into his eyes and he turned his head a little. She lifted up more. “What’s wrong?” she whispered. “Did you hate it?”
“No,” he hurried. “I loved it.”
But there was something in his tone. “You can tell me you know, I won’t be offended. I know I’m not the best at these things but I’m a quick learner; you could teach me. I wouldn’t mind that?”
“It’s none of that, Rosie,” he said, still avoiding her gaze.
It finally hit her what she was seeing. Guilt. The idea that he’d have such a vile reaction after something so amazing, well, she didn’t know how to feel about it. Thankfully, anger wasn’t on the list. Mostly confusion to understand why.
A thought crept in then. And the more she entertained it, the more upset it made her. Was he guilty because he … had feelings for her? Sexually? Oh God. Oh God, he’d said he’d liked it, past tense, not present. Did he still have those feelings? Oh God. Surely not, she was… she was decrepit and disgusting! Old! No, it had to be something else, something mental with him. Some curse! Yes, that’s what it was. A curse of the past still gripping his mind and body, that’s all.
But she soon couldn’t shake the image of him and a younger her, going at it and him loving it. Loving her? Oh God. God, she needed to get that out of her head. Now. Never let it back in.