Page 68 of The Final Rose

I kiss her sweaty temple, my arm going around her waist. She looks edible like this, and I taste her shoulder, nipping it enough to earn a yelp from her. Then I curl my arm under her knees, lifting her.

“Now, please madam, direct me to your quarters.”

She has a three-room apartment. The sitting room and kitchen together, an open door to where I can see, is a bathroom, and another mysterious door to the left. I don’t need to be a genius to know door number two is the place to go.

“Oh, kind sir,” she starts even with her nose buried in my neck. “Can you kindly bring me to the west wing?”

I scoff. “Your English accent is rubbish.”

She swats my chest. “Hey, mate, let’s get this hm—let’s get cracking… mate.”

I’m laughing when we enter her room, and I throw her on the bed. Even though I hate her building, I really like her little apartment. It’s small but perfect for her. I can see her personality in every corner, every piece of furniture.

“You’re still dressed,” she says.

“Outrageous.” I mock joining her.

I lay on my side, supported by my elbow, as she looks up at me with glassy eyes.

“It is.”

I kiss her because she’s beautiful and because I can. Her fingers find my shirt and she undoes one button at a time. Her lips are still locked on mine, her legs circle me, changing positions. My back hits the mattress as she straddles me.

When the last button is released, Callie’s hands travel over my chest as my hands find her legs, feeling her soft skin under my palms.

She’s breathtakingly gorgeous. Her brown hair falling over her face, her body over mine, and that smile. That goddamn perfect smile, and all that wit.

I hold her in place, coming up and taking a nipple between my lips. She cries out and I take the other.

“Ride me, Callie,” I tell her.

And she’s quick to follow that instruction, too.

My fly is open and it’s not difficult for her to take my cock into her small hands. I hiss when I feel her holding me, thinking nothing can be as good as this.

Then she sinks on my cock, my groan and her moan mixing together. Her blunt nails scratch my chest, her hips working us toward pleasure. Her tits bounce in front of me and I take one in my mouth, her hand bury into my hair when I do.

She tastes like mine, she moans my name so pretty. Her pussy is perfect around my cock.

I thought I lost myself in Callie but I understand now.

I finally found myself.

It is still darkoutside and I wake up with my cock hard. Callie rubs her ass against me not realizing what she’s doing.

My fingers carve into her hips bringing her even closer. My cock slips between her thighs, her legs squeezing me hard, making my eyes roll to the back of my skull.

She’s vulnerable like this, rubbing against me in her sleep. I roll her nipple between my fingers and I swear she gasps.

I can’t take it anymore.

I bring two fingers to her clit, circling it slowly before I dip between her folds and I groan when I realize how wet she is. This woman is my dream come true. She’s perfect in every way and I can’t deny it.

My nose is buried in her neck, and I ride the high only her skin against mine can provide. It’s not enough though, it’s not even close.

“Callie, love.” I murmur.

She replies in a moan and I go back working on her clit. Her leg twitches, I chuckle and she’s finally waking up.

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