Page 65 of Coming Up Roses

“You know what I mean,” I grumble, but my mouth is tugging into a smile too.

“It’s whatever we want it to be. Friends with full benefits, friends with hand jobs only, just friends. It’s up to us, and we don’t need to define everything right now. Things can evolve as we go. The most important thing is we’re open and honest with each other. I don’t want to push you into anything, and I don’t want to lose the friendship we already have.” She sighs. “Because you’re my only one here, but …” She trails off and toys with the ends of her hair.

“But?” I take a step towards her. The pull is too great and I can’t stay away. My hands land on her waist and she sucks in abreath. It makes her chest swell, her tits rising under the edge of her dress.

And just like that my dick goes hard.

“But just the thought of you touching me has me wet and so turned on I can’t think straight.”

I thought my dick was already hard, but it gets harder. The pressure in my jeans makes me want to moan, and not in a good way. “Fucking hell, Rosie,” I mutter. “You make my cock so hard I could cry.”

“I could take care of that for you.” The gleam in her eye is wicked as she slides her tongue across her bottom lip. Her hands find their way to the waistband of my jeans and after a brief pause to check if I’m going to stop her, she pops the button.

Her fingers work at the zipper, slowly dragging it down, and as that goes down, so does she.

“Wait,” I blurt and she freezes, halfway to her knees. What the hell is my mouth thinking stopping her right now? “Come here.” I pull her back to standing, cup her face in my palm and bring my lips down on hers.

She hesitates, then leans into the kiss, reaching up to slide her hands into my hair. The press of her fingertips against my scalp and the tug of my hair feels incredible.

“Don’t you want to?” Abi murmurs against my mouth.

I take a few steps backwards, skirting around the coffee table in the centre of the room and dragging Abi with me. I drop onto the couch, leaving her standing before me.

“God, yes I want to. But I don’t want it to be over in under a minute either.” I run my hands up her legs, under her skirt and grip her thighs. “Get down here.”

Abi climbs into my lap, my hands sliding to caress her gorgeous ass. My fingers brush lace and I want to make her get straight back up to get this dress off so I can see what she’s wearing underneath.

Trailing her fingers up my neck, Abi leans in to whisper in my ear. “Just do what feels good for you, sweetheart.”

I groan and pull her mouth back to mine. Our tongues brush and I lose myself in her. I know how to kiss, I’ve done that much before, so I lean into something I know I’m good at.

I drag my lips across her jaw and when she tips her head back, exposing the long column of her delicate throat I embrace the invitation. I press open mouthed kisses between her jaw and collarbone, alternating with tongue and teeth. Her breathy sounds, little moans and cries, encourage me. Surely she’s not making those noises if it’s bad.

One hand is still under her skirt, gripping the full curve of her ass and pulling her against me. My other hand is against her back, holding her steady. I drag it lower and my fingers brush the zipper of her dress.

“Yes,” Abi moans against my temple as the fabric gives. The straps slide down her arms, exposing the soft pink lace bra she’s wearing.

I don’t have enough hands for all the places I want to touch her. I want one in her hair, one holding her to me, one cupping her ass, one caressing the incredible tits now right in front of my face and one sliding between her legs to relive the last time we were together.

“Lose the dress,” I growl and Abi doesn’t hesitate, tossing the garment across the room.

I lean back against the couch and drink in the sight of her. Miles of gorgeous skin dotted with occasional freckles and a few silvery stripes near her hips. I run a finger over them.

“Stretch marks,” she murmurs.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I say in response.

“Not the dirty talk I had in mind for tonight,” she says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my mouth. “But thank you.”

“Dirty talk?”

“Mmhmm,” she hums, grinding down into my lap. “I’m very good with instructions.”

“Instructions?” I want to slap myself. Why have I suddenly lost the ability to talk?

She hums again. “Don’t overthink it, sweetheart. Trust your instincts because they’re very good.” She moans as my grip on her ass tightens. “What do you want to do with me?”

I want to do everything. Absolutely everything with this incredible woman. But I’m going to have to pace myself.

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