Page 39 of Rogue

Wowdoesn’t even begin to describe the woman lying next to me, breathing evenly in sleep. I can’t remember the last time I was with a woman and everything else just disappeared. I don’t think it’s happened since Angel, but my memories of her aren’t as fresh as I’d sometimes like them to be. It definitely happened with Melody. Twice now. On that night we spent on the beach and just now, as she came for me, not once but four times.

I brush my fingers down her back because I’m ready for the fifth. She moves and slowly opens her eyes, fixing me with her brilliant blue eyes, as vast as the horizon over the ocean at twilight, and just as deep.

“Did you get a good rest?” I ask.

She smiles coyly, making my cock twitch and start throbbing just as hard as it did down in the barroom when she first looked at me this way.

“How long did I sleep for?” she asks, moving so her head is resting against my chest, her soft, naked body pressed into my side.

Her long hair is the texture of silk running through my fingers, but not as soft as her skin.

“About an hour,” I’d say.

“That was generous of you, letting me sleep that long,” she says, running her hand down my stomach, but stopping just short of my throbbing cock.

“Anything to get you ready for more,” I tell her. “I’ve been lying here, counting the minutes and an hour’s the best I could do.”

She lifts her head and cocks it at me. “Then I better make it worth the wait.”

Then she finally slides her silky fingers down my shaft, using just the perfect amount of grip as she strokes it up and down. It takes a lot not to just come for her right away. Only the thought of her coming again and again with my cock buried deep inside her is keeping it from happening.

I run my hand down her back and squeeze her butt cheek. “Come on, gorgeous, get on top. Unless you’ve already had too much.”

She winks at me. “Almost too much. But not quite.”

Then she rises up to her knees and swings one leg over my hips.

Then she moans sweetly, like the first birds singing in the morning, as she lowers herself onto my cock, inch by slow inch. I very nearly lose it then too. But how can I leave this beauty unsatisfied? That can’t ever happen.

She braces her hands against my chest as she slides up and down on my cock, her moans growing louder, her breathing faster.

The look on her face is pure bliss, completely unburdened by whatever it is that seems to darken it all the rest of the time. I wouldn’t even notice that if it weren’t for right now.

But I’ve come to the edge of my self-control. I need her to come for me again. I need to look into her gorgeous eyes as she does.

She yelps as I lift with her in my lap and lay her on the bed, burying my cock deep inside her as I bury her under me.

Her nails are leaving welts in my back as I pound into her, faster and faster, looking deep into her eyes preventing her from closing them.

But she does close them as she comes, throwing her head back and exhaling from somewhere very deep down, as though she’s letting out a breath she’s been holding for months, possibly years.

Her pussy is clenched so tight around my cock that there’s no hope of holding back any longer.

I kiss her just as I come too stilling her shudders, but not her moans.

I continue kissing her even after we’re both spent. Because she’s the best lay I’ve ever had and the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. And because I don’t know how I’ve gone this long without her kisses. Now that I have her, I’m never letting her go.

“How about that dinner I promised you now?” I ask once I finally roll away from her to catch my breath.

She turns on her side, her eyes very sad. “You didn’t promise me dinner.”

“In my head I did,” I say and chuckle. “I even had a table all lined up for us at the best Italian restaurant in town.”

She runs her fingers down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in her wake. “Then I went and ruined it all, did I?”

She sounds kinda sad for some reason. Probably just the tiredness.

“Now, I wouldn’t exactly say that,” I say, grinning wider, which makes her smile too.