Page 39 of Rocky

Our eyes locked momentarily, and then I watched as his traveled the length of my body and back up again.

“You’re easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you.”

“I always wrap up and get tested every three to six months. I’m good.”

Shit! I haven’t thought once about protection.

“I tested every three months for a year after I broke up with Deacon, and I haven’t been with anyone since him.”

“I want to feel all of you with no barriers between us.”

“I’m not on birth?—”

“No barriers, Rue.”

“Okay,” I agreed quickly without thinking about the consequences.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Flowers.”

He smiled. “Why doesn’t that surprise me? If at any moment you feel unsafe, I want you to say flowers.” I nodded. “Let me hear you say it.”

“If I feel unsafe, I’ll say flowers.”

I accepted his extended hand and allowed him to gently tug me toward him. When our bodies connected, so did our lips. I ignored the discomfort in my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Our tongues weaved in, out, and around each other’s mouths. Rocky was about a foot taller than me, so I could feel his manhood stiffening against my stomach. His hands slid down my back to my ass and he cupped it, pressing me against his erection even more.

“Mmm,” I moaned into his mouth.

“Let’s shower before I have my way with you on this bathroom floor.”

I wanted to tell him I wouldn’t object, but I followed his lead. Once inside the shower's glass doors, we were surrounded by steam. He sat on the bench and pulled me onto his lap, bridal style.

I would have preferred to straddle him, but I had to remind myself how long it had been since a man had entered these walls, and that man’s dick was half the size of the one beneath me.

Our lips reconnected, and he cupped one of my breasts, flicking my nipple with his thumb. My pussy moistened as he alternated teasing one nipple before giving the other some attention, then repeating it until I was squirming on his lap.

He released my breast and slipped his hand between my legs. When he found my pot of gold, it welcomed him with an abundance of juice.

“Damn, baby,” he mumbled against my lips when his fingers easily slipped into my hole.

I opened my legs as wide as I could, wanting him to have as much access as possible. His thumb pressed against my clit and moved in a circular motion while his fingers dipped in and out of me.

“Mmm.”

I masturbated regularly and could bring myself to a climax in record time. However, with Deacon, I always struggled to get mine before he got his. It didn’t matter if he used his tongue, fingers, or dick. Even with my lack of experience, I often wondered if it was me or his lack of ability.

Rocky played with my pussy as if it was a full-time job and he had no other duties for the day. He massaged my pussy with just the right amount of pressure, while his fingers dipped in and out at just the right speed.

All the while, he kissed me with more passion than I ever thought was possible, sucking my lips and tongue at just the right moment. I doubt he was surprised when my pussy contracted around his fingers and covered his hand with my nectar.

“Yeah, baby. Let that shit go. I can’t wait to be inside you and feel that pussy percolate on my dick just like this.”

As I came down from my high, he softly kissed my shoulders, neck, and cheeks. When my breathing leveled out, we stood under the stream of water and bathed in silence.

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