Page 58 of Follow Your Bliss

She pressed a button on the side of the toy, and thebrrringvibration filled the room.

Languorously running the tip of it along her body in long strokes, she sighed and laid it against her core. For a while, she ran it in circles around her clit. Her soft cries and breaths made my own breathing ragged. Then her gasps exhaled in a series of “ohs” that got louder then stopped altogether as her foot on my shoulder sagged—did she come already? Oh shit, maybe that was just the first, because now she was slipping the whole length of it inside of her, the side projections against her clit. Good god. She sighed in satisfaction and slipped her hand inside her dress, grasping her breast. Under the fabric, her fingers teased her nipple. AndChrist, she rocked her hips.

It was the most thrilling, most erotic experience of my life. Watching her squirm. Watching her pleasure herself. Drunk on her unbearably seductive sighs. Her foot on my shoulder flexed and moved as she jockeyed for a better position, lifting and bucking her hips. My hips shifted back and forth on their own, and I shut my eyes, forcing my body to be still. I shouldn’t be watching this.

Her soft sighs got louder, and her foot pushed harder against my shoulder. “Oh,Jason,” she moaned, and my eyes flared open. Thoughts of me were driving her?

“Rose, baby, you’re so fucking hot. Oh my God, so fucking hot.” I pulled at my bonds, unable to take my eyes away from her. From between her legs, from her hand inside her dress, from her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed, and she tossed her long curls against the bed. Hotter, her body more luscious than I ever could’ve imagined.

With the vibrator plunged fully inside her, she moved it around in circles. Moaning louder, gasping my name. She was close, and I couldn’t stand it.

My right hand broke the cuff and dove inside my shorts, fisted my erection. Her eyes fluttered open, and her gaze landed between my legs.

“God yes, fuck yourself. I want to watch you.”

I didn’t take my eyes off her as I did what she asked, what I couldn’t stop myself from doing. The slippery smacking of her body around the vibrator filled the room, and a trail of her wetness slipped down her ass. The smell of her body was a drug. She went at herself harder, faster, moaning, her whole body tensing up, her eyes never moving from where my hand worked frantically in my shorts. She cried out my name over and over, and when I saw her body contracting, I came in my shorts with her name in my mouth.

I didn’t know if it was physical or psychological, but the waiting had made my release so strong. Like fireworks. And oh fuck, it was amazing.

She lay there panting for a minute, eyes closed, knees falling together. I breathed hard, heart hammering. I’d been hit by a hurricane. Breathtaking, sexy Hurricane Rose.

Her laugh was easy and breathless. “Sorry I made you masturbate.”

I laughed, laid my head back. “Sorry I broke your handcuffs.” I was still reeling. My hand rested inside my shorts, covered with my spend.

She sat up and kissed my lips, kissed along my jaw. “I like it when you call me baby,” she murmured. Then, “I’m taking a shower.” She held the key up between our faces then set it on my thigh. She had the audacity to wink at me before flouncing off to the bathroom.

I undid the broken cuffs with trembling hands. She swept into my life from out of the blue, and now she was all I could think about. Was I just indulging my high school daydreams, or was Rose Guidry my…girlfriend?

But did she only want sex? I didn’t want her to only want sex. I wanted more from her than that. I wanted everything. And there it was—the only thing that held me back from making love to Rose. If I did, I might fallin lovewith her. God, I wanted that. But did she?

I grabbed a change of clothes and went to the half bath to clean up. Besides sex, what could I do to show Rose how she made me feel?

She was affectionate. She always built me up with words. She literally cried when I helped her unpack and made her that table. That, and how she was always doing little things for me, like throwing the towels into the wash before I could get to them, or leaving her old mini fridge stocked with cold water in my shop because she noticed I didn’t have one. I smiled to myself. She’d left colorful Post-it notes all over my walls and tools with things like “ satisfy your thirst(y fans)” and “getting warmer, getting colder” in her adorable, messy handwriting to hint at the new addition. I still hadn’t taken a single one down.

So I could indulge my affectionate nature with her, do more thoughtful things for her, and…I grinned to myself. I could help her finish her bucket list. That’d definitely put that cute, open-mouthed surprise on her face. I could almost hear her touchedaww.

But she was still going to want to have sex.

I set my hands on the counter and stared at myself in the mirror. Fuck, what a risk. The glue wasn’t even dry from the last time I had to put my heart back together. But if I made love to her, and we fell in love…goddamn, what a reward.

Chapter 10

Holy Smokes

Rose

I woke up alone and disappointed that Jason hadn’t come to sleep beside me last night.

I cycled through the New Orleans news outlets. We couldn’t leave until after his meeting tomorrow at earliest anyway, but the interstate was still closed and the power back home was still down. Poor Jason must be a nervous wreck this morning. I smiled big. Or maybe I helped him relax last night.

I sat up, stretched my back. The condo was quiet. Maybe he didn’t come to bed because he regretted what we did last night. I bit my lip and pulled my knees under my chin, stretching my Deck Daddy T-shirt down over my legs till it covered my feet. Maybe I’d talked him into going too far. Although I wasn’texactlyresponsible. I grinned. The whole thing had been so erotic, the dark look in his eyes as he watched me.

I didn’t regret last night, but I might if he was weird about it. Or, shit. If he apologized and distanced himself from me, I’d have to find another place to live. I rubbed my face and took a deep breath. If that’s the case, I’ll kick my own ass.

I blew a breath out. Only one way to see if we were cool or if things would be awkward.

I walked out into the living room in my T-shirt and panties to find him already at his laptop at the kitchen counter.

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