Page 60 of Bedding Rose
I let her wind herself up until her hips are rolling against me in an effort to find some relief. That’s when I gently lower her to the ground and take a step back.
I love the outraged look on her face, as if I’m depriving her of her just dues. Smirking, I sit down on the corner bench and command, “Get naked. And then get up here and sit on your throne, lil reina.”
When I point to my lips, her eyes flash wide for a moment, scandalized, before something heavier enters her gaze. Then she eagerly bends down and strips off those skintight jeans. God, I could watch her body every damn day and never get tired of it. She’s the manifestation of every wet dream I’ve ever had.
I love that she doesn’t let go of her rose, even when she’s naked. She has a death grip on that stem as if it’s precious. She’s precious.
She scrambles onto my lap, bracing her feet on the edges of the bench I’m sitting on before she slides up my body and leans into the corner above me, bracing her hands on either wall. I give myself a moment to inhale the naughty scent of her arousal, to glance over at the dressing room mirror and see her ass poised and waiting, back arched.
The sight is so hot that I reach down and stroke my dick through my pants.
So is the sight of her smooth slit, lips pouting and ready for me. I keep touching myself as I lean forward and lick slowly over her opening, priming and teasing her. I alternate soft swipes of my tongue with warm bellows of breath against her until she’s whimpering, begging me, using that phrase I can’t get enough of. “I’m yours.” Damn straight—she’s all mine.
I keep a slow and steady pace even when one of her hands lowers to the back of my head, trying to force me deeper. When her hips begin to cant upward temptingly, I let my tongue snap out against her clit, tapping it until she’s moaning, her fingernails loudly scratching down the side of the dressing room. All my thoughts go up in smoke as my goddess finds her release on my mouth and I kiss her clit as she smashes my head back into the corner. I keep on kissing until she’s shuddering and pulling away.
A little rush of pride fills me as I carefully lower her to the ground, well aware that her limbs can’t hold her up right now and of the fact that I was able to melt her mind. She gives me a lust-drunk grin that I can’t help but return because that look on her face squeezes my heart in a grip tighter than I’ve ever known before.
After she regains her balance, I move to shuck my pants and boxers.
And that’s when we hear someone enter the dressing room.
I pause with a condom packet from my pocket in hand as Rose’s entire body stiffens like a startled deer.
Fuck that bitch who just walked in here,I think bitterly, eyes falling to where my girl’s tempting pussy is shining so pretty and pink, primed and ready for me.
When Rose turns toward me and grabs the condom packet from my hand, I take it as my signal that playtime’s over. But when she uses her teeth to rip it open, and kneels in front of me to roll it down slowly and silently with her mouth—fuck, it takes everything I have not to bust my nut right then and there.
My girl is being naughty.
Her eyes are sparkling with mischief as she slowly stands and moves to straddle me. When she sinks down onto my shaft, the tight, hot squeeze of her makes my breath catch. But we can’t be loud.
Fuck. We’ve done it with people nearby before. But never at this level. Right now the chance of getting caught is very, very real. Somehow, that makes my blood rush faster, adrenaline weaving together with lust.
The sounds of a woman changing in a stall nearby, the thud of her shoes hitting the floor as she kicks them off, travel clearly through the fitting rooms.
Rose and I share a long, desperate look. So close. We’re so close. Can we get away with it?
We’re about to find out.
Since we can’t be loud, we’ll have to be slow. Deliberate. My hands glide up and down Rose’s sides, memorizing the shape of her, cupping her breasts, gently squeezing as I make my dick flex slightly inside of her, tapping that special little spot up front.
Her look of astonishment and accompanying little gasp are worth it, especially when I get to give her a scolding look and put a finger to my lips.
That pisses my girl off and she grinds against me in retaliation. The urge to clamp my fingers down on her hips and fuck up into her is so strong that I have to drop my hands from her breasts and squeeze the bench I’m sitting on so that I don’t give in.
The next ten minutes become a solid test of our patience and will as each of us constantly tests the other’s mettle, daring them to be the first to give us away—all while some innocent woman hums and tries on sweaters nearby.
I lap at Rose’s nipples until she gasps. She gets back at me by leaning to one side so she can gently cup my balls, rubbing the center just the way she knows I like. The stripes of pleasure she creates make me thrust up a few times, until I come to my senses and realize the wet sound of sex is going to be overheard.
So I yank her hand away only to reach up and grab onto her hair, wrapping some of those dark curls around my wrist and tugging. I double the ante by leaning forward to suck on her sensitive neck, a move that leaves her moaning and then swatting at me.
When she starts to ride me slow and steady, I swear the sight of my dick sliding in and out of her nearly does it.
God, how long does it take to fucking try on some clothes? Go away, already, bitch! I want to fuck my woman.
Rose and I start to sloppily make out, both of us impatient, the tease having gone on long enough.
The sound of a fitting room door smashing carelessly open, and the retreating hum of the unknown shopper is like the green flag at the start of a race.
