Page 34 of A Taste For Trouble
“Mine? What did I do?”
“You prance around half naked and turn my brain into mush,” she accused, and I let out a bitter laugh.
“I’m doing pull-ups after a full day of work because you’re driving me crazy just by being around,” I pointed out. “I can’t sleep. I can’t focus on my work…”
“…I haven’t written a word in three days,” she cried. “We can’t go on like this, Dominic. I call‘pause’.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Didn’t you say you wished we could pause our reality and give in to this madness that’s consuming us slowly? Well, I’m calling ‘pause’ now,” she said fiercely.
“Are you serious?” I asked, wiping the sweat off my neck with a small towel.
“Yes,” she whispered, and took another step towards me. “Make love to me, Dom. And help me get this out of my system. Once. Maybe twice, tops.”
“I’ve been waiting far too long to be done so soon, babe,” I murmured as I waited and let her come to me.
“We need to set a time limit, though. I don’t want anyone to know we’re…”
Her voice trailed off and her brow furrowed as she mulled over her choice of phrase.
“Fucking like bunnies?” I asked wickedly, and she scowled at me.
“Let’s just say we’re having a fling,” she said before she jumped into my arms and wound her legs around my hips as I wrapped my arms around her and took all her weight.
Before she could change her mind, I claimed her lips in a deep, wet kiss and staggered over to my study, which was closer than my bedroom. Sweetpea tried to follow us into the room, and I shut the door in his face. He protested loudly from outside, and Rosie giggled against my lips. That had to be the most enchanting sound on earth, I thought deliriously, as I set her down on my big mahogany desk.
She dragged her mouth from mine and stared around in confusion.
“Why is your desk empty?” she asked.
“Because I put everything away at the end of the day,” I explained, wondering why she was confused.
Her brow cleared, and she gave me a smile full of pity.
“Oh, you poor, miserable man,” she murmured, giving me a soft peck on the chest, right over my heart..
“I’m not miserable,” I argued.
“Well, you’re not normal if you’rethisneat,” she insisted, and I shut her up with another hard kiss.
She moaned into my mouth, and I sent my tongue into her mouth to battle hers, but she went on the offensive and sucked on my tongue, stroking it and suckling until I became desperate to have her repeat the action elsewhere.
I dragged my mouth away from hers and stared down at her for a minute. I had dreamt of this moment for years. Of making love to this woman in every position possible, even in some that were illegal in thirty-three states. She was wearing her favourite pair of pyjamas - a white Charlie Brown tee with red candy-striped trousers.
I could have wept in delight when I realised she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her full, firm breasts clung to the t-shirt lovingly, and her nipples pushed against the fabric eagerly. I spread her legs carefully and stepped between them, and she wound themaround my hips again, whimpering as she rubbed herself against my hardness.
She nipped hard at my shoulder and then licked the part she had bitten, soothing the little sting. She then licked her way all the way down to my nipple, just like she had the day she moved in here, and drew the nipple into her mouth, sucking it and nibbling at it delicately. My cock jumped against her, and she reached a hand out to stroke it firmly over my shorts.
I ripped her tee off and stroked my way up her sides until I was cupping those heavy breasts that had starred in quite a few of my dreams.
“I’ve dreamt of doing this for so long,” I murmured as I squeezed and fondled her breasts.
“Same,” she panted, as I bent and drew her nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it until her hips began to work against mine, and then, I released it only to start over with the other one. Rose began to shake against me, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. I raised my head to stare at her some more because she was even more beautiful in passion than she was in real life, which was saying something.
She looked up at me hungrily and reached for the waistband of my shorts. My cock was already straining against my shorts, begging to be touched. I shucked off my shorts and briefs and stood absolutely still as she reached out and stroked my hardness. Gently, at first, and then, once she realised it wouldn’t break, harder, her hand squeezing me even harder on the upstroke.
I allowed her to explore me for a bit before I pulled her hand away.
