Page 27 of Ruthless Roses

We slam the door without any further word.

“Jon, I need you,” I moan, feeling feverish.

Salvatore is no less starved than I am. He walks me backward and strips me of my clothes—my dress, my bra, my panties, each article of clothing is torn away with expert precision and speed. All as I attempt to do the same to him and only half succeed in my tipsy, dizzied state of desire.

My whole body bows, my spine a deep arch, as he shoves my legs open and buries his face in my pussy.

It’s like coming alive again, like being reborn.

I can only stare at the high, vaulted ceiling as spots appear before my eyes and a fast onslaught of pleasure slams into me.

Only a few flicks of his tongue, a few loving, passionate strokes, and I’m already so close.

“OH! Jon, yessss… oh please! More!” I cry out, my knees bending and feet leaving the bed.

Salvatore more than obliges. I’m finally able to tear my gaze away from the ceiling in time to see the unholy, outright beastly way he’s looking at me. From between my wide-parted thighs, he peers up at me with an intensity in his blue-green eyes that takes my breath away.

My pussy spasms. She’s so sensitive, so underfed after weeks untouched.

I can feel it coming. My orgasm building.

I squeeze shut my eyes and prep myself to ride the wave. The delicious pleasure that’ll leave me in chemical bliss.

It rises, rises still, rises so high I’m sure it’s coming. I’m sure it’s about to—

I freeze. My body goes still, and my lungs lose air. My eyes pop open and I’m hit with a sensation I’ve never experienced in a moment like this with Salvatore.

Confusion.

It’s gone.

My orgasm is gone. It fades out as quickly as it’d started coming on. The throbbing, the heat, the flushed, pleasurable feelings are no more.

Instead, I feel numb and disconnected.

The muddled state of my mind begins creeping in.

Salvatore senses something is off almost as soon as I realize there is. He pulls back onto his haunches and checks on me.

“Phi… something wrong?” he pants, my pussy juices glistening on his beard.

I can’t even explain. I drop my head to the pillow and stare up at the ceiling. “It was right there. My orgasm. Then it… it left me.”

“It’s alright. Maybe you need more stimulation. We can explore,” he says, climbing up my body. He presses his lips to mine in a deep kiss, and I know what he’s doing.

He understands me and how to get me there—or at least he’s trying. Lots of deep kisses and touches have always been what arouses me.

I shut out the confusion and try to tune into the moment once more. Our kisses, caresses, rocking against each other as our limbs curl and lock together.

Salvatore’s heavy erection presses into me. I stroke him and gyrate my hips, drawing choked groans from him. We play this foreplay game for a while—rocking and stroking, kissing and kneading, and feeling his naked flesh on mine.

Eventually, we can’t take it anymore. Salvatore positions himself at my entrance and checks on me again. We’ve used some lube for extra slip in case I have a difficult time taking him after so long.

He kisses me and nuzzles my neck, telling me how sexy and beautiful I am.

I’m reminded of our first time so many years ago. The same intense flutter of nerves quake through me.

Palming my hand to his cheek, I look him in the eye. “I want to feel you, Jon. No more waiting. Right now.”

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