“I’ve decided, I’m putting my foot down,” he mumbles. “Not letting you out of my sight again.”
“Hmm.” I sigh against the bare skin of his neck and don’t miss the way he shivers. “Might be a challenge. What about when you’re at work or if I need to pee?”
“Too bad, sweetheart. No more walls between us. No more time apart. We’re just gonna have to be one of those weird couples that pees in front of each other and showers with the door open.” He announces the words to my skin before moving his head between my breasts. “In fact, I’m gonna stay right here, forever and always with my two best friends.”
I roll my eyes at his description of my body parts.
“Not sure that’s practical.” I stroke his hair and marvel at how stupid soft it is. He must use some incredible conditioner.
He tips up his chin until he’s staring at me with those hazel eyes that make my breath catch.
“Today scared the shit out of me,” he says seriously.
For once, there’s no teasing in his expression, no playing around.
“Me too.” My voice comes out quieter than I intend, barely more than a whisper.
“I don’t know how to make it better.” He clings to me and I soak into the heat of his body.
“You being here is helping,” I admit. I thought I wanted to be alone, but it’s better with him here. Stops my mind from spinning too fast.
“We can just snuggle,” Roscoe says. Then he hesitates, his eyes flicking to mine and away again like he’s not sure I’ll want to hear what he has to say next.
“What?”
“Unless... you need to get out of your head for a bit? A distraction.” His eyes are crazy intense as they gaze into mine. “I’m good at distractions. What do you say, sweetheart? Can I help you out?”
He presses a single kiss to my neck and then pauses before peppering little butterfly kisses along my jaw until he reaches my lips. There, he kisses me gently, just once at the corner of my mouth. Then he pulls back to peer into my eyes again.
It takes a moment for me to understand he’s waiting for my consent. I’m lost in the look on his face.
Eager.
Intense.
Caring.
I nod. Yes, this is exactly what I need. I need to lose myself in Roscoe and forget that today ever happened.
“You sure, honey?”
I nod again and pull his face toward me, kissing him hard. I want his mouth on mine. I want to feel him close, for him to help me forget this entire nightmare of a day.
“Fuck, yes.”
He kisses me again. This time it’s slow, his tongue licking the seam of my lips until I open for him and the kiss turns into something hot and desperate. It’s like he’s trying to purge all the mixed emotions of today into one kiss and I match his intensity. I’m doing the same thing until we’re nipping and sucking and I’m practically dry humping his leg from beneath his taut body.
When Roscoe finally pulls away, my lips are puffy and swollen. He smirks down at me, looking sexy as fuck before darting down again and burying his face in my neck. He then sits up on his heels and tears his clothes off in a frenzy until he’s fantastically naked. Gorgeous.
Just like our first time together, it’s like he can’t get enough of me. He’s a kid in a candy store running from aisle to aisle,picking up everything he can get his greedy hands on and gorging on it.
First it’s my breasts, where he pulls Dante’s t-shirt out of the way and sucks on my nipples, one then the other, letting out a pained groan as he does. He moves down my body, kissing and licking every spot he can find until he reaches my denim-covered pussy.
I unbutton and shimmy my jeans and my slick underwear off in one movement. As soon as I’m laid bare, he spreads my legs wide and laps and sucks at my clit. I groan helplessly, fisting the long strands of his hair. As I tug at the length of his hair, he moans and buries himself further between my legs like a starving man. He pushes one finger into my slick core and continues to lap at my clit, fucking his finger into me.
It takes barely a minute before he sucks my clit into his mouth and a surge of pleasure goes through me.
“My turn,” I say, tugging on his hair. “You wanted me distracted, right?”