“You’re early, but I worked through most of my lunch, so I can probably sneak out if you’re ready?”
“Why’d you work through lunch?” I ask as I let her go and she grabs her bag. She has her back to me when she answers but I can still hear something in her voice. Something I don’t like.
“Just didn’t really feel like eating in the breakroom.”
“Hey,” I say, taking her hand and she turns to look at me. “They giving you a hard time here?”
She shrugs one shoulder like it’s not a big deal and all my anger and frustration from earlier comes back. I can’t make them see how sweet and kind and funny she is. I can’t force them to see her through my eyes and what an amazing person they’re missing out on. But I can make damn sure that Rosabelle knows they’re wrong.
“I’m making you dinner tonight.” I take her bag and pull her against my side as we walk out. “And then you’re staying the night with me.”
“You think so, huh?” She looks up at me as she bites her lip and her confidence falters a little with her nervousness.
“I think I can tempt you into it.” As we exit the building I decide to leave the bullshit right back where I found it. Our world doesn’t include that and I won’t let it interfere with our lives.
“We’ll see,” she says and hums to herself.
“We will.” I lean down and playfully growl against her neck and she squeals in delight as we go to my truck.
“I can’t move,” Rosabelle says as I carry her to my bed and lay her down.
“That’s the idea.” I place her in the middle and then kick off my shoes.
Her hands rub over her belly as she looks up at me. “You fed me too much.”
“How did you think I was planning on getting you to stay the night?”
“You made me so full I can’t run?” she giggles. “I figured you’d just have so much sex with me that I couldn’t walk out of here.” At her admission her eyes widen and then she covers her mouth to stifle the giggle.
“That’s not a bad idea.” My hands go to the hem of my shirt and I pull it up and off of me. I toss it down on the floor and her eyes trail across my chest and down my stomach. “But not tonight.”
“Why?” Her voice is soft as her eyes meet mine, and I can see her begin to put up her guard.
I put one knee on the bed and rub my hands up her legs. “Some things don’t need to be rushed.” I don’t break eye contact as I lean down and kiss just inside her thigh above her knee.
“Maybe I want them to be rushed.” Her breath catches as I push her dress up and then grab the edge of her panties.
“What’s wrong with letting me enjoy my woman?” I play with the lacy trim around the white cotton before I dip my fingers inside to her wet warmth. “What’s so bad about me taking my time?”
“N-nothing,” she stammers. I pull her panties completely off of her, leaving her bare from the waist down.
“There’s so much of you I want to love,” I say right before I place a kiss on her soft mound.
Her legs instinctively spread as I dip two fingers inside of her and trace my tongue between her folds. When I lap over her clit, she arches her back and digs her fingers into the bed.
“Why would I want to hurry through this?” My mouth moves up and down her wet slit as my fingers push deeper into her tight channel. “I can barely get into you.” I rub my aching cock on the bed to try and get some relief, but it’s pounding with the need to replace my fingers. I ignore the pain and bury my face into her soft, warm body.
“I-I’m…” She moans loudly and raises her hips. “I’m a virgin.” Her words are rushed and I growl as I speed my fingers up.
“Ever had your pussy licked?” I say, locking eyes with her and taking one long taste up her pussy.
“No, no, never.” She shakes her head quickly and then bears down on my tongue. “Don’t stop.”
“You think I could stop, even if I wanted to?” I lick her again before I suck on her lips. “Nah, beautiful. I’m not going anywhere.”
Her body wiggles under me as I curl my fingers inside of her and then circle her clit with my tongue. She cries out my name, and God help me, I think I cum on myself when she does it. I don’t stop to think about it as her pussy clenches around my fingers and pulses as she shatters under me. Her climax hits her hard and her voice echoes through the walls of my house. I’ve never loved this place more than right this second when it’s filled with her pleasure.
“More,” I demand and don’t stop rubbing and licking. She moves her hips and kicks her legs, scratching at the sheets. But her body is under my control, and just when she can’t take any more, she climaxes again. “Beautiful,” I say as I watch her body flush and glisten with the effort.
When she’s lying limp on the bed, I stand up and take my jeans off. I go to the bathroom and grab a change of underwear because I came all over my other ones. My cock is still rock hard and as much as I want to rub it against her soft curves, I made a vow to her and to myself that I’d take my time.
When I go back out in the bedroom her eyes are closed and she hasn’t moved. I smother
