Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

I curl my tongue into her. Fucking her with my mouth.

She’s writhing. Moving and moaning. And I need to make her come again so I can leave her boneless and resting.

But knowing she’s sensitive, I give her clit a break.

Just for the moment.

Licking at her slit, I bring one hand up and trace my finger over her seam.

Rosie reacts by squeezing my head harder between her thighs.

I feel precum drip from my tip.

I want to have every part of her.

I trail my finger down.

I want to have every hole.

I circle her tight rear entrance.

I want to consume this woman.

Rosie lifts her hips toward my mouth.

I want to own her.

Because she already owns me.

“Nathan.”

Hearing her pant my name is like a shot of adrenaline to my nuts.

I press my finger just a little bit more, then I pull it away.

Rosie curses. And I shut her up by clamping my lips back on her clit.

Her curse turns into a moan.

And I lower my hand back down to my aching dick.

NINETY-FOUR

ROSALYN

He’s too good at this.

The teasing.

The touching.

All my muscles tense and flex.

As he laps at me, I roll my head side to side.

I’ve never had a man go down on me like this. And never had one try to make me come twice in a row with his mouth.

His exhale is hot against my blazing skin.