Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

He drags his tongue down my whole length again, down tothat spot, and my eyes fly open.

No one has ever paid this much attention to my ass. I’ve never even considered allowing anyone to. But all this teasing…

Movement catches my attention, and that’s when I see it.

Our reflection.

I open my eyes wider, to soak in the details.

And my breath catches.

Watching Nathan jerk off standing next to the bed was one thing, but this.

My mouth opens so I can pull inmore air.

The tall mirror in the corner of the room is angled toward us, and the view…

I let go of Nathan’s hair to grab my breasts again.

Nathan is kneeling on the bed, bent over, one arm supporting his weight, with his mouth on my pussy and his other hand stroking his cock.

The hottest man I’ve ever met is jerking off while eating me out.

I want him to fuck me.

I want to feel him stretching me.

But more than anything, I want to watch him come undone.

Keeping my feet on his back, I stop squeezing his head with my knees and lower them apart.

In the reflection, I can see Nathan shift so he can look at me.

I keep watching the mirror. “I want you to come on me.”

Nathan’s tongue pauses against me. And I watch his hand stop too.

I shake my head. “Keep going. Please. Keep going.”

NINETY-FIVE

NATE

I groan into her sweet pussy.

“I want to feel you come on me again.” Her voice is husky with lust. “It felt so good.”

I squeeze my fingers tighter around my dick as I start to stroke myself again.

Rosie’s dirty talk is so fucking hot I’m ready to blow.

“It was so warm.” She moans. “I like you marking me.”

I was already planning on getting myself off—without fucking her. She needs to recover more before I do that. But to hear her ask for it… To want it…

She rolls her hips beneath my mouth.

“I’m so close. Nathan.”