Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

“We don’t have to…” Rosie’s voice is breathy.

She stayed quiet while I shaved her, but the way she’s almost panting is giving her away.

She liked that as much as I did.

“Tell me what to do with it.” I change my question to a demand, and I start to unscrew the lid.

Rosie takes it from my hands, holding it farther away from the spray as she takes off the top.

The substance inside is pink, and she scoops out a small amount, maybe the size of a small grape, then replaces the lid.

“It’s a scrub. To keep things smooth after shaving.” She squashes the scrub between her fingers, then holds it out to me.

I take it from her.

I’ve used scrubs on my face before, when I had photo shoots, so I’m familiar with the idea.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” I tell her with a smirk, then I grip her around the waist with my empty hand and haul her so her back is to my front.

My hard cock nestles against her ass, and she arches into me.

Then I reach around to her front with my other hand and gently rub the scrub over her folds.

I spread my fingers, my pointer finger on one side of her pussy, my ring finger on the other, then I stroke up and down.

The scrub starts to dissolve under my touch, working into her skin, leaving a smooth coating behind.

Against me, I can feel Rosie’s chest rising and falling as her heartbeat increases.

That’s when I add pressure to my middle finger. Dragging it through her wetness, up to her clit.

“This is the first one,” I say against Rosie’s ear. “I want at least two.”

“First?”

I answer her question by flattening all my fingers over her pearl of nerves and rubbing in a circle.

“Oh. Oh god.” She clutches at my arm banded around her waist.

“You can be quick this time, Pretty Rosie.” I let my teeth graze thebottom of her ear as I rock my hips against her. “But I’m dragging the next one out.”

Her fingers dig into me. “I-I can’t stand up.”

I tighten my hold on her. “I won’t let you fall.” I dip my fingers inside her, then focus back on her clit. “Now be my good little girlfriend and come.”

ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-SIX

ROSALYN

My core pulses and my knees shake as I come apart on Nathan’s fingers.

It’s so intense that I close my eyes and let him take my weight, because if it wasn’t for his arm around me, I’d collapse to the tile floor.

“That’s fucking it.” Nathan’s groan is loud against my back, and he rocks his hips against me.

He pulls his hand free from my pussy, and a moment later, the water is off.

My eyes fly open when I’m suddenly airborne, in Nathan’s arms, bridal style, like when he carried me to his office.