Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

And I’ve never craved that pleasurable sort of pain. But I’m ready to try it.

I’m ready to try anything with this man.

Emboldened by the hard dick he’s gripping in his hand, I spread my legs. “I want you to take me raw.”

FIFTY-EIGHT

NATE

I grip my dick tighter.

Take me raw.

Hearing her quiet voice saying those words…

Precum drips from my tip.

After letting my dick go, I plant my hands on the mattress and crawl up the bed between Rosie’s spread thighs.

She reaches for me. And the feeling of her hands on my bare chest sends a burst of electricity through my body.

“My Rosie.” I brace my weight on one hand, next to her head.

She slides her hands up and over my shoulders.

Her fingernails dig into my skin, like she’s bracing herself.

I use my thighs to push her legs wider.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” I reach between us with my free hand. “Tell me if you need me to stop.” I slide my hand up my length until I’m fisting my tip against her entrance and I can reach her clit with my thumb.

I start to rub.

Rosie’s eyes widen, and she digs her fingers harder into my shoulders.

She’s so fuckingready for me.

So ripe for my touch.

I drag my cock up her slit and rub the head against her clit, replacing my thumb.

“Nathan,” she pants.

I lean closer, putting my lips just against hers. “Let go, Beautiful. I’m not going to fuck you until you let go.”

I add my thumb back, making quick circles around her bud.

It’s only been a minute.

Only a fucking moment.

But she’s there.

I can feel it.

I lower my mouth to her ear. “Come for me, Little Rose. Come, and I’ll give you what you want.”

I bite down on her earlobe and press my thumb on her clit while shifting my dick back to her entrance. And her back arches.