Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

Lips move against mine.

Warm, demanding lips, that I’m starting to know, are claiming my own.

Pressure builds in my core and in my eyes.

It’s too sweet.

Nathan’s kisses are too sweet.

They promise too much.

A tear drips down the side of my face as I open my mouth and swipe my tongue across his lips.

Nathan groans.

His hips move faster.

His tongue pushes into my mouth.

And he’s all I can feel.

He’s all I know.

“Say my name.” He breaks the kiss to growl his demand. “Say my name when you come.”

Fingers strum my clit.

His chest hair rubs against my pebbled nipples.

His cock drags against that spot inside me.

And I’m there again.

Sensations and emotions overtake me.

And my body implodes.

SIXTY

NATE

Rosie’s pussy clamps down around my length.

“Nathan!” Her cry is hoarse.

Her voice cracks on my name.

And I feel the first pulse of my own release shoot deep inside her channel.

I jerk my hand away from her clit and grip my cock as I pull out of her heat and keep coming.

Her hands slip from my hair, and I push myself up on my free hand so I can jerk off onto her sweet body like I promised.

A rope of release splatters across her belly.

Another across her tits.

But then I aim back down to her perfect little pussy.