Page 32 of Rose and the Grouch Next Door
He’s finished undressing, and his cock is standing hard and ready. Wanting to taste him, I sit up, grasping his length and giving it a slow, long lick, one hand cradling his balls.
He threads his fingers through my hair, allowing me to take him deep several times before he gently pushes me back onto the bed.
“Not tonight, little girl,” he growls. “I have a lot planned for us, and I refuse to come anywhere but in your hot, tight pussy.”
“Take your panties off,” he commands as he fists himself, stroking and watching as I slowly remove my lace bra and panties.
He steps back for a moment, drawing in a deep breath as if he’s fighting to maintain control.
Then, he’s diving between my thighs, grasping them in his strong hands to allow him better access for a kiss that's anything but innocent.
His lips are hot and urgent, his tongue licking up my seam, finding the source of my pleasure, and lapping my wetness as if he can't get enough. His hands wander up my waist, cupping my breasts and pinching the tight buds, sending little sparks of pleasure shooting through me.
He's so experienced, so in tune with my body. He knows every button to push, every spot to make me moan.
"Braxton," I gasp, arching my back upwards, "I... I can't..."
He smirks, that devilish grin I'm quickly learning to love. "I know, baby girl. Just let go," he whispers, and with those words, I do. I shatter with a cry of pleasure.
He turns me over while I’m still panting with my earth shattering climax.
“On your knees, baby,” he growls, grasping my hips, allowing the tip of his cock to barely penetrate me, teasing me.
"Please ...," I gasp, not knowing if I’m begging him to stop or begging him to fuck me into oblivion, so delirious with pleasure that I can’t form a coherent thought.
“Come with me, Rose. I need to feel you come on my cock." With those words, he thrusts, driving into me with a possessivepassion so forceful I can only bury my head into the sheets and hold on as he stretches me and uses me for his pleasure.
I feel my core tighten as another wave of an orgasm roll out over me, shocking me with its intensity.
Braxton sits back on his heels, bringing me with him, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pistons himself in and out seeking his release.
Just as I sense another climax peaking, I feel him come with a roar. “Rose, damnit, little girl, every time is so fucking good.” He’s moaning and panting, resting his head on my shoulder.
We collapse onto the bed, both of us breathless.
I snuggle closer to Braxton as we bask in the afterglow. The soft sea breeze drifts through the balcony doors, carrying the faint sounds of our wedding guests still celebrating on the rooftop.
"Well," I say, tracing lazy circles on his chest, "I reckon that was quite the way to start our honeymoon."
He chuckles, the rumble vibrating against my cheek. "You can say that again. Though I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that we're going to be parents."
I prop myself up on one elbow, gazing into his eyes. "Are you happy about it? I know it's soon, but… "
"Happy?" He cups my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. "I'm over the moon, baby girl. You've given me everything I never knew I wanted."
My eyes well with tears.
Barnacles. That’s been happening all day.
Dang hormones.
"Well, I guess we have Honeybun to thank for that. If he hadn't decided to go for a dip that day..."
Braxton's fingers tangle in my hair, gently tilting my face up to his. "Luckiest day of my life, Mrs. Barrows."
As his lips meet mine, I melt into the kiss, feeling like the luckiest girl in all of Sea Shanty Cove–no, in all of Mississippi.
But that's the magic of our little slice of paradise.
The End.
