Page 108 of Coming Up Roses
“Come on,” he says when he’s finally satisfied. “Let’s get you to bed.”
“Why does that sound like you’re putting me down for a nap?” I ask, voice laced with suspicion.
He shrugs and when we step into my room I realise where he disappeared to earlier. In the corner of the room is a pile of soiled bedding and towels. He stripped the sheets off my bed and remade it with clean ones.
If I didn’t already love him, that tiny act of kindness mighthave pushed me over the edge. I don’t remember the last time someone made a bed for me.
Flynn leads me to the bed, then tugs free the towel wrapped around me and lets it drop to the floor while he pulls back the blankets and urges me in.
“You too,” I say, terrified he’s going to leave me here alone, to sleep.
“Absolutely,” he says with a smirk. He drops his towel and slides in beside me, resting his back against the headboard.
I curl in beside him, my gaze lingering on the outline of his hard cock through my sheets. God, I want it so badly.
Flynn’s fingers play with my still damp hair. “What do you want, Rosie? A nap? Or …”
“Or. Definitely or.” I push myself up from my prone position and slide into his lap, my pussy brushing against his cock as I shift into position.
Flynn stutters out a groan, his eyes slamming closed as he grits his teeth. “You’re already so wet for me.”
“That’s what happens when you tease me and don’t let me touch myself.”
“I can’t wait to be inside you again,” he whispers, breathless.
“In the drawer.” I indicate with a tilt of my head and he immediately reaches out, pulling free a condom.
I lift my ass up to give him room to roll it down his length and as soon as it’s in place, I knock his hand out of the way and position his cock.
Flynn lets out a grunt as I lower myself down on his length, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I’ll likely have bruisestomorrow. When I bottom out, my ass flush with his thighs, I lean in and capture my mouth with his.
“I love you, sweetheart,” I say against his mouth.
His eyes flash open, gaze colliding with mine. “I love you, too, Abigail,” he breathes. “So fucking much.” He glances down at where or bodies meet. “You want to do it like this?”
I nod, lifting my hips and dropping down again, watching his expression shift and change as I ride him slowly, then increasing my pace. “For now. But soon I’m going to want you to bend me over and fuck me until I can’t see straight.”
“Fuck. Like that day I had you in your office? You want to be all spread out for me?”
“Just like that,” I say. I lean in and bite down on his neck. “But this time your cock’s going to be inside me.”
“Get up, Rosie,” he growls, almost lifting me off his lap in one swift movement. His dick slips out of me and I moan at the emptiness. “Up,” he says again. “The faster you move, the faster I can be inside you again.”
I scramble off the bed, almost tumbling to the floor in my haste, but Flynn catches me, gently guiding me into place beside my bed, my feet on the floor, my hands pressed into the mattress.
He presses between my shoulder blades and I drop my torso lower, resting on my elbows. Flynn’s hand drags across my left ass cheek, then my right. He drags his fingers down my pussy, pumping two inside me once before pulling back.
I whimper, pushing my ass towards him.
“Stay still,” he says, voice taking on that husky rasp that makes me want to swoon.
I freeze, expecting he’ll place his hands on me again, but he doesn’t. The only reason I know he’s still behind me is I can hear the harsh inhale and exhale of his breath.
“Fucking gorgeous, Rosie,” he mumbles and I chance a peek over my shoulder.
He’s standing half a metre back, hand gripping his shaft but not moving as he gazes at me. His eyes flick up to meet mine as he steps forward, dragging his cock over my wet pussy before thrusting home.
Our moans are simultaneous and guttural, but after another thrust he stops.
