Page 83 of Coming Up Roses
By that, I assume he means leading our hook ups, the control I hand over to him to help me get out of my head. But tonight, I don’t need that.
Tonight, I just need to care for this incredible man. It’s all I want.
“Of course I want, but are you sure? You’re not exactly in a great place today.”
He snorts. “Rosie, I’m sad and miss the family I lost ten years ago, but that’s never going to stop me from wanting you.” He snags the waistband of my underwear with his thumbs and tugs them down.
I kick them off my legs, then roll towards him, pushing him onto his back as I land on top of him. “I can work with that.” I thread my fingers into his hair and am rewarded when he lets out a soft moan. “Can I turn on a light? I want to see you.”
Flynn reaches out, his arm flailing in mid-air for a moment before connecting with the bedside lamp and a moment later soft light surrounds us.
I blink a few times, waiting for my eyes to adjust, then wriggle further onto Flynn’s body until my knees land on the mattress on either side of him. I sit up, straddling his waist, and gaze down at him.
His eyes are soft on me as he trails his gaze down my body, his hair mussed against the pillow.
“Fuck, you look good in my clothes.” His hands close around my bare thighs, teasing the hem of the shirt.
“I look better without them though,” I say, and tug the shirt over my head.
Flynn lets out a low groan. “Agreed.” His hands skim over my hips, lifting to cup my breasts. His thumbs brush over my nipples and a breathy, needy moan leaves me.
His simple, soft touches have me desperate for him, heat already pooling in my belly, the ache between my legs building.
I slide my hips back so I can get at his thick, hard cock. I shove his underwear down his thighs, freeing him. I wrap my hand around his shaft, giving a few slow pumps while Flynn drops his head back and lets out a gravelly low groan.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I ask, wanting to make sure we’re on the same page with this. We haven’t had sex yet, just used hands and mouths and I don’t want to push him too far if he’s not there yet. He’ll be losing his virginity. I don’t want him to regret it because it happened on an emotional night when he wasn’t feeling himself.
“Does it count as me fucking you when you’re up there?” Flynn’s voice is breathy and broken with need.
“Sure, we can go with that,” I say, leaning forward to suck his tip into my mouth. He lets out another guttural noise, his hands finding their way to my hair and tugging me off. I pout.
“I won’t last, and I’m not blowing now if you’re offering to ride me,” he says through gritted teeth.
“That’s fair,” I say. “Do you have condoms?” I ask as I lean down and capture his mouth for a long, wandering kiss.
His arm flails about again until he hits his hand againsthis bedside table and breaks the kiss to curse. “Fuck that hurt,” he mutters, then turns his attention to the drawer, indicating the box inside.
I fish out a foil packet, rip it open and roll the condom onto him.
“Do you need anything?” he asks, pushing up onto his elbows. “A warmup round?”
I grin at him. One of the best parts of being with Flynn is how fun it is, even when we’re in the middle of a super hot hookup, it’s still fun. He’s constantly making me crack up laughing, even on the brink of orgasm.
“See for yourself,” I say, rising up onto my knees.
Flynn drags his hands across my body again, sending shivers and goosebumps spreading from every place he touches. He cups my pussy and slides a finger inside me.
“So wet,” he says, voice filled with bliss. “I assume this means you’re good?”
I grind down on his palm and he groans.
“Very, very, very good. Now, let me at your dick.”
He chuckles, the sound warm and soft and landing right in the middle of my chest.
I move up his body again, then ever so slowly sink down onto him.
“Oh holy Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker. Oh, god.”
