She moved over me until we were face-to-face before leaning in for a slow kiss.
Her nose grazed my cheek, and I shivered, but not for a good reason. “Your nose is freezing.” I grabbed her under the arms and pulled her up until I could tuck her under my quilt. I rolled, so I was lying over her. “Better?”
She nodded, tucking her hands into the waistband of my boxers at my lower back.
“Fuck.” I hissed as her ice-block hands found bare skin. “How are you this cold? It’s barely below zero out.”
She wiggled further under the blankets. “Twelve hours ago, I was surrounded by palm trees. Besides, isn’t it your job to keep me warm?” She raised an eyebrow at me.
At some point since we’d arrived, she’d pulled her hair into a braid down her back and washed all her makeup off. She still had what I assumed were fake eyelashes, but without all the rest of it, I could see a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. On a whim, I kissed them, then her lips, then back to her nose again.
She laughed. “Are you getting sappy on me, husband?”
My dick gave an Olympic gold level jump at the wordhusband.
She smirked, having felt it against her stomach. “You like when I call youhusband?” She moved to hook one of her heels around each of my calves.
“Apparently, I do,” I ground my hips between her spread thighs so she could feel how true that was. Our marriage may not be real, but the more time we spent together, the more I wanted to fill the role. With that in mind, I tucked the sheet and quilt up under her chin and slid down the bed until I was fully under the blankets.
It was warm under the covers, and I could smell her skin. I slid her shirt up past the waistband of her shorts, so a little strip of skin showed, and kissed her from one hip to the other.
She giggled; a sound I had never heard her make. “What are you doing?”
I flipped the blanket back so I could see her face. “Taking care of my wife. Unless you don’t want me to?”
She grabbed the blanket and pulled it back over my face.
With that green light lit, I got to work learning every curve and freckle. I slowly worked her top closer to her collar bones, teasing and tasting as I went. She was like fucking candy. Sweet and delicious. She writhed under me, sometimes complaining that my beard tickled, other times her complaints were more like moans.
Her breath caught as I finally moved her shirt up over her breasts and slid my tongue over first one, then the other. I slid my hand over one and gave the other all of my attention as I sucked and licked. Her back arched under the attention, and her hands wove their way into my hair. The way her body responded to my touch was mutual and my dick ached for friction.
I wanted to learn to play her body. I wanted to leave her wrecked and panting for more. Call it ego, call it pride, but shehad dated some very high rollers and famous, beautiful people. All I had to offer was me. Callused hands, a modest income, and a collection of worn and faded jeans. I couldn’t wine and dine her. I knew nothing of the world she grew up in.
What I did have was a single-minded need to please her and protect her in a way no man ever had. With that in mind, I worked my way lower. It was hot as fuck under the blankets and a bead of sweat formed between my shoulder blades. I left the blankets where they were. I could deal with getting a little sweaty if it kept her warm and comfortable while I made her forget her own name.
I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her shorts and slid them down her legs. I wished there were some light under there so I could see every inch of her. Going by feel had its perks. Her hands were still woven into my hair, and she gave my head a push between her legs. I laughed against her skin. “Eager?”
“You’re a tease,” her voice came out sounding breathy.
I was a tease, and it wasn’t just her that I was teasing. I wanted to give her the best orgasm of her life. Preferably more than one. Sadly, it required more than determination to keep my dick from going off like a firehose. It was too enticing to watch Rosalind’s mostly naked and willing body writhe under mine.
I tried to think about boring things like work and taxes as I parted her folds and slid my tongue across her center for the first time. The way her hands tightened in my hair had my balls drawing up, and I knew I needed to get to the main event. I broke out all my best oral skills and listened to how she responded to each one. I wanted to be a Rosalind expert by the time the night was over. The fact that our marriage had an end date hit me as she was moaning my name, and that cooled me down enough to focus on her and her alone.
I tasted her over and over. I swirled my tongue around her sensitive bud. She seemed to squirm the most when I sucked, soI did exactly that, harder than before. Her hips rose off the bed, trying to buck me as her hands held my head firmly in place.
Her thighs clamped tightly around my ears. I rested one forearm against her hips, holding her down as I kept a relentless pace.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Derek, I’m going to—” Then she was moaning and arching. Grinding her hips against my face. For such a slight woman, she was strong when she wanted to be. Eating her out had turned into more of a tussle, and I was so hard it hurt.
She was demanding without words. Pushing and pulling me where she wanted me most. Finally, as she became over-sensitive, she pushed me away and collapsed on the pillow.
I swiped my hand over my lips and shed my boxers before climbing back onto the bed. She almost looked like she was going to fall asleep, but when I stretched out next to her, she grabbed me by the back of my neck and kissed me hard before pulling away. “If you are that good with your mouth, I can’t wait to see what the rest of you can do.”
I dug around in the bedside drawer until I came back with a condom that hadn’t expired. Since most of the time I was here with family, I didn’t really need to keep sex supplies. But I was nothing if not optimistic, and that was paying off now.
“I want to do it.” Rosalind grabbed the condom from my hand and ripped it open with her teeth. I got up on my knees, and she rolled the condom down my length, her eyes never leaving mine.
I dropped my head back and she gave me a few more strokes before laying on her back. Her hair was falling out of its braid, her top was still hiked up around her neck, and she was tucked under an old quilt that had seen better days. Still, she looked like a queen, and I eagerly climbed between her legs.
