“What are you doing?” she breathes even as she tilts herhead towards me, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
I could wait in this moment forever, slowly descending to taste the lips I’ve been looking at from afar for years. “This.”
I raise my hand until it tangles in her thick hair and I hear her breath hitch in her throat before we finally meet.
Her soft lips tremble under mine and I’m barely able to repress my groan at the feeling. My tongue reaches out to her lip, slowly parting them until I feel hers flicking against mine. I widen my mouth, allowing her entry and I nearly come in my pants at the delicious whimper that I swallow on my tongue.
I take it slow, allowing her curious little mouth to explore mine, chasing her at every movement.
Her hand rises to my hair, tangling in the strands at the back of my head, gently tugging. My other hand slides across her silky dress, clutching her closer to me as my tongue delves deeper. I can feel her breasts pressing against my chest and I can’t stop myself from grinding into her just to hear her make that noise again.
There’s no space between our bodies as I twist her towards the stone balcony. My hands travel down to her soft thighs and I lift her effortlessly, placing her on the top. She whimpers and tightens her grip on my hair with one hand and clutches my shoulder with the other. She pulls away and assesses her new elevated position.
“Jackson–”
“I’ve got you, pretty girl.”
We line up perfectly, my arms wrapped securely around her and her legs falling apart wider, welcoming me in as she tugs my lips back to hers.
I reach for her foot, tracing the shoe I hadn’t stoppedmyself from returning to her. I trail my hand up her smooth legs, tugging her dress up until it’s pooled across her thighs and I catch a glimpse of a lacy thong that makes me groan. I trail kisses along her neck, gently biting her smooth skin and licking away the sting.
I feel her head tilt back, her long hair brushing the hand I have braced on her waist. My cock is almost ready to burst out of my zipper and it’s all I can do to grind against her.
I dance my fingers up her thigh until I reach the lace hiding what I’m aching for. I can feel her heat through the damp material and I gently trace my fingers through her wetness.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, as I tease her through the soaked lace.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, against her mouth. She clasps my jaw between her hands as she nods.
“Please,” she whispers against my lips.
I slip my hand inside and feel her, soft, warm, wet. I swallow her gasp on my tongue as I flick my fingers across her clit before swiping inside her, feeling her clench around me. The noises she makes reminds me that we’re in public and I’m filled with the urge to shelter her, to forbid anyone else from hearing the noises she’s making just for me.
“You gonna come on my fingers, pretty girl?”
She nods her head helplessly.
“You look so beautiful riding my hand, Rosie. You’re doing so good. Come for me.” I whisper against her lips.
My praise is rewarded as her pussy tightens around my fingers and I swallow her cry.
Her hands finally leave my shoulders, squeezing my biceps before reaching between the buttons on my shirt, popping them open and sliding her wicked hands down to my belt.
She makes quick work of tugging my belt free and her hand plunges into my pants, wrapping her palm around me. My cock is leaking precum as I thrust into the circle of her fingers. I rest my head on her shoulder as I continue playing with her pussy, her clit throbbing underneath my thumb.
“Fuck me,” Rosie begs, breathlessly. I almost come from her words but close my eyes with a wince.
“I don’t have a condom.” Why thehelldon’t I have a condom? Why do I hate myself this much?
Rosie looks at me with desperate eyes. “I’m on the pill.” She bites her lip. “I’m clean, I haven’t been with anyone for–well for a while.”
I kiss her before I have to think about her being with anyone else.
“I got tested last month and haven’t been with anyone since,” I say against her lips.
She nods and tightens her grip, tugging me towards her. “Fuck me, Jackson. Please.”
Ask any man in this position, a pretty girl begging him to fuck her bareback on a balcony in a French castle, and see what they say.
