“Arms up,” I say, my cock pulsing in my jeans as she silently complies.
I tug her t-shirt up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor. My hands explore her body, curving over her bump before flicking the clasp on her bra. My hands take its place, tracing my thumb across her nipple and loving the whimper it elicits.
“You don’t know what you do to me.”
31
ROSIE
My blood is buzzingas Jackson explores my body, cupping my breasts in his hands and gently flicking my pebbled nipple. Any residual tiredness I felt earlier has evaporated, replaced with adrenaline and a burning lust that only the man in front of me can satiate.
I tilt my head to his lips, ready for him to push me to the bed and take control. Give me the pleasure I’m craving. He gently runs his nose across mine, teasing me with the brush of his lips. My eyes fall closed in anticipation when suddenly his hands travel across my body again, circling me until I feel him behind me.
“Open your eyes,” he breathes in my ear, his t-shirt pressing against the cool skin of my exposed back.
My eyes open and my gaze falls on the mirror on the opposite wall. I’m naked apart from my underwear and Jackson’s arm slung across my chest, my body on full display.
Jackson presses a kiss behind my ear as his fingertips ghost across my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“If only you could see yourself how I see you, Rosie.” Iwatch him in the mirror as his fingers trace my nipple, lightly tugging before his hand glides over my bump.
I bring my hand to his and watch our reflection as I interlock our fingers. A touch of boldness overtakes me as I guide his hand down further, reaching the crease between my thighs. He chuckles in my ear before he takes over, gently traces my clit through my soaked underwear.
His other hand comes back to my breasts as he gently pulls my underwear to the side, sliding his finger through my wetness.
“You’re soaked, Rosie.” He nips at my earlobe. “Do you like what you see?” He slides deeper, curling his finger inside me and I arch my back as I nod.
“Yes.” I whimper.
I can’t peel my eyes away from the mirror, watching his confident hands as one cups my breast and the other disappears between my thighs. The sensations overwhelm me. I feel powerful, like a goddess, revered and adored.
It’s not just me he’s touching, the Rosie standing in the middle of my new bedroom, but it’shertoo. The woman in the mirror. Confident and worshiped. Beautiful. His thumb flicks at my clit and I nearly see stars. My legs shake and I’d worry I won’t be able to hold myself upright if it wasn’t for his strong body behind me ready to catch me if I fall.
He flicks his other hand on my nipple in time with his attention on my clit, and I feel my orgasm race to the surface. My eyes fall closed in ecstasy,
“Eyes open, pretty girl. Watch yourself as you come in my arms.”
I peel my eyes open as my orgasm rushes through me, his dark stare drinking me in as I grind helplessly against his fingers.
I barely have a second to recover before he removes hishands from my underwear and brings his fingers to his mouth for a taste.
I whimper as my knees shake, only a few seconds from collapsing into a puddle but I can feel his hard erection against my back and I already know I’m not finished with this man. I don’t think I ever will be.
I reach behind me and feel him through his jeans. He groans as he grinds into me. “I thought you were tired?”
I shake my head, finally peeling my gaze away from the mirror to glance up at him.
He presses a searing kiss to my lips, the faint taste of myself on his tongue driving me wild as I turn in his arms and tug him towards the bed.
I pull on his shirt impatiently and our kiss breaks just enough for him to yank it all the way off. “Lie down.” I shiver at his commanding tone as I take a seat on the soft mattress, ready to do whatever he tells me to.
“You’re being such a good girl for me, Rosie,” he says, helping me shuffle up the bed until my head is resting on the pillow. “But you need that nap.” He straightens my underwear and rises.
I flick my leg out, stopping his retreat and dragging him back to the cradle of my thighs. “Don’t you dare.”
He chuckles as he returns to hover over me, shirtless and clad in tight jeans that make it look like he’s stepped off a photoshoot. I rake my nails across his abdomen, gently tracing each whirling tattoo before tugging at his belt impatiently.
He stands quickly and shucks his jeans, his cock bobbing at the motion and making my mouth water.
