the great wall of heels
Rosie
Eight Months Later
When he smiles at me, it’s like the first sunrise—exquisite and bright…No, that isn’t quite fitting. This particular line in my recent edit was proving tougher than I thought. I hadn’t gelled with the writer’s phrasing, but I wanted to give an alternative before I tore down their wording.
My breath stalled, he smiled, and it felt like?—
“God, babe, you’re so hot.”Ugh.Dorian’s stupid words pull me out of my thought process, interrupting what I am certain was going to be the sentence I’ve been looking for.
“Does that feel good?” he continues. I don’t quite know how to break it to him that, if I thought it was good, he would know, and he wouldn’t need to ask.
“Mm-hmm. Sooogood.You’re so…”Think of something, Rosie.Look, I don’t usually like to placate a man’s ego, but it’s been a while since I came during sex, and that is atrociously horrific to admit given Ineverhave this problem. But for somereason I cannot seem to get a good lay. Just a string of dull dick. I even had to increase my toy collection to get some variety.
“Big. You’re just sooo…big.” Yeah, he’s okay, and I love a big dick as much as the next girl, but I’m a solid believer that it’s less about size and more about the conductor. While Dorian is on the larger end of the scale, he’s just so fucking vanilla; I haven’t even had a tingle.
“Mm-hmm. Yep, that’s the spot.” I’m still trying to work my way through this tough scene I’d been stuck on and my Dorian-led distraction is doing nothing to spark thoughts to help me out. I really need to get home.
Right. Game face, Rosie. Just one dick-induced orgasm and I can go home at least somewhat satisfied.
Combing through my last few conquests I try to pick at any memory that will help get me there. A fantasy even, something. I’ll take a well-written smut scene. I just need something to help Dorian get me across the finish line.
Pushing him off me, I suggest a change-up. “Let’s try this.” I turn around and shove my ass in his direction. At least then I won’t have to look at him.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, acting quick, taking my hips in his hands. A slow drag of his cock through my folds has me moaning as I scrunch my eyes closed. I feel him push through and then he drives home with speed as I try to find something hidden in my memories that is going to make this end a lot faster.
Reluctantly, or…rather desperately, I open my mind and travel back to a time I can never seem to shake, I let myself indulge in the fantasy.
My back hits the cold mirrored walls of the elevator to his apartment, and he’s on me like an animal starved. I feel his need through his kiss, straight between my legs, and my hips roll toward his body in search of friction.
“You promised to blow me in the elevator, but fuck, I want to make you come first. Say I get to make you come.” Oh sweet, sweet baby Jesus.
“Makemecomemakemecomemakemecome,” I pant into his mouth, and before I can catch my breath, he hooks a hand under my knee, lifting my leg up and wrapping it around his hips, his free hand lightly runs the length of my center before his fingers dive straight in.
“God, yes.”
“So fucking wet,” he groans, stealing my lips in another kiss.
“Curl them?—”
“You’re close already, so responsive.”
“Yes!” I shout. “There. Fuck, don’t stop.”
“So fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel this pussy grip my cock.”
“Oh shit. Calebbb.” I don’t give a fuck if his neighbors can hear me, his fingers work their magic as his lips leave a searing path down my neck and across my collarbone.
“Look at you.” He grips my chin with the hand that was holding my knee, forcing my eyes open and twisting my head to the side so I can see the full picture of me writhing against his skillful hand, while he bites my neck and curls his fingers.
“You ready, Rosebud?”
“For-r w-what?” I stammer.
“To lose your voice screaming my name.” Before I have the chance to calculate his words, his knees hit the floor and his tongue is inside me. One quick stroke along my clit, a finger thrust inside, his teeth latch gently to my clit, and I fly off like a rocket. Doing exactly as he said: screaming his name.
“Who’s Caleb?”