* * *
As I run through the park the next afternoon, my mind returns to what happened last night and earlier today. It’s still unbelievable that I woke up next to Rose. I enjoyed having her stay over while sharing our thoughts, ideas, and bodies. It was everything I hoped for and more.
Kissing her full lips while touching her everywhere and feeling her against me, it’s like she’s madeforme. Our bodies match perfectly. Her every curve compliments my toned parts, just like her softness balances my hardness.
After our date, there’s no doubt that she craves me the same way I desire her.
Maybe not as intensely. I have a feeling that we’re moving too fast for her. She’s still hesitant after what happened in the past with other men. They didn’t treat her right.Assholes.
If I want to make this work, I need to take a chill pill and relax. Seven years is a damn long time without someone you can’t stop thinking about. There’s no way to fix our relationship in one day. But I can try to fix it step by step.
Getting home after my run, all I can think is how I need to hear her voice, even though I just saw her. After the first ring, she answers my call, which means she must have been holding onto her phone.
“Eagerly waiting for my call, gorgeous?”
“Funny, but no. I was about to cancel my upcoming day with Eli Dalton, I’m sure your big ego doesn’t need any more stroking.” She harrumphs.
I instantly think of her stroking me, which turns me on. “I know something else you can stroke instead.”
“Stop it, Eli. We’re talking about my job here. You behave when we’re talking shop.” She nearly shouts her response.
“I’m well aware. Still, you did do your job pleasuring me damn well, we might need another round to be sure.” I suggest.
There’s silence on the other end of the line. Rose must be blushing again. I can feel myself getting more aroused just thinking about her and those red cheeks. Clearing her throat, she finally answers. “Okay, okay, I was actually going to text you and ask if I should spend the night with you before our day together on Monday. It would go with your original plan.”
She should know by now that doing things half-assed isn’t my jam. “Never doubt me. But yeah, please do come to my place tomorrow night, and probably also on my face.” The image of her riding my face is absolutely perfect.
“Eli, this is still a work call! Stop it, or I will hang up.”
She only jokes. There’s no way Rose would dare to do so. “Don’t care, gorgeous. I have been dreaming of having my way with your sweet pussy ever since you left,” I tell her honestly.
That is when she hangs up the phone as she promised. Rose definitely has some sass, which turns me on every time. If my dick was half-mast earlier, now it is in its full glory.
I head to the bathroom and open the shower doors, getting off my running gear before stepping in. Walking under one of the showerheads, I turn on the water. It feels good against my sweaty skin. I squeeze my aching cock while thinking of her lips and delicate hands wrapped around me.
It isn’t the same without her, but my hands are all I have right now. Moving my hand up and down, I feel myself relaxing. Rose and her perfectly round body are all I see when I close my eyes. I picture how it looked in this shower when the water ran down those delicious curves. I couldn’t stop caressing her then, just like I can’t stop touching myself while thinking about her. While gripping myself even tighter, I try to imagine how damn amazing her pussy will feel around me.
It will be perfect.I just know it.
Her moans and oh my gods while I licked her to oblivion fill my head next. When I start thinking about her glorious peachy ass, I know I’ll come soon. There’s no way I can hold it in much longer while thinking about our night together. Touching her again was what I craved for years.
As my release mixes with water, there’s only one thing I’m thinking about. How to make Rose see that I am hers and she is mine.
* * *
The following evening, the reception calls to let me know Rose is on her way up. The thought of seeing her has me excited like a kid on Christmas morning. I finally get why some of the most brilliant minds seem to turn into idiots when it comes to love.
Shit.
Do I love Rose?
Maybe I never stopped.
But there’s no way I am going to tell her that today. We just reconnected this week on a deeper level. Anything beyond that would be too much for her. I just hope that I don’t let it slip at any point. I can’t make any mistakes that risk this.
I walk to greet her when I hear the elevator doors open. I almost faint at the sight of her.She looks too damn perfect.
Usually, I hate it when people say that someone is perfect. There’s no perfection in this world. But when I see her, I rethink my stance.
