I’m grinding my teeth together, and I try to relax my jaw as I look at her. She must still be asleep, her breathing deep and slow.
My arm is slung over her waist, and without thinking, still in a half-asleep daze, I slide my hand lower, tracing the curve of her hip and leg.
Her breath hitches just the tiniest bit. It’s barely perceptible, but I notice it.
I was wrong. She’s awake. But she’s not pulling away from me.
Somehow, that knowledge lights a flame inside me. I slide my hand between her legs and press against her panties, feeling the dampness of the fabric.
A fleeting whimper leaves Rose’s mouth, escaping into the room as she grinds against me. She stops suddenly, tense, as if she knows she shouldn’t give in. Like she just remembered whose bed she’s in.
But it’s too fucking late for that now. There’s a beast living inside me, and maybe it lives inside her too, a force of nature that draws us together.
“Tell me to stop,” I say, my voice low. I drag my fingers under her panties, along the damp warmth of her pussy. “If you tell me to stop, I will.”
Rose doesn’t say anything.
It’s like she can’t.
She wants it too badly.
She wants me.
I don’t think about myself. I don’t think about how I shouldn’t do this, how it’s too easy for me to forget and get lost in her. I don’t think about how this could ruin everything.
I just focus on Rose, on her body against mine, her skin soft beneath my hands.
I circle her clit, and she inhales sharply. She’s still holding back her sounds, still gritting her teeth. She’s trying not to respond but I can feel the tiny, aborted jerks of her hips as she pushes back against me lightly.
When I finally slip a finger inside, Rose lets out a delicious, low moan. I want more, want her to lose control. My cock throbs against her ass, my head pounding right along with it. I’m no longer drunk like I was last night, but I might as well be. She makes me feel like I’ve lost my damn mind.
I go slow, sliding in and out of her at a torturous pace. I can feel her walls twitch around me, desperately trying to pull me in, begging for more. Rose’s hands move to grab my wrist and then fly away. I can feel her trying to fight what she wants.
“Fuck,” I rasp as I add another finger. Rose cries out when I scissor them inside her, pressing deeper. I imagine I’m opening her up for me, widening her so I can shove my cock into her, and my balls draw up tight as desire surges through me.
The sounds she makes drive me crazy. I want to be inside her, want to pound her into the bed and hear her scream. I want to bite into her skin and taste her sweetness. I want to thrust into her and feel how slick she is, feel her pussy grip me tight as she pulls me in.
She clenches against my fingers, whining like a wild thing as she pushes her back against my chest, the curve of her ass pressing against my cock. My dick throbs painfully, rock hard and leaking.
It’s like she knows. Like she’s teasing me. I can feel how wet she is, how warm her pussy is, and my cock screams at me that it should be inside her, not my fucking fingers.
“Goddammit.”
The word is hardly more than a feral grunt as I plunge my fingers inside her deeper, harder, until she’s arching against me.
I slow down every time Rose seems close, every time her gasps hitch in her throat. She whimpers, her hands scrabbling against the sheets as she tries to get a grip. She’s struggling to hold on, fighting against the pleasure even though she’s riding my hand like her life depends on it.
I love the way she looks like this. I know she’d look just as good riding me, giving in to what she wants. I want to see her like that. I want to see her lose control.
Thrusting hard and fast, I ignore everything else until all I can hear is the wetness of her pussy and the wordless noises of her pleasure.
And then, finally, she gives me what I want.
Rose comes so hard her entire body spasms. She cries out, the sound of her release making me grit my teeth. I feel like I’m about to fucking explode.
As the last shudders of her orgasm pass through her, I stop thinking entirely and roll her onto her stomach.
I tug her sleep shorts down and then rip her panties off, throwing them somewhere off the bed. Rose shudders beneath me, and I shove her shirt up until I see her bare ass. Her skin is so fucking perfect, the curve of her lower back the most tempting thing I’ve ever seen.
