audible or in my head, but my lips were against hers and I was only a man. I pulled my fingers out and plunged them back into her, slowly, catching her breathy little gasp and drowning her in my kiss. The tip of her tongue touched mine and I was lost. I wanted to grab her chin and hold her mouth where I wanted it, but my hand was busy between her legs and I had already lost my head.
When her fingers grasped my forearm in an unforgiving grip, her fingernails biting into my skin, I knew she was getting closer, and it hadn’t even been a minute yet. I curved my fingers up and found the spot that caused her to kiss me deeper and harder, the spot that made her groans wilder. I responded back in kind, lost in everything that was Rose.
She was a mess down there, her wetness running down my fingers. She widened her legs, giving me more room to play with her. My thumb found her clit and I pressed hard.
She wrenched her mouth away from me, panting. “Keep them in,” she moaned. “Please, not yet. Just keep your fingers in me. Deeper, please.”
I pressed as far as my fingers would go, which was deep.
I listened to the sounds she made, mesmerized—how could I not? Why would I not?
“My brain is tingling,” she murmured, clearly half out of it.
I was moving my fingers in her in small, light movements but stopped at her words.
“Rose we sh— ”
She covered my hand with hers before I could think or gather the strength to pull out. “If you stop, I’ll kill you in your sleep, Jack Hawthorne. Don’t you dare.”
“Rose, if you feel—”
“I’m being serious, Jack. I’ll murder you. Please make me come on your fingers. Please. Please.”
“You’re a vicious little thing, aren’t you? And all mine.”
I took her begging lips and fucked her with my fingers like I couldn’t fuck her with my cock. I was still being as gentle as I could, but I went as deep as possible, and her body got tighter and tighter against me.
And when she came…
God, when she came it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. Her little gasps and moans were killing me, but I took them all from her until the only things heard in the room were our labored breaths and the sound her now even more soaked pussy was making.
Her body slowly melting in my arms, she twisted her upper body toward me, held my head, and kissed me in slow, maddening nips. Her hips were still twitching as I pulled my fingers out and wiped my hand on the sheets. When she turned completely, I hauled her up against me and renewed the kiss until we were on the verge of passing out.
We rested our foreheads together, just breathing. Hard.
“How is your head?” I managed to ask.
“Perfect.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. Thank you, Jack. If you hadn’t given me that, I think I was going to die.”
I was dying a slow death so I understood what she meant.
Her hand sneaked in between us, right under my pajamas. I didn’t intend to stop her. I didn’t have the strength anymore.
Her palm brushed the slick head of my cock and she ran it up and down my length, her eyes boring into mine. She bit the edge of her lip, and I could do nothing but stare. Was she really mine? Was she really my wife?
“Take me out,” I whispered, and she hurried to obey, using her other hand to pull my pajamas down.
She swallowed hard when she had all my length to take care of.
“You’re not gonna try to stop me?” she asked.
“What’s the point? You never listen to me and we already screwed up. I want your hands on me too much to try to resist you.”
“Are you saying you can’t resist me?”
“I haven’t been able to so far.”
She nuzzled her nose against mine and breathed out my name. “Jack…I want you in me.”
I grasped her head and pressed a hard kiss on her forehead. “No.”
Her grip on me tightened, her fingers not quite connecting with her thumb.
“Be rough,” I hissed.
There was a fire burning in her eyes, and I couldn’t have looked away even if I’d wanted to.
“Is that how you’re going to fuck me? Rough and deep?”
“If that’s how you like it, yes—as deep as I can get.” She moved her tight grip all the way to the base and