the night to find her watching me. I didn’t even ask her what she was doing, because I’d been so overcome by a deep and powerful need to have her again. I simply climbed atop her, kissing and licking every inch of her body until we were both breathless and sated.
When I stepped inside the kitchen, I found her humming along to the radio as she stirred some scrambled eggs in a pan. All she wore was one of my T-shirts. It was so long on her that it might as well have been a dress. Her hair hung like a mess of wavy silk down her back. I stepped close, reaching around her to take the pan off the burner before turning her body and wrapping my arms around her.
I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.
She startled a little at my sudden appearance, then smiled back.
“Morning,” I whispered, bending down to steal a kiss.
“Good m-morning,” she replied, the words a mumbled sigh on my lips.
I made a humming noise in the back of my throat as I took her in, keeping one hand pressed to the small of her back and lifting the other to slide my fingers through hers. Slowly, I started to dance. Her breath hitched as she stared up at me, neither one of us able to tear our eyes from the other.
John Lennon singing Jai Guru Deva filled the room. I joined him, singing to Rose that nothing was gonna change my world. I saw her bare skin prickle with goose bumps when she closed her eyes. I continued to serenade her, enjoying the way my voice made her weak.
After a moment she murmured, “I think this is the first time you’ve ever danced without having to be cajoled.”
I hummed again, bending to kiss her neck. She shuddered. “I’m feeling unusually agreeable this morning.” She sighed at the pressure of my lips on her skin. I let go of her hand and lowered to my knees. She peered down at me and I returned her gaze hotly.
Her breathing started to speed up as she asked, “What are you doing?”
I moved a palm over the outside of her thigh, pushing the hem of the T-shirt up to reveal her lovely bare flesh. “Making you feel good,” I answered before pressing my mouth to her sex. She yelped and gripped my shoulders. I chuckled as her yelp transformed into a moan. I licked at her in long, even strokes, parting her lips and just revelling in her taste. I adored the sounds she was making, little whimpers and sighs.
“Oh…God…Damon,” she panted, and I moved my eyes to hers. She trembled when our gazes met. I couldn’t look away. I licked and sucked, finally moving to her clit and swirling my tongue around it. It had been so long since I’d done this to a woman, and I thought maybe that was the reason I felt so crazed. I didn’t want to go back to London tomorrow. I wanted to stay here with Rose and make her come for weeks on end.
I massaged her thigh, moving my hand up until it met her wet heat. I slid two fingers inside her and she cried out, pressing herself to my face as one of her hands went to grip my hair. I loved it. Loved how I could make her lose her mind like that. Loved how she watched me all the while, never closing her eyes. She looked…enthralled.
I thrust my fingers in and out slowly, matching the movement of my tongue on her clit. She lifted a thigh, as though to grant me more access. I grabbed it and hitched it over my shoulder, finding I could eat at her deeper from this angle. Her entire body trembled at the depth. I could hear Charlie in the hallway, scratching and whining at the door to get in. It made me laugh, and Rose moaned before laughing, too. I was glad I’d had the forethought to close the door, and also that Charlie hadn’t learned how to work the handle on his own yet.
I ate her out more feverishly then and felt her thighs tensing. She went really, really quiet, so quiet I thought maybe she wasn’t enjoying herself anymore. I was wrong. The next time I circled her clit, she orgasmed with violent intensity right on my mouth. I groaned and continued licking until her tremors subsided and her body went limp.