became. I was aware of every inhalation and exhalation, how goose pimples rose across the skin of her arms, showing me she was feeling it, too.
We shared a look.
I wasn’t quite sure what hers said, but a second later she was moving to straddle me where I lay. I watched her movements with rapt attention, my eyelids at a lazy half-mast. Her hands went to the fly of my jeans, and I sucked in a breath. Christ.
Rose opened the button and pulled down the zipper, sliding her hand inside and cupping my already hard cock. I groaned and closed my eyes, saying her name like a warning.
“Rose.”
“Just let me,” she murmured, before pulling my cock free and lowering her mouth to it. I’d never experienced anything more erotic or frustrating in my life. She pressed her lips lightly to my tip, and I swore I felt it twitch. My balls drew tight, my cock begging for more. Whatever she planned on doing, I had no intention of stopping her.
“Take off your top,” I ordered, the command husky. I needed to see her skin.
Her lips curved in a smile as she obliged me, first lifting off her pale blue shirt, then reaching around to unhook her bra. Her heavy tits fell free and I reached for one, moulding it tenderly with my hand.
“You’re beautiful,” I told her.
She blushed, wrapping her arms around her stomach, like she felt self-conscious all of a sudden. I pulled her arms away and brought her hand to my erection. “This is what you do to me. You’re perfect. Never hide.”
She sighed, her eyes going all big and soft, and I kissed her gently on the lips. She lowered her mouth to my cock again, this time licking up its entire length. I groaned so loudly it was a good thing I didn’t have neighbours close by. And when she took me fully into her mouth, every muscle in my body drew tight. Her sweet, soft, wet little mouth moved up and down. I felt the barest scrape of her teeth, and it was agonisingly sensual. Reaching for her tits again, I took both in my palms, moulding and caressing them, pinching her tight little buds as she continued sucking me off.
I remembered what it felt like last night, when I sank myself inside her, how hot and slick she’d been, and almost came on the spot. Luckily, I had enough restraint to hold back. I didn’t want this to be over yet. I wanted to savour the feel of her mouth on me for just a little while longer.
When she cupped my balls, my eyes rolled back in my head. My cock felt so hard right then that it was almost to the point of pain. She moaned around me when I pinched her nipples, and that was my undoing. I came with a low groan, emptying into her mouth as she continued sucking me. I felt satisfied, yet not. Her mouth had been perfect, but it only made me want more of her, and I knew without a doubt I’d be dragging her to my bed before long.
Rose lay back against me, her soft, lush tits against my chest. She kissed me on the pec, then let out a long, happy little sigh.
“This day’s been perfect,” I whispered as I pressed my lips to her earlobe, feeling her shudder.
“Of course it has,” she said, letting out a soft chuckle. “All perfect days end with blowjobs.”
I pinched her arm gently. “Don’t give me that. Today was perfect, and it was perfect because I got to spend it with you.”
She shifted to look at me, her eyes flickering back and forth over mine as some indecipherable emotion clouded her features. “I don’t think I ever want to leave this place,” she finally whispered, and I knew the feeling.
But we did have to leave, and that was the problem.
***
We arrived back in London on Monday evening, and by Tuesday morning we’d returned to the theatre for rehearsals. Opening night was on Friday, so everything felt even more of a rush than usual.
I caught Rose behind a screen that was part of the set and kissed her until her knees buckled. Now that we’d slept together, I felt like I wanted to be touching her constantly, finding new ways to make her burn for me. She giggled when I squeezed her arse, then gave it a light slap just as Jacob entered the theatre. I grinned at her retreating