The very second I got the chance to slip away, I did, finding solace in my blessedly empty dressing room. I sat in front of the mirror, my face sweaty and my hair going in all directions, the suit I wore rumpled from the show. I was exhausted. And tomorrow I had to come back and do it all over again. I was oddly looking forward to it – excited, even.
Every night a new audience.
Every night a new reaction.
I heard the door to my dressing open abruptly and turned my head to find Rose come inside, slamming it shut behind her and flicking over the lock. My pulse raced. She looked glorious. Her makeup was smudged, some mascara running down her cheeks. Like me, she was exhausted, but she’d never looked more beautiful.
“I love you, too,” she blurted hastily, then clamped a hand over her mouth. Like she was shocked by her own voice.
Those four simple words gave me a feeling like no other, and though yes, there had been a part of me that was disappointed when she hadn’t said them back, I knew it was because she was drowning in the effect my own declaration had on her. Lust. Urgency. Need. I’d seen a fire light in her eyes when I told her I loved her, and her body had simply taken over.
I knew the feeling, because as she stood there, so messy and perfect and heavenly, I was struck by the desire to take her up against the wall.
“Come here,” I said, the command guttural.
She ran to me, and I pulled her into my lap. “I love you, too,” she said again, like there was a pleasure in the statement itself and she couldn’t get enough of it.
“I know, beautiful. And I love you. Now, give me your mouth,” I murmured, taking her face in my hands and slanting my lips over hers. She moaned when I slid my tongue inside, little gasps and whimpers escaping as she moved to straddle my lap. She felt so soft, her tits pushing into my chest where my shirt was unbuttoned, the sweet place between her thighs hot and welcoming against my thickening erection.
“I want to feel you fall apart on my hand,” I said, the sinful words making her shudder. I loved how I had such a visceral effect on her. Reaching up, I pulled her hair out of its bun, the silky tendrils falling down, framing her face and shoulders. Christ, she was a sight to behold.
“You were so amazing tonight,” she whispered, planting kisses along my neck that had my balls tightening. “I could hardly take my eyes off you.”
“And I you. The way you move, it bewitches me,” I said. “When you dance, when I sink inside you, when you come.”
“Damon,” she gasped when I pulled her corset free and grasped both breasts in my hands. “I can’t wait any longer. These last few days have felt like a lifetime.”
I knew what she meant. For me they’d been an eternity. I’d agonised over my reaction to Blake’s lie, hated myself for being so easily manipulated. I didn’t feel like I deserved her. But then, somehow, I realised that I did. We fit together perfectly. There was no one else for me. If I couldn’t have Rose, I was condemning myself to a life of halves, and I wanted to live a whole one.
Her hands were at my fly, pulling my cock free, her soft palms gripping me. I let her take the lead, at the same time helping her out of her clothes. The door was locked, and I had no intention of seeing anyone until I’d had my fill of the woman I loved.
When she was naked and I was still mostly clothed, she rose up on her knees, positioned herself over my cock and then sank down on it. Slowly, so agonisingly slow. I hissed a strangled breath and gripped her waist. She was so wet, sheathing me with her heat, moving up and down as I stared at her in awe, mouth open, eyes hooded, completely entranced.
Bending forward, I took her nipple in my mouth, sucking it, laving it with attention before moving to the other. She whimpered at the contact, her eyes ablaze as she watched me go to work.
I fingered her clit as she rode me, feeling her thighs tense as she pushed toward orgasm. She bit her lip, her cheeks reddening and a lovely red sex