flush spreading itself across her chest. The moment she came, trembling against me, I picked her up and carried her across the room. Setting her down on the small velvet couch in the corner, I positioned her on all fours, then pushed inside. Her sex pulsated around me, so wet and ready now that she’d come.
I didn’t hold back, not for a second. She moaned when I gripped the back of her neck, holding tight as I hammered home. The sexy, beautiful curve of her arse drove me crazy, the sight of her before me, mine for the taking, was branded into my memory.
I watched as my cock moved in and out of her, loved the sound of her ample flesh smacking as I drove us both to dizzying heights of pleasure. It felt so good, but I didn’t want to come like that. I never wanted to come inside Rose unless I was staring into the depths of her fathomless sea-blue eyes.
When I slid out, she whimpered her protest at the loss of me. I flipped her over, pulling her thighs around my hips as I sank back in, this time never taking my eyes off her. She inhaled at the new sensation, and I kissed her before she could let the air back out, swallowing her breath. I palmed her breast, moving my hand down, down, down, over her stomach, navel, and abdomen until I reached that sweet, sweet spot between her thighs.
“I can’t,” she rasped. “It’s too soon.”
“You can,” I countered. “You can.”
She could.
Rose came undone as I made love to her, the sensation of her sex clenching on my cock for the second time that night sending my head spinning. I lost it, unable to hold back as I spilled inside her. She petted at my hair, whispering sweet, soothing words to me as I tried to summon some form of intelligent thought. I had nothing. All I could do was lie on top of her soft, welcoming body, bury my face in her neck, and inhale her wonderful scent.
When I finally came to my senses, I lifted up on my elbows to gaze at her lovingly.
“Only you,” I whispered, and she smiled so dazzlingly that my heart snapped in two and came together all at once.
“Only us,” she whispered back, fingers still running soothingly through my short hair.
Twenty-Eight.
*Rose*
“We have to show our faces at the after-party,” I told Damon as we lay there, basking in a post-coital bliss.
“After-party?” he murmured, his hand sliding over my shoulder and collarbone, my breast, before resting on the soft part of my stomach.
“Didn’t you hear? Jacob organised it to celebrate our opening night. I doubt anyone will stay very late since we all have another show tomorrow, but it would be rude not to show up at all.”
“I don’t want to go,” he grunted, moving down my body now to pull my thighs around his shoulders. I gasped when he pressed his face to my sex, inhaling deeply before licking a line right down my centre. “I want to stay here and eat you out for the rest of the night.”
“As l-lovely as that sounds,” I replied, stuttering because he was starting to tongue my clit in earnest now. “We really do need to go to the…party. I told J-Julian I’d be there, and Iggy, too.”
“Don’t care,” he growled, his fingers finding me and slipping inside as his tongue went to work. I gripped the velvety fabric of the couch, moaning as I felt my third orgasm of the night building. Several people had knocked on Damon’s door while he’d been inside me, but they must’ve heard my uncontrollable screams because the knocks stopped coming after a while.
I tugged on his hair and he looked up at me hotly, eyes dark as his tongue darted out and licked a long, wet line right down the centre of me once more. I shifted, a strangled cry escaping as his fingers moved in and out in a tantalising rhythm.
“I love you…so much,” I gasped, and saw him smile as he continued to eat me out.
“We’re not going to the party until I make you come at least twice more,” he told me between licks.
I didn’t even bother to argue. And he made good on his promise.
I knew I must have looked like a sex-flushed mess when we finally arrived at the wine bar for the after party, where our fellow cast members and stage crew were celebrating a successful opening night.