Page 64 of Forty, Flirty & Fake-ly Yours

I don't stop, don't slow down. I want to feel her come undone around me. I want to taste her pleasure.

I curl my fingers inside her, stroking that spot that makes her cry out.

Her limbs lock, her breath sputtering, and then she's coming, her body pulsing around my fingers, her soft sounds of pleasure echoing over the walls.

I ride out her orgasm with her, slowing my movements as she comes down. When she finally stills, I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, then move up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, her neck, before finally claiming her mouth.

I rest my forehead against hers, making sure she sees me. Making sure she knows…that this—that she—is something I’m not sure I can longer live without.

“My God, woman, you're amazing," I whisper.

She smiles, her fingertips sliding up and down my back. "You should see the view of you I have from here.”

I chuckle, then kiss her again. This time, it's slow and deep, and her body responds immediately, her hips lifting to meet me. Her hips find me hard and aching.

I’ve been so desperate, so fucking…needy.

Sitting back on the couch, I pull off my shirt, chucking it across the room. Roz’s eyes roam over my chest, her fingers following the path of her gaze.

Reaching out, I capture her hand, bringing it to my mouth and pressing a kiss to her palm.

"You're sure about this?" I ask, needing to know she's with me, that she wants this as much as I do.

She smiles. “My body has already calculated a 100% certainty rate.”

I grin back. “Well, good. Then we wouldn’t want to disappoint it, would we?”

Standing, I shed my pants and boxers in one quick movement. In only a few steps, I find the convenient ottoman near the coffee table.

I open it. The world’s largest reservoir of condoms greets me. Grabbing one from inside, I turn, heading back to Roz’s slumped body on the couch.

I raise the foil packet. “Alex’s old stash from back in the day.”

She shakes her head. “Boy, do I not want to know the things this cabin has seen.”

“Trust me: It hasn’t seen any of those kinds of things in many, many years. But it is lucky tonight.” I rip open the foil. “Because it gets to see you.”

Removing the condom from the slip, I roll it over my cock, watching Rosalind as she watches me, her amber eyes glowing under the fire’s golden glow.

Her eyes widen as she takes me in, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

I take a step forward.

“One last time, sweetheart. You sure?” I ask, my voice gravely enough to scrub away all shame.

She nods. "Yes. I want this. I want you, Grayson.”

Just those simple words make my already-hard cock throb, and within seconds, I close the distance between us. Rejoining Roz on the couch, I settle between her legs, feeling her heat against me. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.

"Please," she whispers, her voice a plea.

I look into her eager stare, holding her gaze as I slowly push into her. She gasps, her body stretching to accommodate me. I go slow, giving her time to adjust, until I'm fully seated inside her.

"You feel incredible," I murmur, my voice barely more than a growl.

She wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me deep enough to make me groan. "So do you."

I start to move, slow and steady, feeling her body mimic mine. It’s like the dance at the gala.

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