Page 77 of The Floral Arrangement

She grabbed me by the hips and pulled me to her. The warmth of her body, the curves of her breasts against mine sent my arousal, already high, skyrocketing. I tugged at her white shirt, slipping my hands underneath, and pulling her even closer.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for over six months,” she murmured in my ear. The hairs on my neck prickled.

What the hell am I doing?Roz kissed my neck, sending a shudder down my spine.I don’t know. But it feels so right.She kissed me again. Maybe the problem was that I had never gotten the one-night stand I was promised. I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath. Yes. That was most likely the problem. We’d have one night together, and then I’d focus on finding someone who actually wanted a relationship.

Roz’s lips trailed down to my collar bone and I gulped. What if I didn’t know what to do? What if I was terrible? At Pryde, Roz seemed like the perfect candidate for my first time: an experienced older woman who lived in a completely different city. But if I embarrassed myself now, there’d be no avoiding her. Run-ins at Novel Gossip, visits to the farm, walking down Main Street. And I knew her now. I cared. The pressure weighed down on me.

“Is everything okay?” Roz murmured into my neck. “Do you want to go upstairs?”

“No, it’s not that…” I cleared my throat. “Um, in case it’s not clear from what I said earlier, this is my first time with a woman.”

“Well, I better make it fucking incredible then.” Roz walked me backward, until I was pressed against the front door. She took my hands in hers and pinned them over my head.

A groan of pleasure escaped me.

“You like that? Me taking control?” Roz asked.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Excellent,” Roz rasped. “But tell me to stop any time you want, okay?”

I nodded, my entire body quivering with anticipation for what would come next.

Roz released my hands and took three steps back, a rush of cool air filling her place.

I furrowed my brow, stepping forward. “What are you doing?”

Roz smirked. “Take your dress off.”

The hunger flared in Roz’s eyes again, and a shiver shot down my spine. The idea of stripping down under Roz’s unwavering gaze was a surprising turn-on.

Keeping my eyes fixed on Roz, I slowly reached for the zipper at the back of my dress and tugged it lower, letting the top of my dress fall, exposing the black bra I wore underneath.My breasts tingled with anticipation.

Her eyes dipped to my chest. “Keep going.” Her voice was hoarse.

I tugged the zipper down farther, until it slipped off my hips and onto the floor.

“Mmmm,” Roz murmured with approval as her eyes lingered on my body. “Now… take off everything else.”

My breath caught as I unclipped my bra, dropping it on the ground. I slipped off my panties, and then stood there while Roz drank me in. The ache between my legs was almost unbearable now, and all Roz was doing was looking me up and down, gazing at me as if she wanted to devour me.

I hoped the light was dim enough that she couldn’t see the desperation in my eyes.

Roz took off her jacket and threw it on the counter.

“Good girl,” she said. “Now, come here.”

I took two steps, my legs weak. She lifted her hands and trailed those long, delicate fingers over my breasts, twirling my nipples with her thumbs until they hardened.

“Your breasts are incredible,” she said, her voice low, looking at them with wonder as she continued to caress them, every so often gently pinching the pink pebbles.

I moaned, my mind hazy. I’d never been so turned on.

“Can I…” I tugged at her shirt.

She nodded. “Only my shirt to start with.”

With trembling hands, I unbuttoned her shirt, my breath catching at the sight of the small curves of her breasts encased in a plain white bra. I bit my lip, tracing a finger around the upper seam of the bra.

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