Page 44 of You Had Me At Pumpkin Patch
He shook his head.
Or not. Not talking could also be good.
It was odd how Zain fluctuated between having no words at all and then finding plenty of line-perfect ones. Though right then, it was hot that he was lost for them. And she was completely available forhot.
His eyes explored her, his mouth slightly open as though he couldn’t quite believe he was here, that she was almost naked, and that there was one clear direction this was going.
‘You seem...ready?’ he asked, nodding towards her underwear, which was delicate and perfectly matching and obviously not the sort of thing you pranced around in every day. She was relieved she hadn’t worn it in vain.
She nodded, strands of hair falling from her scruffy topknot and settling on her bare shoulders, like something from a romantic tale. ‘Mmm hmm.’
Rosie didn’t want to talk anymore, or to delay the moment she’d been secretly longing for since that day she’d seen him unclothed and dripping in the shower.Readywas exactly how she felt. They’d waited so long for this moment, through weeks of heated squabbles and even more heated dates, the growing feelings, sharing their hearts and worlds. She was ready to shareallof her, and to savour all of him.
Her body was still tingling for him since their kiss against the tree earlier that night. Since his tongue had teased her collarbone and made parts of her pulse.
At last, he pulled the rest of his body through the hatch, his muscles tensing with the movement, his gaze never leaving her. The light from the carved lanterns threw him into an orange glow, making him look almost magical. He cast shadows as he moved slowly towards her. The look on his face made her melt – like yearning mixed with lust, with a hint of something animal. And a knowing that the further he stepped to her, the less likely he would be able to turn away.
Rosie lowered herself back onto the bed, her skin prickling with goosebumps and buzzing with pure, unadulterated longing for him. A craving to be touched and held by those firm yet gentle hands that she’d seen lovingly tend the land, and that she’d daydreamed of being caressed by. To smell his musky, cedar scent on her, to taste the sweetness of him. To explore new parts of him and bring some of her wildest fantasies alive, right there in the treetops. The wind was rustling, and owls cried out in the distance. She yearned to howl into the darkness too.
The blankets felt soft beneath her skin, but she wanted his warmth on top of her. She let her knees drop open, her body inviting him in. He climbed slowly onto the bed, peeling off his top layers, bringing his heat. Rosie pulled him onto her, wrapping her arms around him, her cold body shivering against his. His closeness felt likeeverything. Her heart was filling.
She could feel at once how part of him was stiffening eagerly against her, straining against his jeans. The brush of his hardness against the soft place between her legs made her groan. He rocked against her, the tease of material still between them. She gasped, her heart racing.
And then he was kissing her on the mouth, breathing in her rhythmic moans, and she was fantasising about his lips in other places. His tongue was so firm and intent, if it travelled to the throb between her legs, she surely wouldn’t last another moment.
But right then, she wanted his face against hers, her eyes locked with his. The look in them showed her just how much he wanted her, how much he almost couldn’t wait for her. She’d never felt so longed for. His desire was completely intoxicating.
She took his hand and guided it inside her lace underwear, encouraging his fingers to touch her. She groaned in pleasure as he found the exact spot between her legs. The place that had been aching for him, since she didn’t know when. His fingertips teased lightly as if they had all the time in the world, but she did not want to wait. Her back arched up off the bed, keen to feel his firmness, desperate for him to push his way inside her. His eyes drifted closed for a moment like the pleasure was all his, as the length of his fingers penetrated, up inside her, taking her somewhere she couldn’t wait to be.
She moved against him, more and more urgently, until she felt the burn of his skin against hers, his fingers so deliciously deep. Sheer, tormenting heat, her whole body vibrating, her mouth open against his, tongues exploring. It was happening so quickly and there was no pulling herself back. Shewantedthis. His touch was sublime. As she yelped his name into his mouth, asking him not to stop, his free hand found her breast inside her bra and pulled softly against her nipple. Every nerve ending came alive. The world went white. She was his.
When her body finally finished shuddering, she lay there for a moment, feeling his reassuring weight on top of her, observing him watching her with half-dazed eyes. He was beautiful. And wherever he’d just taken her, she wanted to take him there too.
She moved out from under him and rolled him onto his back, watching his eyebrows quirk in question. His top half was naked, his own dark nipples erect on his tanned, patterned skin. She was desperate to undress the rest of him, yet keen to take her time and watch him writhe with the want of her. His eyes were wide as she unbuckled his belt, and she took a moment to drink in his craving. His hunger to be touched by her, his body twitching with every slight brush of skin, his manhood growing again beneath taut denim. She pulled open his jean poppers with a playful slowness, enjoying his nods of encouragement. Words had clearly escaped him.
He’d given her so much pleasure that she was still reeling from it. Her skin tingled, her pulse sped. It was time to make him feel this too. All of it. To watch his face. To sense his raging heart. She pulled his erect penis free. It was the first time she’d seen it fully ready for action, and it was bigger than their cold shower run-in could have prepared her for. She caressed the warm length of it with her hands, enjoying the way it trembled and jolted as though it couldn’t get enough of her. As thoughhecouldn’t get enough of her.
‘Rosie.’ At last, he’d found a word. It seemed like the only one he could manage, as his body contorted on the bed from her touch, moans of sheer lust escaping him.
She’d been planning to find a condom and climb onto him. For their bodies to rock backwards and forwards in this rustic hut beneath the stars. To feel him inside her, his hands on her breasts, his hips thrusting upwards and hitting her intimate spot. Them coming together...
But like her, his excitement was hastening. They’d been tempting each other for so long. And like a gift, she didn’t want to keep it from him. She was desperate to watch his pleasure reach its climax in her grasp. So she kept her hands moving, so rhythmic it was like the most intimate trance. The pleasurable angst in his face, the rise and fall of his body, the increase of intensity before his final, thrusting release. From his wild, feral cry of her name, she knew he was as ecstatic as her, to be right there, powerless in her hands.
Soon she was climbing up next to him, bringing tissues and pulling the duvet and blankets over them, curling her body into his warmth. She felt perfect and satiated and oh so tired.
‘I’ll be ready again in a moment,’ he whispered.
Though she sank into a deep, delicious sleep so quickly she barely heard him. Sometimes talking was completely over-rated.
30
‘Anyone for pumpkin waffles?’
It was Bonnie’s voice that woke Rosie and Zain from their treehouse slumber. There hadn’t been many hours of the night left after their urgent but incredible exploring of each other’s bodies, but they must have slept through them like logs. Zain’s suggestion, before they drifted to sleep, that he’d soon be ready for more action would have to wait.
Though he was out from under the duvet and hurriedly tugging his clothes on before Rosie could rub the sleep from her eyes.
‘Everything OK?’ she asked him.
