Page 35 of Wish You Knew
Putting my mug down on the table, I picked up a strawberry and dipped it in the yoghurt and syrup mix. Holding it close to her lips, I teased her with it.
“Do you want it? It’s so juicy and delicious…”
Rosie laughed and leaned forward to take it in her mouth. “So, so tempting.”
“I could say the same about you.” I drew back, holding it just out of reach. “How much do you want it?”
“Are you talking about the strawberry or…?” Her mouth curved into a mischievous smile.
Without saying another word, I pounced on her, flipping her onto her back and stripping the t-shirt from her body in one swift move. Lazily, I traced the creamy tip of the fruit down her sternum, leaving a smear of red juice and syrup as I did.
“Scott,” she breathed. I repeated the trail with my tongue, licking the sticky trail from her skin. “I think this couch has seen enough action, don’t you?”
Reluctantly, I broke away, knees pressed either side of her hips, and stared down at her. “Does that mean you need cleaning up?”
“Well…”
I didn’t give her chance to say another word as I scooped her up into my arms and carried her upstairs. When I got to my room, I kicked open the door and headed into the en-suite. Dropping Rosie onto her feet, I reached into the shower and turned on the waterfall shower head to full power. I stripped off my boxers and t-shirt, before extending a hand to Rosie and dragging her beneath the jets.
“Shit! It’s cold!” she squealed.
“Sorry.” I reached past her and knocked the temperature up a notch or two. “You don’t know how many cold showers I’ve had to have because of you.”
She shivered and pulled me towards her.
“Let me get rid of that sticky mess between your breasts.” I cocked an eyebrow. “Unless you want more?”
Her gaze fell on my dick, already at half-mast. Seriously, just being around the woman got me aroused. Rosie placed her hands on my hips and slithered down to her knees, her head in the direct line of my crotch. I braced myself against the shower wall as her mouth closed around the tip of my cock. She wrapped one hand around my base, her hot tongue dragging up and down my shaft, water cascading over her head and body. One of my hands cupped the back of her head, fingers tightening in her hair, and I closed my eyes, trying to breathe. My head fell backwards as took the length of me, and I felt my cock flex in her mouth.So, so close…
Rosie swallowed and gave a little cough, sucking in her bottom lip, as she stared up at me.
I pulled her to her feet, my mouth on hers, able to taste me on her lips. The water crashing around us dipped a couple of degrees and I reached over to turn it up again. Without saying another word, I drew back and reached for the shower gel. Lathering some up on my hands, the lemony scent became overpowering. Slowly, I ran my palms over her skin, soaping her up and washing away the strawberry and yoghurt residue. Her nipples pebbled from the attention I bestowed on them, my gaze never leaving hers. I continued my path down her body, the water washing away the soap until there was none left. When I reached between Rosie’s legs, her knees buckled. She steadied herself against me, and I gently stroked her, watching closely as her pupils became so large, they almost eclipsed the blue iris. I increased the pressure, inserted one digit, then a second, seeing her gasp and clutch at my shoulder. A strangled breath escaped her. She contracted around my fingers, her body convulsing in pleasure.
A crooked grin crept across my face once I’d withdrawn my fingers. “Ready for a shower now?”
Rosie beat her fists against my chest, laughter spilling from her lips. “You’re incorrigible, Scott Lincoln.”
I saluted her. “Babe, I try my best.”
18
Rosie
It was only the second time we’d ever woken up together. After our shower the previous afternoon, we’d lay on Scott’s bed, watching movies and talking about music and the band, my modelling shoots, and a million other things besides. It almost felt as if we were a real couple.
One of Scott’s arms wrapped around me, the other hand rested between my legs. Gently, I stretched, trying to get some friction between our skin.
Last night had meant more to me than any of the other nights we’d spent together.
Actually talking and discovering what made him tick. Not just experiencing the unbridled lust we usually shared but making that deeper connection which real couples had. When he’d peered into my eyes during my last orgasm, my entire being melted. The intensity of his stare, the raw emotion of his release, my skin rippled all over again.
How did we move on from this?
Breakfast in bed might be a good start.
Trying not to wake him, I slid out from beneath him.
I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over my head as I marvelled at the sight of his naked body tangled in the sheets, seeing him properly for the first time.
