Page 53 of Resisting You
“We definitely didn’t have sex the other night,” she said, her eyes locked onto my cock, wide-eyed and mesmerized.
I ripped the foil with my teeth and rolled it on. “What makes you say that?”
“Because, drunk or not, I definitely would have rememberedthat.”
I brought my hand to cup her jaw and ran my thumb across her bottom lip, dragging her gaze back to mine as I climbed over her onto the bed. My nose brushed across hers, our breathing syncing and I can’t seem to break eye contact. Not even as I skimmed my lips over hers.
I scraped my teeth over her bottom lip, nibbling and sucking and drinking in her moans. I’d waited for this for so long. So many years I’d dreamed of Rosa being right here in my bed…
In my arms.
I positioned myself at her entrance, pausing, swallowing my groan. Looking into the depths of her dark brown eyes, I asked, “Is this okay?”
She drew in a short breath as her lips turned up in a small, intimate smile. “Yes, Noah,” she whispered.
I lowered again to kiss her and she tasted—Jesus Christ—nothing has ever tasted as good as her lips. I’ve kissed hundreds of women; some real kisses, some stage kisses, and nothing compared to this.
Not a goddamn one.
Slowly, I sank inside of her, burying myself inside her to the hilt.
Fuck me, she was tight.
We stayed in that position for a long moment; neither of us moving. Hell, neither of us daring to breathe. This was what heaven would feel like, I was sure of it.
On a staggering breath, she drew my face to hers, kissing me deeply as she rotated her hips against me.
I pulled in a sharp inhale at the sensation of her tight body gripping mine, moving against me. Then, in a swift movement, she rolled me over onto my back, climbing on top of me, straddling my hips and lifting up before gliding smoothly back down over me, taking me all the way back inside of herself.
I hissed, my hands falling to her hips, gripping her, steadying myself because nothing has ever felt like this. I guided her up and down over my cock as she rode me, her hair falling in dark cascading curls over her shoulders and down her back. Sweat dotted between her breasts and I glided my thumb across her clit as she continued coming down on me faster, harder, more erratically.
I wasn’t going to last. Not like this. Not with her.
I’d waited too damn long. So much time and wanting and fucking desiring of this woman and now here we were in the throws of slick ecstasy that I wanted to last forever and it couldn’t. It wouldn’t.
Dragging my hand down her slick, sweat dotted body, she arched into my touch, the position taking me even deeper inside of her and we both moaned as she cried out my name.
My thumb flicked faster against her clit as she continued thrusting her body up and down over top of my cock. Her thighs on either side of me trembled violently as she lost the battle, giving into her climax with a throaty cry. Her body tightened around me, pulsing, contracting.
I exhaled in relief, soaking in every last pulse of pleasure. I pistoned my hips up in one final thrust as my balls grew tight and my stomach knotted with the rush of my climax. I pounded into her as every last drop spilled out of me inside her warm, wet heat and I didn’t miss her sigh of pleasure as she took every drop.
Sated,I dragged her mouth back down to mine, kissing her, chest to chest. Our muscles liquid as my mouth travels across her flesh, planting kisses all over her.
Perfect.
She was utterly perfect. And she was mine.
For a little longer at least.
Chapter 19
Rosa
“Your homework for this week, if you can find the time, is to keep a journal of when you feel your anxiety building.” I leaned forward and adjusted my screen for the zoom camera.
“A log… like a diary?” Jason asked.
It was my first trial appointment with Jason and Lilly and based on his tone, I could tell the idea of a diary and homework wasn’t very appealing to him. To be fair, it wasn’t appealing to most clients.
