Page 19 of Monarch
“Yes.” She bites her lip. “Yes, that’s what I want. I want you to use me. But wait…”
“What?” I prompt as she drifts off.
“I may need a vibrator. To get me off. I find it hard to get hard in the mornings sometimes.”
“Okay,” I say with a soft smile. “Where do I find that?”
“In my top drawer there.” She gestures to the bedside table.
“I can do that, and while I do, remind me of your safe word,” I say as I stretch behind me to find a vibrator and some lube. The vibe is pink and silicone and I hold it up for her to confirm it’s the right one, which she does with a nod.
“My safe word is Monarch,” she says, still not sounding very sure of herself.
“And mine ispaparùda,” I say as I slip my arm out from under Roos’ head. “Now go back to sleep, pretty girl. Let me take what I want.”
Roos dutifully closes her eyes as she rolls onto her back, but before she stills, she throws the covers off her body so I can see her slim physique spread out in front of me. Wearing just knickers and a baby pink cotton vest top with lace straps, I love how exposed she already is for me, and I itch to touch her breasts, lick my way down her slightly protruding ribs, kiss the peak of her jutting hipbones. But I’m also overcome with my own desire, and I am very aware of how little patience I have.. I want to rub and writhe against her until it makes me cry because fuck, I feel good. I feel so good in Roos’ bed. I feel like I’m waking up from a deep sleep, a hibernation that I don’t even recall falling into.
Besides, maybe we’ll have more time. Today, and maybe tomorrow, and next week. If Mum is okay with me staying here a little longer, maybe I can have more nights like this with Roos.
I squeeze some lube into the palm of one hand. I use my other to pull down the shorts Roos lent me, and then I lower the waistband of Roos’ knickers enough so I can see her. She’s perfectly proportioned, and the rosiest shade of pink, and I waste no timerubbing the lube on her, making her wet and ready for me, before applying what lube is left to myself.
I keep my eyes on Roos’ face as I throw a leg over her body and get in position.
“Such a good girl, sleeping so deeply for me,” I say in little more than a whisper. Her lips twitch, but she composes herself instantly, eyes remaining closed. I place my hands on either side of her head and lean down so she can feel my breath on her face. “I’m going to fuck you so good.”
“Hmm,” she moans before biting down on her lip as if to silence herself. She can’t see my smug smile, not that I would hold it back if she could.
Keeping my touch as light as I can, I straddle one of her lean thighs.
“I hope you’re having sweet dreams, pretty girl,” I say as I start to move. “I hope you’re dreaming of me fucking you like I am right now. Nice and slow. Using your beautiful body to get myself off.”
I try to keep my pace steady and my strokes long and slow, but it’s damn near impossible. My cunt is on fire, and I can’t get enough of her creamy soft skin. I didn’t lie when I told Roos yesterday that sometimes I really like having a cunt, and this precise moment in time, that has never been truer. As I ride Roos and rock my hips so each downward motion drags a blissful second of friction over my clit, I feel overwhelmed with an energy I can’t help but suspect is the divine feminine. As if to embrace this, I throw off the T-shirt Roos gave me last night – one I secretly want to keep because it’s very cool – and I start to play with my breasts.
“Am I naked in your dreams, Roos?” I ask her as I continue to fuck her leg. “Can you see my big, full breasts? Do you want to touch them? Do you want to play with my nipples, feel how hard and tight they are for you?”
“Oh, fuck.” Roos bites down on her lip again, but still she keeps her eyes closed like a very good sleepy submissive. I drop one of my hands to cradle her face as if giving her a reward for her discipline.
“You’re being such a good girl,” I say, my breath hitching now as I continue to pluck at my nipple and rock up and down on Roos. With my other hand, I pick up the vibe and turn it on. “You stay sleeping while I fuck you. Letting me use you, letting me take what I want from you. When you wake up, I’ll show you my breasts. I’ll let you play with them. I’ll let you lick and kiss and suck them.”
“Yes, hmm.” Roos’s eyes squeeze shut like she has to do it to stop them from opening.
“But right now, while you’re sleeping, I’m going to play with you, pretty girl.” I bring the vibrator between her legs. I roll it over the tip of her and her whole body twitches. “I’m going to touch you and tease you until you can’t take anymore. I’m going to play with your beautiful breasts until your nipples are hard and ready for my mouth. And then I’m going to suck them, lick them, bite them while you make me come so hard. And then…” I bite one of Roos’ nipples through the cotton of her top. “Then I’m going to take you in my mouth and eat you until you come for me.”
Roos doesn’t even try to hold back her moan, and the pressure in my clit is just too much, just that bit too sore that I can’t hold back. I lean over, suck on one of Roos’ nipples, and grind myself down on her until I’m coming so hard I can’t hear anything but my thumping pulse in my ears. When the aching waves of pleasure calm to a soft pulse, I look at Roos, who has opened her eyes completely now.
“Oh, you’re awake?” I say, although staying in the scene isn’t as easy as I’d like.
“I wanted to watch you,” she says simply.
“Did you like what you saw?” I ask, straightening up but making sure the vibe stays on her.
“Yeah.” Roos’ throat works as she swallows deeply, and one of her hands comes up to cup my face. “I really did.”
My breath stalls. I feel suspended in this moment as the thread of our connection gets tighter, thicker, stronger.
Oh, fuck. I really like this girl.
I’m grateful when I remember she hasn’t come, and so I can focus all my thoughts on that and not how I want to ask Roos if she feels it too. Does she feel like she’s met somebody she wants to know for longer than a few days or a week? Does she feel like she’s found something that she didn’t know was missing? Does she feel like the night we shared has healed a part of her that had been raw and open for far too long?
