Both her hands end up in my hair, and she tugs harshly, sending spikes of pain down my back to my gut, where they add to the warmth building there.
My cock strains against my pants, eager to sink home inside her, but not yet.
I don't let her go and I don't stop.
"Kon!" Rose cries out. She tries to jerk away, but I hold her against me and focus all of my attention on her delicate clit.
Soft licks, pointed flicks of my tongue, suction with my lips and kisses while she tosses herself back and forth.
Her heels collide with my back, her thighs tighten further around my head and she tugs on my hair as if she wants me to stop.
But each time I lessen the pressure, she draws me back in and her second orgasm arrives with a scream that leaves her trembling and shaking as if she's about to come apart at her joints.
Only then do I stop after kissing her swollen clit, marking my chin with her searing heat, and I lift my head.
"Oh… my god." Rose flops back down on the bed, her chest heaving violently while she gasps for air. Sweat gleams across her bare torso as she lies there utterly boneless. "Y'know," she says as I crawl up her body. "If this is how you do make-up sex, maybe we should fight more often."
"I do not want to fight," I murmur when we're face to face, and I kiss her delicately. "But if this is what you desire then perhaps we should argue about… decor. Food. The tiles in the bathroom."
"How mundane," Rose pants as she lazily drapes both her arms around my shoulders. "Are you telling me I can get sex like this if we argue over fabric swatches?"
"Maybe." My nose lightly nudges against hers, then I kiss the tip. "We should try it and see."
"You've raised the bar like…" She lifts her hand and holds it horizontally, then stretches her arm way above. "So if you're going to fight me over fabric and cushions, it better be one hell of an argument."
"Do you think I only need anger to pay you this much attention?"
Rose locks eyes with me and finally catches her breath, then she cups my cheek and shakes her head. "No, of course not. Are you telling me if I ask you, you'd just go down on me like that?"
My brow lifts. "You think I need to be asked? Did I not make myself clear in the swimming pool how utterly obsessed I am with you? How everything about you is like a drug to me?"
Something flashes in her eyes that I can't quite read, but it very briefly makes her look sad. Before I can question it, she leans up and kisses me softly.
"Hurry up and fuck me already," she murmurs against my lips. "I've almost forgiven you." Her lips curl into a smile and she kisses me again. I can't refuse her.
My clothes join hers on the floor but as I move between her thighs, Rose pushes me over on the bed and I land on my back.
She crawls over the top of me and settles down in my lap with her pussy aligned perfectly with my cock.
The tantalizing heat searing into my skin is enough to drive me crazy, but before I can comment, she adjusts herself and then I'm inside her.
Watching my cock disappear into her beautiful, hot body is utterly surreal, but then she starts to bounce and my mind goes blank.
She's so fucking beautiful.
The way her body sways and arches with every rise and fall, the way her breasts lightly bounce, how her hair drapes over one shoulder like a silken blanket and her abdomen clenches each time she sinks down onto me; I dare not blink in case I miss something.
I love her.
I do.
I love her smile.
I love how she makes me feel.
I love her laughter, her teasing, and her sweet way of talking.
It all floods up in my chest like a wave and I can't take the smile off my face—not that I want to.
