Page 37 of Naz & Roz

Roz grew silent, and her gaze locked on his. Her soft fingertips came up to stroke overtop the dusting of facial hair covering his jaw and cheeks. There was something in her eyes—something he knew because it reflected back in his. He wore that same look from the moment he laid eyes on her, and really saw her.

Still, he stayed quiet.

Unmovable.

This was all on her.

“I think I more than like it, actually,” Roz whispered.

“Oh?”

“Love it, maybe.”

Naz quirked a brow high. “Is that what this is—love?”

“Isn’t that a little crazy, Naz?”

“What, to be in love?”

“Maybe.”

“I’d rather be crazy than normal, Roz,” Naz returned. “And you’re far from normal, aren’t you?”

“Like you, too.”

“Mmm. Better we’re crazy together. It’s more fun this way.”

She swallowed audibly, and then her tongue peeked out to swipe across her bottom lip. Naz couldn’t help himself but to trace the same path her tongue had taken with the pad of his thumb. That gaze of hers—still locked on him and waiting, now—darkened, and he felt her bottom lip tremble under his touch.

He drew his hand away, but her voice stopped him. Airless, and aching. That’s how she sounded to him.

“Don’t stop now,” Roz said softly.

“Roz—”

Her legs tightened around him in that way again. The way that made her lower half press firmly against him. There was no hiding the hard ridge of his cock rubbing against the soft junction between her thighs, either.

“Fuck,” Naz mumbled. “Don’t start that out here.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not fucking you against a tree.” Naz’s smirk came back in an instant. “At least, not for your first time.”

Her cheeks pinked, and her lips popped open.

“That’s not how this should be,” he added quieter, drawing closer to the sweetness that was her mouth. “That’s never how your first time should be, Roz.”

“Shouldn’t it be how I want it to be?”

Naz chuckled. “No, what you want right now is to soothe the fucking ache, babe. You want to feel better. It’s called relief and release. That’s what you want. You think that’s sex, but it can be a lot of things.”

“I know what release is, Nazio.”

His grin deepened. “Oh, do you now?”

That pink color climbed down her throat. It only made Naz’s cock harder, really. “Well—”

He leaned closer until their noses touched, she couldn’t see anything but him, and his lips grazed hers as he said, “because you touch yourself, don’t you? You get yourself off, Roz. Is that how you know?”