Page 54 of Naz & Roz

Roz hadn’t been expecting it to feel like that.

Like his mouth was touching every single part of her all at the same time, except it was really only on one part of her. His fingers teased, and his mouth stroked. Tasting, and driving her higher and higher.

“Please,” Roz breathed.

Her shoulders hit the bed, and her back arched high. Fingers tangling into his hair because she needed something to hold onto. She knew what was coming, that orgasm … but it’d never quite felt like that before.

Never so sudden.

Never so strong.

Never so … everywhere.

And when she did finally fall from that high, high place … she wasn’t sure what she had expected. Certainly not for Naz to climb up over her with his legs pinning her to the bed as his hand circled her jaw, and he tilted her head back before his lips came down on hers. All the while, his hand was still working between her thighs. Harder, and faster. Pressing into a spot that had her shaking and whining even as he kissed her with the taste of her sex still on his mouth.

Maybe that was what made her come again.

Her taste on him.

The wildness in his eyes.

His hand holding her down.

Soft, and harsh, and way too much.

It still wasn’t nearly enough.

He had been right, though. More than, even. Once she had finally stopped trembling like a little leaf in the hurricane that was him, she was so fucking ready. It ached between her thighs, but not because she was hurting. Because she needed more. Something else entirely.

So fucking wet, her thighs were slick.

Crazy.

That’s how she felt.

Crazy.

So much so, that she pushed him back to the bed, and straddled him. Under the thin cotton of his boxer-briefs, the hard ridge of his erection pressed against her center when he reached for her again. Soft hands, but a tight hold.

He handled her like she was precious.

Careful, but firm.

His mouth was against hers again, whispering and promising. “It’s all on you, babe. It’s all you.”

It took but a minute for Naz to find a condom in the bedside table, and slide it down his length after pushing his boxer-briefs down before he was back where she wanted him the most. It was only once she had him in her hands, and pressing between her thighs that she finally felt like she could breathe again. There was no pain when she lowered down on him, only an overwhelming sense of fullness as she was filled in a whole new way.

It took a second.

And then two.

His hands on her face, and his mouth on hers. A shuddering exhale dancing across her cheek when he was all there, and she just needed a minute.

She was never going to get this moment back. This one perfect moment. It would never be exactly like this again even if it did only get better.

So, she wanted to feel it.

Remember it.

Naz’s thumb drew a line down Roz’s trembling lips. His gaze drifted over her face, slow and knowing. “Fucking look at you, huh?”

“I don’t know what to—”

“Move,” he murmured. “Don’t fucking ever worry about me. It’s about you, babe.”

Roz watched him through lowered lashes. The clench of his teeth when she shifted her hips, and the way his sounds deepened when she grinded against him. He might not have wanted her to worry about him, but her view was so much better when she did.

This was how she learned.

By sight.

And she liked what she was looking at.

She loved it.

“You make me crazy,” she told him.

“I know.”