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Finally, she pulled away with a wet pop and tipped her chin up.
“What will it be, Lawson?” she asked. “Do you want to come on my tits? Or make me come on your cock?”
I blew out a breath at that decision.
“You ask the tough questions, Simmons.”
Rosie grinned, her lower lip caught between her teeth. I bent down and kissed her hard, our tongues sliding against each other. Yanking off my shirt, I grasped her hips, bringing my mouth to her ear.
“If we’re fucking in every room of my apartment,” I said. “Then I’m sure we have time to cross both choices off the list. Now turn around, sweetheart, and bend over.”
Tugging at Rosie’s hips as she moved to obey, I situated her on the edge of the mattress. Her ass was so perfect and round and all mine. Gliding my hand up her back, I unhooked her bra until she was completely bare for me. She gave a little pleased hum and folded her arms on the mattress, resting her chin atop her hands.
I tore myself away to grab a condom from the nightstand. When I returned to stand behind Rosie, I smoothed my palm over her ass, my fingers teasing at her soaked pussy.
“If you want to stop at any point, sweetheart, just say the word, all right?”
Rosie nodded. “Okay.”
After rolling the condom on, I nudged the tip of my cock to her entrance. As soon as I felt her tight, wet heat envelope me, all I wanted to do was plunge in with one thrust. But I slowly sank into her, savoring the way Rosie moaned as I pushed deeper and deeper, inch by inch. I finally stopped when my balls were pressed flush against her. I went still, waiting as her core fluttered around me, adjusting to my size.
“You feel amazing, baby,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss between her shoulder blades.
Rosie reached back and threaded our fingers together. I pulled out and sank back in with one long, languid stroke. She sighed and sagged into the mattress.
Anchoring my hands at Rosie’s hips, I started to thrust in a slow, steady rhythm. Despite the buzz of alcohol at the back of my brain, I was fully aware of how intoxicating this moment was - the feel of Rosie’s skin beneath my palms, the gorgeous arch of her back, the clutch of her silky heat around my cock.
“Harder,” Rosie gasped.
Squeezing her hip with a bruising grip, I slid my hand up, wrapped her hair around my fist. When I slammed into her, Rosie let out a loud, indecent moan.
“Listen to you, sweetheart,” I said. “My sweet, perfect Rosie making the filthiest sounds.”
I wanted her to wake the neighbors. I wanted the entire apartment building to hear proper Rosie Simmons falling apart and screaming my name.
She clutched at the sheets as I pounded into her. The slap of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by Rosie’s breathlessyes yes yes.
When her pussy clenched around me, I knew she was close. But my hips stuttered, my pace growing sloppy. Desperate, I clenched my teeth, determined to hold on. Hooking an arm around Rosie’s hips, I found her clit, stiff and wet and aching to be touched.
A moment later, my orgasm burst through me. I thrust deep, buried balls-deep inside Rosie as I pulsed and throbbed. I circled her clit even as I slumped on top of her, my knees weak.
Rosie pushed back against me, fucking herself on my cock. Chasing her own release. She was relentless - rolling her hips, squeezing, working herself up and down my shaft. Shocks of oversensitivity made me flinch but I held out until Rosie came, shuddering, shaking.
I peppered kisses along her back and shoulders, giving her skin a little playful pinch between my teeth. My cock was going soft and I knew I would have to pull out eventually but I wasn’t looking forward to the loss of contact.
“That’s number two,” I murmured against her neck. “Are you sure you want more?”
“Absolutely,” Rosie replied.
***
The next morning, everything was sore but I didn’t regret it for a single second. The sheets were pooled around my waist, my cock half hard somehow and twitching beneath the fabric. Despite fucking twice in the bedroom, once in the kitchen, and again in the shower last night, I was still ready for another round.
When I hit my forties, my sex drive had taken a nosedive. I simply didn’t have the same stamina as I did in my twenties. But Rosie certainly kept me going, igniting a physical reaction in me so strong that I couldn’t resist.
At the thought of Rosie, I stretched, my hand sliding across the bed to find her soft warmth.
But the sheets were empty and cold. I sat up.
