Rose was getting a kick out of it, watching Diesel peck his way all up her leg until she was flat on her back and he was now on top of her. It happened so fast like lightning, she didn’t even realize it until it happened. He was just that...quick.
Breathing erratically while his chest was pressed firmly against hers, Diesel was going in for what felt like their first kiss. Sure, he’d sneak in a kiss or there, but this kind of kiss was different. He approached her lips like a yellow light blinking caution, but was ready to gun for it anyway.
“Rose?” he said gently against in her mouth, a light swipe leading to something delightfully sweet. He wasn’t sure what it was, a combination of sweetness, but he liked it. No, he loved it, wanting more of it and HER. After a few seconds, he said it again as her mouth hung open, waiting for him to taste of her mouth again, close to screaming. “Rose, baby?”
She couldn't take it anymore, wishing he'd just take control and end this painful anticipation She wasn't strong enough to resist him much longer. She didn't want to anyway. And every time he called her, her resolve weakened a little more, waking her center up.
“Yes,” she uttered, twisting and squirming underneath him.
“I’m so sorry,” he confessed knowing this could be destructive, dropping his forehead on hers to which she wound her hips, her center rubbing against his. He shook his head no while every nerve ending from his fingertips to his toes bellowed yes, eager to unleash the side of him she didn't even know existed.
“Why are you sorry?” she probing, searching his eyes as she silently begged him to fuck her. Especially since it was her that didn't know what she wanted, making him chase what was knew was rightfully his.
Just this one time. That’s it and I won’t go here ever...again, he thought, wrestling internally, yet he knew it was lie. There was no one of anything when it came to Rose or he would have stopped the night they'd met.
She had no clue what she was giving him permission to do. It was more than physical. He wanted all of her. He wanted to lick her, taste her, feel her, fuck her, and then own her to the point where they co-existed. No end where she didn't begin, caught up. Then he finally asked, licking his lips before he grunted.
“Rose, baby? Let me taste you?”
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