Chapter 21 - Bigby

I grab Rosa's hips, burying my face between her legs, tracing around her clit with my tongue in the way I know drives her crazy. She buries her hands in my hair, her body arching up from the bed. She pants, whispering my name again and again, and I make a pact with myself to get her somewhere I can make her scream.

She smells like vanilla and sea salt, almost exactly like she did in college. I remember that I got her all the same products and laughed against her clit, which makes her body jerk against me.

It's overwhelming—tasting her, feeling her, having her here with her legs draped over my shoulders again.

Just as her body starts to tremble, I hook a finger inside of her, groaning against her pussy at the feeling of those warm walls tight around me. She lets out a sound, then claps a single hand over her mouth as her body writhes, releasing under me. Rosa stifles her moans into her hand, and it's one of the hottest things I've ever seen.

My cock is rock-hard, rubbing against the edge of the bed, and I know if I don't get it inside her soon, I might come from the satisfaction of watching her buck her hips on my bed. When I rise up, I grab my shirt from the floor, wiping my mouth hastily before returning to her. She eagerly meets my mouth with hers, reaching up for me and wrapping her legs around my middle.

"Fuck, Bigby," she murmurs as I settle one hand on her hip, the other braced above her on the bed. "Maybe you don't need any new tricks."

"Thank god," I say, "I'm already at capacity."

I lean down and kiss her deeper, sliding my tongue over hers, my hands roaming over every part of her body, squeezing her thighs, palming her breasts, like I have ten seconds to memorize every slope and curve before drawing her naked body from memory. I think, distantly, that I could.

I pull back from her, breathing hard and meeting her eyes. She's unbearably beautiful, and I wonder, not for the first time, why she would choose to be with a guy like me. Rosa could have any man she wanted, but she chose me. She got hot for me in that chemistry room, not any of the other preppy Stanford assholes. The thought makes me even more turned on, if it's possible.

When I stay braced over her, she wiggles her hips.

"Aren't you going to let me up?" she says, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Before, when we were together in college, our best position was with Rosa bent over the bed. The thought of it makes my cock jump, the image of her bent over this bed, arms braced as I pound into her from behind. It's the best position for me to get deep inside her while she touches herself. She likes it when I grab her hips; I like how carnal it is.

But now, looking down at her, I don't want it like that. Not just yet.

"I want to look at you," I murmur, pulling her hair away from her neck and kissing her there. "I want to watch your face the first time I'm inside you again."

Rosa lets out a little breath when I notch the tip of my dick at her entrance, every cell in my body begging me to slide into her, fill her to the hilt, but I need to take this slow. I need to remind her why she loved being with me—the attention and care I take with her in bed.

I know my size is intimidating—in more ways than one—and the last thing I want to do is hurt her by going too fast, too quick.

Her hair spreads away from her face, fanning over the pillow. There's the cutest blush spreading over her cheeks, that familiar, glazed look in her eyes from when she's had a good orgasm. I want her like this every single day.

Rosa is in my bed. Rosa is naked in my bed, spread out beneath me, looking blissed out and ready for me to fuck her again.

I slide in just an inch, and she gasps, scratching up my back lightly, her back arching, her breasts pressing into my chest. I slide out, then back into the same place, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Reaching up, I catch her hands with mine and pin them above her head, remembering how wild that used to make her. It works exactly the same, and she growls low in her throat, trying to thrust her hips toward mine when I slide into her again.

"Gods, Bigby, are you trying to edge me? I've been waiting years to get fucked like this again, and you're giving me nothing. Just—"

"Rosa, if you keep talking like that, I'm going to—"

"So do it. I don't remember you being this much of a—"

My hips thrust forward, and I slide all the way into her. My cock is completely surrounded by her walls, and I can feel them pulsing around me, feel the tip of my cock against her g-spot. My body is shaking at the feeling, and I drop my head to the crook of her neck, letting out a low rumble when she whimpers in response, yanking lightly on her hands. I hold them firm, not giving her the freedom she wants.

I learned a long time ago that sometimes Rosa likes to be bossed around. Not during everyday life, but certainly in bed.

" Yes , please, keep doing that," she gasps, and so I do, pulling out and slamming into her, keeping her hands above her head. As I thrust, filling her with each roll of my hips, I lean down, taking one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and nipping the way I know she likes.

Every noise she makes, every gasp and whimper and a near-silent whisper of my name, spurs me on, until the bed is rocking against the wall, and I feel feral like I might lose my mind if I don't make this woman come again, if I don't feel her walls tightening around my dick.

I won't come until she does, even if it kills me.

Releasing her hands, I move one hand to her throat, squeezing lightly, watching her eyes go wide, then roll back in pleasure, her body finally hitting its climax beneath me. Her legs tighten around my waist.

She tries to throw a hand over her face, but I catch the crook of her elbow, forcing it away so I can look at her, and watch the waves of pleasure as they roll over her.

I've been missing this. Jacking off is nothing—it doesn't even come close to the pleasure of being inside of the woman I love, becoming something more than just myself, the two of us, alone in the dark, connecting with each other in a way we can't with anybody else.

"I love you, Rosa," I murmur as I come inside her, my seed filling her and spilling out onto the sheets. Pleasure rolls through me, controlling my body, and I ride it out until it's done, and I feel completely exhausted.

Rosa's body goes limp beneath me, her breaths coming slower and slower, and when I pull out of her, she doesn't react. I love her. The feeling is potent, almost too much to contain.

As I clean up the mess and tuck her into the bed, listening as she snores softly, I try not to think about the fact that she didn't say it back.