Chapter 36 - Rosa

Bigby walks me to the bed, kissing my neck and shoulders, his hands grazing over my hips, my ass, slipping under the hem of my nightgown and tightening on the fronts of my thighs, pulling me tight against him.

I let out a loud breath when he puts his hand on my lower back, pushing me so my torso is flat against the bed. He kicks my heels out to spread my legs, his breath coming faster and faster, his hard cock already teasing at my entrance.

"Touch yourself," he growls, and I snake my hand under my body, finding my clit, which is already swollen from the arousal of having Bigby's dick in my mouth. No matter how often I see it, I'm always shocked when it comes out again. How can one man be so big?

His hands find the hem of my nightgown, and he pushes it up so it's bunched around my lower back. Planting one hand on the small of my back, he reaches the other hand down, sliding a single finger inside me.

"Oh, fuck, baby," he murmurs, "you're ready for me, aren't you? Did sucking my dick get you wet?"

I nod into the mattress, and he reaches up, taking a handful of my hair and pulling my head back. The sting of the pull on my scalp instantly translates to pleasure, and I feel myself getting more wet, my nipples peaking against the bed sheet, the friction of it almost too much to bear.

He slides his finger in and out, hooking at just the right spot. As good as it feels, my body aches to feel him inside me, and I rock my hips back, looking for that pressure that I can only get from having him buried in my pussy.

"Please, Bigby," I gasp, and he releases my hair, replacing his hand on my back and pulling his finger out. Still touching me, stroking up and down my pussy, he finds my entrance and guides his cock in, pushing inside just enough that a wave of pleasure floods through me, the anticipation of having him deep already helping me build toward a climax.

The next time he pushes in an inch, I rock my hips back, taking him in deeper and letting out a gasp at the sensation. He grips my hips, his growl filling the room.

"Do you think you're in control, Rosa?" he murmurs, sliding his dick in a fraction deeper. I whimper, trying to move my hips, but he holds them in place, giving me only the smallest portion of his full length.

"You're not in control when I'm fucking you," he says, pulling out and teasing my entrance with his cock again. I can feel my orgasm on the horizon, but I won't be able to get there until I have him inside me.

"When you're sucking my dick," he says, inching in again, "you can have control. But not here. Not now. When I'm fucking you over the side of the bed, I call the shots. I don't want you moving your fucking hips and taking me too fast—do you understand?"

"Yes," I hiss, my face pressed into the mattress, my body shaking with the control it takes not to rock back again, wanting his cock on my g-spot. I'm moving my fingers around my clit, building the pleasure, but I need him. I need Bigby to come.

"Yes, what?" he asks, giving me another inch, and I gasp loudly into the mattress. Back in college, we started experimenting, giving and yielding control, and switching who was in charge. It turns out that when you're both bossy, it feels good to trade roles.

"Yes, sir ," I breathe, and he smacks my ass, giving me what I want and sliding his dick inside me to the hilt, his balls slapping against me loudly. One of his hands continues to grip my hip, hard, while the other finds my hair, pulling my head back, as he pounds in, yanking my ass back so I'm flush with his body, and he has the purchase to go as deep as possible inside me.

Almost instantly, the slow build turns into a hurtling ascent, and I scream into the mattress.

"I'm going to come," I say, and he takes that as an order to go harder, faster, our bodies rocking into the bed with such force that the mattress slides a bit, but Bigby doesn't stop, doesn't let up until I unravel, my body convulsing with waves of pleasure.

The second I start, he follows, his final thrusts coming harder and faster, the warm, filling sensation of his semen inside me as I relax against the bed.

"Rosa," he murmurs a moment later, running his hands up and down my back, cupping my ass, kissing the spot where my spine pushes against my skin.

He disappears, and I take the chance to climb into the bed, pulling the covers up to my chin, breathing deeply at the soothing feeling of everything being okay—no worries about Kaila, no worries about my father, just contentedness.

I just know that Bigby is on his way back to me and will never leave again.

"Here, love," he says, reappearing a moment later, a warm cloth in his hand. He helps to clean me up, then is gone for a moment before showing up again, sliding into the bed next to me.

We're both completely naked, and our bodies slot together in a way that's entirely animal, but not sexual. Two sleeping beings, staying close for comfort and warmth.

Bigby kisses my shoulder, breathing deeply as he does.

"After I left you," he says, his voice low enough that I almost don't hear it, "I smelled your scent everywhere. In D.C. In Vegas. Everywhere the team went, it was like you were there. I thought something was wrong with me, but I think it was just my body reminding me that you're mine. And you always will be."

"Bigby," I say, twisting in his arms and taking a deep breath. "I want to stay in Rosecreek. I think Kaila is happier here than she ever was in California—I think it's a great place for her to grow up."

"Okay," he says, and I feel the joy expanding in his chest like it's my own.

"Okay," I murmur, sleep already taking over my body. I'm just about to drift off when I think of something else, and I say, a little too loudly, "And we'll travel all the time."

"Whatever you want, Rosa. I'll do anything if you'll stay."

"I love you, Bigby."

"I have always loved you, Rosa. And I always will."

For the first time in almost a decade, I fell asleep quickly, and there was not a single worry on my mind.