126. Rosalyn

ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-SIX

ROSALYN

My core pulses and my knees shake as I come apart on Nathan's fingers.

It's so intense that I close my eyes and let him take my weight, because if it wasn't for his arm around me, I'd collapse to the tile floor.

"That's fucking it." Nathan's groan is loud against my back, and he rocks his hips against me.

He pulls his hand free from my pussy, and a moment later, the water is off.

My eyes fly open when I'm suddenly airborne, in Nathan's arms, bridal style, like when he carried me to his office.

"Can't wait," he grits out, fingers tightening on my damp skin.

We exit the shower, but Nathan doesn't pause for a towel.

Leaving a trail of water, he carries me out of the bathroom and drops me on the bed.

The droplets collecting on my skin soak into the fluffy comforter below me, and my hair is a wet mess around my head, but I can't pretend to care about any of it, because Nathan is crawling over me.

I spread my legs, lifting my knees, and Nathan doesn't stop until he's directly above me .

With his eyes on mine, he reaches between us and lines the tip of his dick up with my entrance.

Love you.

The words are there.

In his eyes.

Stuck in my throat.

Floating between us.

I reach for him, hooking my hands under his arms and gripping his back.

He pushes into me, inch by hard inch.

I pull him closer.

My breath is coming in pants as I stretch around him.

It's been so long.

Too long.

And I need him closer.

"Nathan," I moan, straining my neck up toward him.

"My Rosie," he groans.

Then he shoves his hips forward as he drops his mouth to mine.

Our tongues battle.

My nails dig into his skin.

His cock thickens inside me.

And our breaths are one.

I inhale his exhale.

He fills his lungs with mine.

We move.

My hips lift.

His thrust.

We taste each other.

We memorize each other.

And I cling to this moment between us.

I etch it onto my soul.

I squeeze my eyes shut as tears drip from my lashes.

I love this man so fucking much.

And I want to keep him.

Nathan grunts as he thrusts his hips.

His movements are getting rougher .

He's pushing deeper.

And I know he's close.

A hand moves between us, and his fingers are on my clit again.

"Give me that second one, Rosie. Give it to me now." He keeps slamming inside me. "I'm not pulling out this time. I'm filling your pussy up. I'm stuffing my pretty Little Rose full of my seed."

His filthy words are all it takes.

A sob leaves my throat, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him to me as I come around his length.

Nathan throws his head back and lets out a guttural sound as his cock pulses inside me.

Filling me.

Just like he promised.