Her breath caught.
“Is this okay, ángel?” I whispered in her ear, feeling like a selfish bastard even when I asked.
A small part of me expected her to complain, hoped that she would turn and ask what the hell I was doing, what kind of liberties I was taking, but a contented sigh left her lips.
“I thought I’d been dreaming,” she said low, so low, her hands coming to grip my forearms and snuggling against me. She fucking snuggled into my hard-on, like there was nowhere else she’d rather be. “But it’s real. You’re here.”
My mouth teased the shell of her ear. “You’re not dreaming; you’re awake.” And because I was in fact a selfish bastard and I had happily learned what it did to her, I made sure to murmur in Spanish, “Buenos días, preciosa.”
A puff of air left her, and her backside shifted again, rubbing herself against my cock. She moved up and down, knowing exactly what she was doing to me.
My lips parted, a groan wanting to escape, my hips dying to move against her, my teeth ready to nibble her ear while I whispered all the things I wanted to do to her.
“Hmm, it still feels like a dream,” she said in a breathy voice that sent more blood straight to my dick, making it pulse with need.
I hummed in response, allowing that hand on her stomach to search for the edge of her top. I slipped my fingers underneath, the contact of our skin heating my blood, obscuring everything but my need for her.
“You feel like a dream, too,” I told her, burrowing my nose in her hair, inhaling slowly. “Smell like one, too.”
A shiver rocked Rosie’s body, and her fingers wrapped around my wrist, urging me to touch her, as if I needed any encouragement.
Letting more of my weight fall on her, I trailed my hand up, up, up, passing her stomach, her ribs, reaching the underswell of her breasts. A groan slipped from my mouth when I was reminded she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Rosie pressed her ass to my cock again, spurring me on. And once more, I didn’t stop myself. I couldn’t when she felt so good against me, under my touch.
The back of my fingers grazed the warm skin, making her shiver. And Lord, it took me less than a second to have my hand cupping the fullness of her breast.
Something close to a “Yes” left her lips and my fingers shifted, the pad of my thumb flicking over her nipple.
I wanted to hear that yes again, but louder. Clearer. Leaving her mouth in a cry of pleasure, followed by my name. I wanted to fuck all of that right out of her. But there was something I was forgetting. Something that—
Fuck.
“Rosie,” I rasped out. “Your brother’s sleeping on the couch, less than fifteen feet away.”
Her head shook, her back arching further, luring me right back into the haze, pushing me closer and closer to a point of no return.
“He sleeps like the dead,” she slurred.
My index finger joined my thumb, closing around her nipple, and I wanted to roar in frustration at knowing that I couldn’t tease her as hard or as long as I wanted. That I’d need to stop myself soon.
Rosie whimpered very softly, her ass now moving up and down in my lap, teasing my cock with swaying motions.
Taking my hand off her breast with what took all my goddamn willpower, I stilled her roughly against me.
I counted down to three.
“Rosie,” I warned her, bringing my mouth to her ear. Grazing my teeth over the sensitive skin, even when I shouldn’t have. “You need to stop that.”
But she didn’t. She moved again, making my cock swell and pulse with a blinding wave of need. “But it feels so good,” she mumbled, sounding out of breath. “Doesn’t it feel good for you, too?”
It did.
“Preciosa,” I growled in her ear. “It feels fucking amazing.” And I shouldn’t have, I really shouldn’t have, but I thrusted against her. Just once. “So good I’ll come in my sweats if you keep this on.”
“That’s not a bad thing,” she answered quickly, need coating her hushed words. “I like that.”
She tried to move again, but I managed to stop that, turning her and pinning her with the full weight of my body. And I felt the shift, the moment it registered in her how much she loved being pinned under me. A moan rumbled in her chest.
I cursed myself.
“You love this, beautiful Rosie?” I heard myself whispering, locking her between me and the mattress. She nodded, her breathing turning labored, hectic. “You love giving me control, having me all over you?” Another nod. And without being able to stop myself, I thrusted against her ass again. One last stroke. The last one. “It’d feel so good if I made you come like this, Rosie.”