Nestled against my morning wood.
Dios. Never had a hard-on felt so good, and never had it been so… inconvenient. Inconvenient for… reasons I couldn’t recall.
Reasons my dick didn’t care for when Rosie’s body was so warm and soft against mine. Reasons that seemed unimportant the more time passed with my arms around her waist, or the higher my palm hiked up her stomach, or the deeper my nose dug into her hair.
Rosie shifted, her ass wiggling in my lap, and my hard-on stood to attention, any remaining trace of sleep dissipating and bringing me fully awake.
A breath left my mouth forcefully, and I had to still myself from doing something crazy, something bad. Something like positioning her body so she would rub against me just right. Just—
Rosie’s hips moved again, sliding along my length and turning my dick to steel.
“Ah, joder,”I breathed out.
Without being able to help myself, I splayed my fingers on her stomach, letting the tops of my fingertips reach her ribs. I needed to stop this, to stop myself, but I couldn’t. Didn’t really want to. Everything in me wanted her closer, fused against me, and that overpowered any good intentions I might have had at some point in the past. That was probably why I couldn’t stop my arms from curling around her, why I couldn’t stop myself from pulling her back, right up against me.
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. Shefuckingsnuggled 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 thatyesagain, 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.