Beautiful Rose (Beautiful Rose 1)

"He's about seven. I found him back home in London."

"And you brought him over here when you moved? God that is the sweetest thing I've ever heard." I giggled.

"He's family," he shrugged, reaching over to pet the cat. My fingers brushed past his, and for once, I didn't flinch or pull away. Was he touching me on purpose? His eyes flickered over mine. “I wasn't moving over here without him,” he muttered softly.

“Right,” I agreed, continuing to pet the cat, my fingers entangling in Jack’s. “His fur is so soft.” I moved closer, kneeling down on the floor so I was almost between Jack’s legs. My hand never strayed from the cat, and his eyes never moved from mine. I jumped as his fingers trailed up my arm, the touch causing the little hairs on my skin to jump to attention. Gosh, even my nipples were getting hard. I didn't doubt this guy could make me orgasm without actually touching my…anything…

“You look very sexy today,” He murmured, the muscle in his jaw tensing his eyes penetrated me.

All I could think about was that only a towel was separating myself from his naked body and his very obvious erection. How I longed to reach out and run my fingers over that bare tanned chest. Just thinking about it was making me wet and desperate to be touched. My thoughts abandoned me as he reached down and hoisted me up onto his lap. His lips crushed against mine as his hands gently cupped my neck. I let myself be pulled toward him, my legs resting comfortably on either side of his.

“I think this needs to go,” he whispered, kissing my neck as he fumbled with the buttons on my shirt.

I gasped as his hand ran over the bare skin of my back, under my shirt, as he appeared to give up on the buttons. I smiled, and lifted the top over my head.

“That's better,” he murmured, running his lips over my chest.

I moaned a little as he maneuvered my breast out from the safety of my black lace bra cup and took my nipple in his mouth. His eyes twinkled at me as he gently sucked, then bit down, then sucked some more on my nipple. Everything he was doing he did knowing just how crazy it was going to drive me.

“Holy shit, that feels good.” I breathed.

Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra and draped it over my shoulder, letting it fall to the ground behind us. Jack nodded his approval, his mouth still over one of my nipples while his hand gently tweaked the other. I arched my back, not sure how much more of this I could take.

“You have the sexiest breasts,” he mumbled, his hand curving around to the arch of my back. “I could spend all day playing with them.” I laughed as I bent down and kissed his wonderfully sexy chest. Pushing my hair aside, his fingers traced over my hairline as he guided my face back up.

Pressing my lips against his, I whimpered as I felt his erection press against my thigh. My hand reached for the towel still wrapped around his waist. He was hard and he needed no encouragement to spring out as the towel fell away. I giggled, causing him to shake his head at me.

“What's so funny? You know you could give a guy a complex giggling while you pull out his dick?” he chuckled softly.

“But not you?” I raised my eyebrows, my grip around his girth tightening.

“No, not me,” he muttered, guiding my mouth onto his.

I kissed him roughly as his hands gripped my thighs, my skirt riding up. Grabbing onto the sofa behind him I rocked myself, my hair falling around my face like a waterfall.

“God, Rose,” he muttered, his mouth again finding my nipple.

I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of his hands on me as they slowly made their way up over the curve of my hips until they rested on my waist. He was so warm, which was welcome against the coolness of my skin. Nobody had ever made me feel as alive as Jack made me feel. He did it completely without knowing it, too — like right now, the way he was running his hand down the crest of my back, causing tingles to erupt throughout my body. My hands curled around the nape of his neck as my fingers raked through his thick, curly hair, pressing him closer into me.

“Fuck, you feel amazing Rose,” he grunted.

I gasped as his fingers ran downwards, over my pelvis. This was incredible. His fingers, now so close to my wet pussy, slowly began to slide over the thin material that was separating us. He pulled my head toward his, our lips entwining. His tongue worked mine as he slipped his finger inside of me. I moaned, bucking my hips forward—my body needing more of him. God, what this man could do with one finger was insane. I whimpered as his finger slipped out. He grasped hold of my panties and yanked them off. My nether regions swooned. I wanted him inside me so badly it was killing me.

He was hard. His cock, so thick my hand just barely wrapped around it, was resting so close to my pussy. I moved my fingers up and down his girth as he fumbled through his wallet for a condom. He slipped it on then lifted me onto him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, riding him as he pushed himself inside me.

“God yeah,” he panted heavily.

Suddenly he lifted me off his lap and tossed me onto the sofa. Maneuvering himself between my legs, he pushed himself inside me again. I locked my ankles around his waist as the need to release began to build in me. He thrust himself hard against me, as his hand massaged my breast. He was so thick, the feel of him inside me was incredibly arousing.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he mumbled, looking down at me. He lifted my leg so it rested over his shoulder, allowing him to push deeper inside me. I was spinning out of control, barely holding on, and not sure how much longer I could wait.

“I'm going to . . . oh, god!” I gasped. Each push inside of me created new waves of ecstasy. I pulled his face in close to me, my lips finding his again. With one final thrust he released inside of me.

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“Well, I wasn't expecting that,” I mumbled, at a loss for words.

Jack smiled and kissed my forehead, his hands smoothing the hair from my face. I sighed, making no attempt to actually haul myself off the sofa and move, even though I knew I should be going.