by Joanna Blake
I pulled my jeans down and stopped. I waited in my panties and socks, wondering what he would do. He crossed his arms and stared at me.
"I thought I told you to strip."
I almost giggled at the harsh tone of his voice but I thought better of it. Quickly, I kicked off my socks and panties. He just looked me over slowly, his breathing labored. I felt my skin growing hot and pink under his gaze.
Finally he reached for me, guiding me onto my back in the center of the bed. He pulled off his shirt and held up one spoon and the jar of honey. He scooped out a heaping spoonful and climbed onto the bed.
He knelt over me, holding up the spoon.
"You asked if this was desert. It is. But not for you."
He smiled at me.
"For me."
I gasped as he spread honey over my nipples.
"You are the desert."
The next spoonful went between my thighs. He slathered the honey on my pussy lips. It was cool and strange feeling.
After a moment it began to tingle. And itch a little bit. I squirmed a bit but he scolded me immediately.
"Hold still and bend your knees."
I did as he asked.
"Lift your hips."
I felt so exposed as I raised my hips. I was basically putting my most private parts on display. But he wasn't looking at me. He was arranging two plump pillows beneath my hips.
Then he took another scoop of honey.
And put it between my cheeks.
"Nico!"
"You promised to trust me, right?"
I nodded.
"I do."
He smiled, putting the honey aside.
"Well, we are going to try something different tonight. I think you'll like it. And if you don't, we can stop. But let me try, okay?"
"Alright."
He grinned at me.
"This is just the opening act. I promise it will get much more exciting as the night goes on."
My toes curled just from his words. And the way he was looking at me. He looked like he was starving as he leaned over me, softly kissing my lips.
"Are you ready?"
I nodded, still wiggling a bit from the strange feeling of the honey. He grinned and started working his way down my body. Soft light kisses and touches. He ignored my nipples as he stroked the sides of my breasts. He did the same with my belly and thighs.
Soon I was wiggling in earnest, desperate for him to touch me where I needed it most.
"Nicholas... please..."
He nipped inner thigh, making me squeal. Then he slid his tongue up my cleft.
Ahhhhh... Sweet relief.
He didn't linger though. Instead he pressed sticky kisses back up my belly to my breasts. At last he began to clean the honey off my hard and aching nipples. He was slow and thorough, his hands stroking my thighs.
I realized my hips were rocking as I reached for him.
"No hands."
I lowered my hands from his shoulders immediately.
"Good girl."
He pulled a nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it. I almost screamed from the pleasure of it. I was mindless with lust now, wanting him to touch me, lick me, fuck me.
But Nico would not be rushed.
He cleaned both nipples several times, his fingers still softly stroking close to my pussy lips. I was whimpering as he finally started to kiss his way back down my body. This time he settled between my thighs.
He kissed my thigh and then blew on me. I jumped, waiting eagerly for him to begin. Finally he did, making one slow stroke of his tongue against my sticky lips. I gasped at the absolute pleasure of it. He cleaned me thoroughly, periodically stopping to tease my clit with his tongue. But never for long enough to take me over the edge.
Instead, I hovered there, aching and straining for more pressure. For him.
He pushed my thighs apart and went lower. Suddenly, his lips and tongue were lower, pressing against my bottom. I was so sensitive there it took me by surprise. But it felt good.
Really, really good.
My pussy felt exposed and abandoned. I wanted him to touch me there. But this also felt good in a strange and forbidden way. My head was tossing on the pillows as I reached for his head.
"No hands Rosie."
I groaned and made my hands into fists, holding them out to the sides. I was trying to obey him but it was so hard. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to make him hurry.
I felt myself getting cleaner as he stripped the honey from my skin. Then I moaned as he pushed his tongue inside my bottom. He pushed it in and out repeatedly, holding my cheeks apart so he could get deeper. One hand reached up to stroke my clit.
That was it. I shattered into a million pieces of light.
I came hard, my body shuddering helplessly under the onslaught of his hands and mouth.
He chuckled knowingly but did not stop. Now he was using his fingers in my bottom. One and then another. His other hand teased my clit into another orgasm.
That's when I felt it. He was rubbing the coconut oil on me now. Then his fingers disappeared and the wide hard tip of his cock took their place. Realization dawned.
I was sore so he was going to fuck me a different way.
A very, very different way.
"Oh...."
"Let me in Rosie."
I shuddered as he pressed the tip of his head into my tight hole.
"It's okay Rosie. Relax. I won't hurt you."
He stroked my clit again, faster now. I groaned as he inched deeper inside me. I felt so open, so full. It didn't hurt though. It just felt strange.
"Is it alright love?"
I nodded. It was. Everything we had done felt strange at first. But I trusted him. I had promised to be open.
"Unfff... you're so tight Rosie. Jesus..."
I was going to cum again I realized. I stared down at his busy fingers and his cock where it met my body. He was barely inside me. The way his thick shaft looked... his flat belly... his skin against mine.
I started to thrash on the bed as I came. He held my hips in place so my upper body took the brunt of it, raising almost completely off the cool sheet beneath me.
"Yes... oh fuck Rosie you feel so fucking good!"
He was pushing forward, much deeper now. I was still coming as he started to thrust, fucking me slow and hard.
"Nico..."
He froze.
"Do you want me to stop?"
I shook my head.
"Never."
Chapter Twelve
Nicholas
Every cell in my body felt like it was ready to explode as I plunged in and out of her tight virgin ass. Rosie was letting me have my way with her. Fuck, she was doing more than letting me.
She was loving it.
I forced myself to slow down. I wanted to just bury my cock in her sweet ass and never come out again. But it was her first time and I couldn't go too hard.
I pulled out and turned her over. Now her gorgeous round cheeks were in the air, held up by the pillows at the perfect height. I groaned at the sight, eager to start again. But with control.
Slow and easy...
I pressed the tip of my oiled up cock to her rosebud again. Slowly I pushed myself in. I'd never felt anything so tight and hot in my life. The fact that it was the sweet, prim and proper girl I was falling in love with made it all the more intense.
"Just relax Rosie. It's alright. That's it..."
She made a soft sound of agreement and I closed my eyes. I tried to wait. I tried to just savor the feeling of her pucker clenching around my shaft. But it was too much.
I lifted one leg and grabbed her hips. Then I went to town. I started slow but I didn't stop until I was all the way inside her. She was stretching to accommodate me, bless her heart.
My Rosie was a very talented young lady.
My Rosie.
Mine.
I was keeping her. Fuck the rules. I was going to break them all. I didn't give a damn about
her title or the contract I'd signed. I'd give the money back. It didn't matter.
All I cared about was the gorgeous girl underneath me, letting me do unspeakably filthy things to her.
Filthy things that felt clean with her somehow.
They felt right.
I groaned, my balls starting to swell. I reached down and slid my hand beneath her to find her clit. My thrusts were shorter now, more erratic. I felt her ass start to convulse around me as I brought her to another orgasm.
That's all it took to send me over the edge to oblivion.
Light filled my body as my cock pulsed deep inside her. I couldn't stop fucking her now. In the back of my mind I was hoping I wasn't hurting her. But I had lost all control.
My hands clenched on her hips as I rode her vigorously, my cock driving home again and again.
I roared like an animal as the cum poured out of me. It felt as if I hadn't come for days. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.
By far.
I forced myself to stop, slow down my wild thrusting. I held still as the last tremors shook us both. Finally, I tugged my cock free of her tight little ass. Her perfect, beautiful, amazingly fuckable ass.
I kissed her shoulders, the small of her back. Then I lifted her limp body and carried it into the bathroom. I turned on the shower with one hand, holding her up with the other.
She smiled at me shyly as the steam started to fill the room.
My heart felt like it was cracking in two from that smile.
"Let me wash you."
She nodded and I poured shower gel onto her chest. With one hand I rubbed her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples were hard in an instant. She moaned a bit as I toyed with them.
My voice was low and husky as I laughed, turning her this way and that in my hands. My hands were on her bottom as she braced herself against the wall. I took my time, letting the water sluice away my seed. I cupped her bottom and squeezed it.
"You are perfect, did you know that?"
She glanced over her shoulder at me.
"No, I'm not."
I growled and turned her around, burying my face in her shoulder.
"Yes you are. And you're far too good for me."
She grabbed my face and stared at me.
"Don't say that Nico. You're the kindest, best man I know. I love you."
I swallowed, staring down at her helplessly. I wasn't any of those things. But I would take her love anyway.
"I love you too, Rosie."
I squeezed her against me.
"I've never said that to anyone else before."
She smiled.
"Me either."
I lifted her up and carried her out of the shower. Then I tenderly dried her off and carried her to another bedroom. She looked at me, a question in her eyes.
I shrugged.
"The other one is sticky. Besides we have so many rooms to christen..."
She laughed and let me tuck her into bed.
"Thirsty?"
She nodded sleepily.
"I'll be up in a minute."
I went down stairs to get her something to drink. I heard my phone beeping from my jacket pocket and pulled it out. I knew who it was anyway.
A sense of dread filled my belly as I read the text.
Rebecca was eager for information on her little plan.
Progress report???
I closed my eyes. I was not going to tell her what we had just done. I wasn't going to ruin it.
Fuck it. Let her wonder.
I just risked fifty thousand dollars by skipping the chance to impregnate Lady Rosalie. I was considering telling Rebecca to stuff the rest of the money up her ass. I sighed and pecked out a text.
Nothing to report.
It took about two seconds for Rebecca to text me back.
Seriously? That's it?
I closed my eyes. I knew I had to give her something. I felt sick to my stomach when I thought about how sweetly Rosie had just told me she loved me. She was totally without subterfuge. And here I was, talking about her to her worst enemy.
An enemy she thought was her only friend.
Getting closer but haven't sealed the deal yet.
I waited for the response. I wanted to throw my phone across the room when I saw it.
Fine but hurry. And I want to hear every dirty little detail. Maybe you can reenact it for me ;)
I deleted the texts and poured a glass of water for Rosie. When I got back to the bedroom she was already sound asleep. I was thankful for it. She would have known something was wrong if she saw the look on my face.
Even in the dark, she would have known.
I crawled into bed beside her and pulled her into my arms.
I spent the rest of the night trying to memorize how it felt to hold the woman I loved in my arms.
Because I knew, no matter what I did, I didn't have a chance in hell of keeping her.
Rosalie
"You've never had fish and chips? You're joking right?"
Nicholas shook his head ruefully.
"I'm just an ignorant American. You're going to have to teach me your fancy English ways."
I laughed and sipped my pint. I was having the best day ever. We'd walked to the seaside from the cottage. Then we'd wandered into town and found a bustling old pub to have our lunch in.
But that wasn't how the day had started...
Nicholas seemed to have an insatiable desire to do things to my body. And with my body. And on my body. I was hard pressed to say which I liked better.
He'd brought me coffee in bed. Then he'd fed me pieces of toasted bread with marmalade. I had jokingly asked him if he preferred marmalade to honey. He'd gotten a funny look in his eye.
The next thing I knew I was on my back and he was licking marmalade from between my legs. This time though, he'd made love to me after.
I sighed happily. I could never get used to the delicious feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me. I knew he must be experienced. Far more than me.
But he never made me feel green or foolish.
It was just one of the things I loved about him.
One of the many, many things.
His good looks were a small part of it. A very pleasant part. I couldn't resist the urge to stare at him whenever I got the chance. I sat back and admired him as I sipped my pint. His dark blond hair was cut short but growing in. I thought it would look very nice curling over his forehead. But I liked the way the shaved parts felt under my fingers while we were kissing... and other things.
He was reading the menu with an intense look on his face. His gorgeous blue eyes were crinkled. His face was utterly masculine, and yet beautiful at the same time. High cheekbones, a strong jaw and those lips... those soft but strong, kissable lips...
"Had a good look?"
I laughed.
"I was just wondering if you needed glasses."
He looked up at me.
"Actually, I do."
I stared at him, astonished.
"Why aren't you wearing them then?"
"I was afraid you wouldn't think I was handsome with them on."
I could not stop laughing as he pulled out a pair of simple wire rimmed spectacles and put them on. He made a great show of it, sliding them into place and staring at me intently. Then he went back to reading the menu.
He looked adorable.
"Does this mean you had no idea what I looked like up until this moment?"
He looked at me, pretending he'd never seen me before.
"Yes. You're much prettier than I thought."
Then he went back to reading. The waitress came over and he handed her the menu.
"Two fish and chips please. Hold the fish for the vegetarian"
I guffawed loudly. He was so funny. A man who could poke fun at himself was one in a million. And I had one here with me now.
I was the luckiest girl alive.
"And two more pints."
"You got it, lovie."
; I handed my menu to the waitress and leaned forward, resting my chin on my palm.
"What are you looking at?"
I stopped smiling.
"You."
Nico grabbed my hand and brought it to his face.
He kissed my wrist and stared into my eyes.
"What am I going to do with you, Rosie?"
I fluttered my lashes at him.
"I don't know. You are the one with all the ideas."
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Well, I might have a few more lessons. You're such a good student."
"Oh, do I get high marks then?"
He nodded somberly.
"The highest."
Our food came and we ate, laughing like school children. I squirted lemon at him. He fed me salty chips drenched in vinegar. We drank another pint each until we were tipsy for the walk home.
It was the best day of my life.
"Do you miss America?"
He squeezed my hand.
"Not when I'm with you."
"Do you think I would fit in there?"
He stopped walking. He looked at me for a moment, Then he yanked me into his arms.
"I think you don't fit in anywhere. Because you are so special. But yes, I think people back home would love you. I know my mother will when I take you to meet her."
He kissed me as my head spun. He wanted me to meet his mother. I felt the Earth turn on its axis.
"Even my bratty sister will love you."
I raised my brows.
"A sister? I didn't know you had one."
He sighed dramatically, taking my hand again. We walked toward the cottage through the soft evening light.
"She's in college. Just joined a sorority. She's very outspoken. She's a pain in the- well, you know."
I smiled.
"But you love her."
He nodded.
"Of course. I've been looking out for her since we were very young. How could I stop now?"