by Maise, Ella
“Rose,” I growled, my cock already hard.
My arm still around her waist, I pulled her flush against my body. Her shoulders still pressed against the wall, she arched her back and kept whispering into my ear.
“That’s not even half of it, Jack Hawthorne. Whenever we’re walking somewhere or just walking next to each other, you always put your hand on the small of my back, and even that little gesture turns me on. I get the goose bumps just because you’re touching me.”
My hand was resting at the small of her back, so I curled my fingers, bunching her soft sweater until I heard her gasp. I nuzzled her cheek and she moved her hands from my neck up into my hair, keeping me in place. We were both breathing hard and when I took her lips, our kiss was nothing like the innocent ones we had shared just a few minutes earlier. We both took from each other, our tongues ravenous, our lust unending.
When I swallowed her groan, I put my hand right under her ass and she lifted her legs, one by one, wrapping them around my hips. After I was sure she wouldn’t drop them, I put one of my hands behind her head so she wouldn’t get hurt and crushed us into the wall, my cock pressing right between her legs.
She turned her head away, her breathing almost as ragged as mine. I kissed and nipped her, tracing along her jawline and neck and then gently sucking on her skin. She moved her hips and I had to push harder into her so she couldn’t, which didn’t help at all. My control was shot to hell, and I was afraid if she rolled her hips one more time, I would have no choice but to take her—to hell with what the doctor said.
“Jack.” She moaned my name as if she had done so her entire life, and I buried my head in her neck so I could at least try to control my breathing.
“Stop talking,” I ordered.
She didn’t listen. I didn’t think she ever listened to me.
“You feel so good against me,” she whispered, sliding her temple against mine, adding more fuel to my fire.
Involuntarily, I rocked my hips, and her moan spurred me on. She was in my arms, I could smell her need, could smell her skin, and I still couldn’t have her, not yet. Seemed like this was my life story when it came to her.
“How many months since the surgery?” I managed to get out in a hoarse voice.
“What?” she asked dazedly.
I looked into her eyes and they were already glazed, much like what I expected mine looked like. I took her mouth in another long kiss until I couldn’t remember my own name.
“How many months, Rose?”
“Not three yet,” she whispered, out of breath. “Not three.”
My breaths coming out in short bursts, I pressed my forehead against hers and tried to gain some sort of control back. She didn’t let me.
“You bring me flowers every Monday.” She gasped, one arm wrapped around my neck, the other one grasping my hair. “And every time you come in with your arms full of such beautiful roses, I just want to grab your hand, dump the flowers, and take you into the bathroom in the back so you can…so I can…”
“Don’t say another word,” I growled.
“Everything you do is starting to drive me crazy. I see you in my dreams and I wake up so frustrated because it feels so real and I can’t have that in the real world. I can’t have you.”
I pulled back, my chest heaving. Hers was too, but I wasn’t sure if my heavy breathing was because of her words or her tongue and taste.
“You have me, Rose. You’ve had me the entire time.” She didn’t even know how true my words were.
She made a guttural sound in the back of her throat, a frustrated and lust-filled sound. “I don’t have you. I have nothing. I’m your wife, but I can’t have you.”
“Just a little longer,” I whispered, pressing hard kisses against her lips. “Just a little longer, Rose. Then you’ll have everything and more.”
“No. Now. Please.”
“No.”
“Jack.”
“No.”
Groaning, I kissed her, hard, one last time for now, and gently put her back down on her feet. My hand was still protecting the back of her head, so I dropped my forehead against hers and just breathed her air in, trying to calm myself down. Looming over her, invading her space, there was nowhere else I’d have rather been in that moment.
“I want you,” she said, her voice so small I could feel something breaking inside me. “I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.”
“That’s a lot of want. Mrs. Hawthorne.” I cupped her cheeks with my palms and closed my eyes. “I’ve been craving you for so long I don’t know what to do with myself anymore.”
She was the first to speak after both our breaths had somewhat returned to normal again.
“What are you doing on New Year’s? We should do this again.”
Despite the painful situation I was in since my cock hadn’t given up that easily, I laughed and took a step back.
“I’m spending it with my beautiful Rose,” I said, and then I finally walked away.
* * *
After spending ten minutes out on the terrace in the freezing cold, I’d just lain down on the bed when my phone pinged.
Rose: Are you awake?
Jack: Yes.
Rose: Me too. Thanks for asking.
Jack: Rose.
Rose: Fine. You need to sleep with me.
Jack: Rose.
Rose: You don’t have to Rose me. I don’t mean like that. Ever since the hospital, I’ve wanted to ask you to stay with me. I got used to it back in the hospital, got used to sleeping next to you, but when you didn’t get in bed with me the first night we were back…
Rose: I couldn’t ask. Now I’m asking.
I didn’t feel the need to write anything back.
She didn’t realize she wouldn’t have had to ask me every day. Once would’ve been enough. I didn’t intend to spend my nights in a different bed than she was in.
Getting up from the bed, I opened my door and came face to face with my Rose.
“Hi, fancy seeing you here. My room or yours?” she asked as if this was completely normal.
I sighed and shook my head. “Let’s go to yours then.”
As soon as she was in bed, she turned to watch me.
Lifting the other end of the covers, I got in after her. She settled on her back and stared at the ceiling.
I was in the same position, the only difference being that she had two pillows to keep her head high during the night and I only had one. Raising my right arm, I put it under my head and rested my left hand on my stomach.
“We’re going to sleep,” Rose said.
“Yes,” I agreed. “We’re only going to sleep. Just like we did at the hospital.”
“Yes,” she echoed in a small voice.
Seconds passed in silence.
She scooted an inch closer and turned onto her side, tucking her hands under her face. She had gotten the go-ahead from the doctor to sleep on her side just the week before, and she’d been over the moon about it for two full days.
“Jack?”
Closing my eyes, I sighed. Her bed smelled like her, her pillow smelled like her, the room smelled like her, and she was too close to stay away for too long—not that I wanted to, but more like had to.
“Hmmm.”
“We didn’t sleep this far apart at the hospital.”
“That was a small bed—I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
“Why would you want to go anywhere else?”
Great question.
She scooted even closer. Then, before I could do anything about it, she rolled over and gave me her back, fitting herself against the length of my body. I rolled over and threw my arm over her stomach, tucking my hand under her waist, keeping her as close as possible.
Around her, there was no concept of self-control.
I hid my face in her neck and breathed her in.
“This is better?”
“It’s perfect. Thank you.”
A few minutes
passed in silence then she was back at me again.
“Jack? Are you asleep?”
I sighed, sure there would be no sleeping in my future. I didn’t mind it at all.
She grabbed my hand and placed my palm on her stomach. Her shirt had ridden up, and my hand connected with her hot, smooth skin. She didn’t take her hand away.
“Rose,” I groaned.
“You can say it as many times as you want, Jack,” she whispered. “I love your voice, so please keep going.”
Smiling, I kissed her neck and pressed my forehead against the back of her head. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
I had made sure to keep my hips away from hers, but she moved her lower body back until her butt was nestled against my hard cock.
“I can feel it.”
It wasn’t just my cock, though—it was everything. She was wreaking havoc everywhere.
Her hand still on top of mine, she started to push it down, and when my fingers touched the edge of her panties, I pressed my hand harder into her stomach and stopped the descent. When had she taken off her leggings? How had I not noticed it before?
“What are you doing, Rose?”
“Nothing. You showed me yours and I’m showing you mine.”
“What are you talking about?” I whispered, my fingers digging into her soft skin.
In the name of getting closer, she backed up into me, making her meaning clearer.
I was dying to touch her, so when she pushed harder on my hand, I didn’t have a good enough reason to stop her a second time.
Holding my breath, I let her move my hand to wherever she wanted. She was having mercy on me—either that or she wanted to torture me. Instead of pushing my hand under her panties, she lifted her leg just slightly and pushed until my hand was resting right over where I wanted to bury myself deep. Her panties were soaked. She was soaked, for me.
I closed my eyes tighter. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more, not when we were like this.
“Don’t you want me, Jack?” she whispered into the dark room, and it broke the hold I had over myself.
I gripped her ruined panties in a tight hold and just ripped them off of her.
Her little gasp of shock did nothing but spur me on.
“Don’t I want you?” I asked, my voice raw and harsh. Tossing the now completely ruined panties aside, I placed my hand back on her sensitive skin. Resting the heel of my hand on her mound, I let my fingers part her folds and just lazily ran them up and down in her slickness.
“Happy now?” I asked, harsher than I expected.
“Are you scowling at me?”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Never,” she whispered, pushing her top leg back and over mine, opening herself up to me, letting me have what I was craving. “I love it when you scowl at me.”
I nipped her neck, dragging my teeth over her skin. She shivered, causing her butt to push harder against my hips.
“I won’t fuck you, Rose. I won’t give you more than this.” I found her clit and moved the tip of my finger around it, barely grazing.
“I’ll take it,” she gasped out. “Whatever you can give, I’ll take it.”
“What do you want then? Tell me.”
“You—I want you.”
My fingers stopped moving and I cupped her.
She turned her head, her shoulders almost flat on the bed, and looked into my eyes. She was halfway there; I could see it in her gaze, in what I could make out of her flushed cheeks. I pushed two of my fingers inside her and her body tightened, eyes falling closed. God, she was slick, so slick and tight.
“I want to feel your lips against mine, Jack,” she whispered.
I closed the distance between us but didn’t kiss her. “The way you kiss me makes me lose my mind,” I whispered back. I wasn’t even sure if my words had been audible or in my head, but my lips were against hers and I was only a man. I pulled my fingers out and plunged them back into her, slowly, catching her breathy little gasp and drowning her in my kiss. The tip of her tongue touched mine and I was lost. I wanted to grab her chin and hold her mouth where I wanted it, but my hand was busy between her legs and I had already lost my head.
When her fingers grasped my forearm in an unforgiving grip, her fingernails biting into my skin, I knew she was getting closer, and it hadn’t even been a minute yet. I curved my fingers up and found the spot that caused her to kiss me deeper and harder, the spot that made her groans wilder. I responded back in kind, lost in everything that was Rose.
She was a mess down there, her wetness running down my fingers. She widened her legs, giving me more room to play with her. My thumb found her clit and I pressed hard.
She wrenched her mouth away from me, panting. “Keep them in,” she moaned. “Please, not yet. Just keep your fingers in me. Deeper, please.”
I pressed as far as my fingers would go, which was deep.
I listened to the sounds she made, mesmerized—how could I not? Why would I not?
“My brain is tingling,” she murmured, clearly half out of it.
I was moving my fingers in her in small, light movements but stopped at her words.
“Rose we sh— ”
She covered my hand with hers before I could think or gather the strength to pull out. “If you stop, I’ll kill you in your sleep, Jack Hawthorne. Don’t you dare.”
“Rose, if you feel—”
“I’m being serious, Jack. I’ll murder you. Please make me come on your fingers. Please. Please.”
“You’re a vicious little thing, aren’t you? And all mine.”
I took her begging lips and fucked her with my fingers like I couldn’t fuck her with my cock. I was still being as gentle as I could, but I went as deep as possible, and her body got tighter and tighter against me.
And when she came…
God, when she came it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. Her little gasps and moans were killing me, but I took them all from her until the only things heard in the room were our labored breaths and the sound her now even more soaked pussy was making.
Her body slowly melting in my arms, she twisted her upper body toward me, held my head, and kissed me in slow, maddening nips. Her hips were still twitching as I pulled my fingers out and wiped my hand on the sheets. When she turned completely, I hauled her up against me and renewed the kiss until we were on the verge of passing out.
We rested our foreheads together, just breathing. Hard.
“How is your head?” I managed to ask.
“Perfect.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. Thank you, Jack. If you hadn’t given me that, I think I was going to die.”
I was dying a slow death so I understood what she meant.
Her hand sneaked in between us, right under my pajamas. I didn’t intend to stop her. I didn’t have the strength anymore.
Her palm brushed the slick head of my cock and she ran it up and down my length, her eyes boring into mine. She bit the edge of her lip, and I could do nothing but stare. Was she really mine? Was she really my wife?
“Take me out,” I whispered, and she hurried to obey, using her other hand to pull my pajamas down.
She swallowed hard when she had all my length to take care of.
“You’re not gonna try to stop me?” she asked.
“What’s the point? You never listen to me and we already screwed up. I want your hands on me too much to try to resist you.”
“Are you saying you can’t resist me?”
“I haven’t been able to so far.”
She nuzzled her nose against mine and breathed out my name. “Jack…I want you in me.”
I grasped her head and pressed a hard kiss on her forehead. “No.”
Her grip on me tightened, her fingers not quite connecting with her thumb.
“Be rough,” I hissed.
There was a fire burning in her eyes, and I couldn’t have looked away even if I’d want
ed to.
“Is that how you’re going to fuck me? Rough and deep?”
“If that’s how you like it, yes—as deep as I can get.” She moved her tight grip all the way to the base and then moved all the way up to the top agonizingly slowly. After the second tug, she tried to slip under the covers, but I stopped her. “No.”
“Why?”
“As much as I’d love to have your mouth on me, you can’t do that, not yet.”
“You’re killing me, Jack Hawthorne.”
“You already killed me when you came all over my hands. We’ll call it even.”
Her tug danced on the edge of being painful and I loved it. She picked up her pace, staring straight into my eyes.
“I can’t wait to be in you,” I whispered, holding her head in my hands. “I can’t wait to take you in any way I can, to make love to you for hours until I know you’re truly satisfied and make you moan and cry out my name. I can’t wait, Rose. I can’t wait to have you, to push into you and feel you come around me.”
She groaned. “We should do it now.”
“No. You’re gonna love it. I’ll make sure of it.” My eyes on hers, I whispered, “Faster, Rose. Just like that. Come on. Make me come.”
She slowed down, her thumb brushed the head, and my eyes dropped closed.
“I want to taste you so badly.”
“One more month,” I forced out. “One more month and I’ll let you.”
With slow but sharp thrusts, I started to thrust into her hold, and suddenly she wrapped both her hands around me to keep her grip tighter.
“Yes,” I hissed out then dragged my lips along her jaw. She turned her head and started another kiss. I sucked on her tongue and kept moving my hips. Ending the kiss, she kept her already glazed eyes on me, watching me intently as I asked, “Do you want me to come?”
She hummed in her throat and nodded.
“Yeah? Keep going,” I moaned, already on edge. I wrapped my hand around hers and she dropped the other one. I slowed down our strokes, making our grasp tighter and pulling harder. A second later, I came all over her stomach with a loud groan, and it was more than I’d ever come. I let go of my cock as soon as I was done, but she didn’t. She kept her strokes light until I had to pull her hand away because instead of losing my size, I was starting to get hard again.