Chapter Thirty-1

I had been expecting many things by showing up, unannounced, at Rosie's place but not once did I foresee her slamming the door in my face. Red-raw and swollen to the extreme, I could tell she had been crying and it took every ounce of restraint I had not to knock her door down. "Rosie, please open up sweetheart," I begged, desperate to gain access. "I can't. I'm sorry." The fact that she was even apologising grated unapologetically on my gears. She had absolutely nothing to be sorry for, yet still felt the need to express such an emotion. "You can," I encouraged, selfishly so. "I know I said I couldn't see you again but I need to know you're okay." "It hurts too much, Will," she replied, trying her hardest not to sob. This was killing me! "Just one night, Rosie. That's all." "One night for what?" she asked, momentarily intrigued. "One night with you. I won't ask you for anything else. I won't put you in any awkward positions," I stated, pleading with her. "Please. Just one night." The door slowly creaked open, offering me ample view of her gorgeous body in her flimsy pyjamas. She wasn't wearing any underwear and the thin material stretching across her chest left very little to the imagination. "And what happens when we have to say goodbye again?" she asked, hesitant as ever. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," I smiled, struggling to contain my excitement at seeing her in such a state of undress. "Just let me hold you, sweet girl." Without so much as uttering another word, she flew straight into my arms, holding me with all her might. She fought against the inevitable return of her tears, though failed at keeping the odd one at bay. "Why have you been crying?" I questioned, kissing away the wetness. "Tell me." "I miss him," she replied, so soft, I almost didn't hear it. "I miss you too." I rocked her against my solid chest and walked us both into her kitchen, kicking the front door shut behind me. "What can I do to help?" I enquired, desperate to kiss her plump lips, though holding back for the sake of her sanity. "Just love me, Will. Even if we only have tonight, just love me." Needing no other instruction, I took us both towards her bedroom and allowed her feet to touch the carpeted floor, dragging her delightful body down the length of mine whilst doing so. She slid like silk the entire way and moaned her appreciation down my ear, flushing in the cheeks thereafter. Rosy red and smiling, her perfect lips called to me in the most tempting of ways, offering me unimaginable pleasure with the smallest of tastes. I knew I didn't deserve this. Her innocence was sacred and I'd do just about anything to take it for myself. Maybe that made me a bastard but I couldn't continue convincing myself otherwise. I wanted this woman in every way imaginable and I'd have her. Tonight. "Will," she sighed, tipping her head back in offering. The beauty of her exposed neck came into perfect view, tempting in ways that made refusal impossible. Her beating pulse was screamingly obvious and, like a creature in the night, I latched on and took what I thought belonged to me. Licking and sucking, I claimed her body and slowly slid the straps of her pyjamas down her shoulders, willing the material to disappear. It did so within seconds, leaving my beautiful angel naked from the waist up. "My god, look at you," I whispered, practically falling to my knees. I'd never known beauty quite like it. "No one has ever seen me like this," she informed, weakening my resolve inch by inch. "Only you." "Only me," I echoed, delighted by such a thought. Unable to help myself, I sunk lower down her body and placed light kisses along her chest, paying special attention to her pebbled peaks. My every movement was met with a squeal of approval, her inexperienced mind overwhelmed by all the sensations I was gifting her. She had no idea how to appropriately respond and soon shook against my mindful attack, starting a never-ending battle with my shirt. Desperately fumbling, I helped her out by pulling the flimsy thing over my head and got straight back to her beautiful breasts. Both were begging for my attention and whilst fondling the left with my fingers, I satisfied the right with laps of my tongue. "Please!" she panted, no doubt desperate for more. "Lie down," I instructed, positioning her on the bed. With floral sheets and a definite theme of pink running throughout, I could most certainly associate this room with her bright personality and found the minimal furniture a nice addition. I imagined what the room might look like should the opportunity to move in ever arise. I'd not change much, though would insist on bringing my acoustic guitar along for the ride. I couldn't sleep well at night knowing there wasn't a musical instrument of sort nearby. "I'm going to taste you first, sweetheart," I explained, lowering her cotton shorts. The view I was gifted in return was nothing short of mind blowing, making it extremely difficult to concentrate. Completely nude and displaying sure signs of a blush, she really was a true vision. "T-taste me?" she asked, clearly confused. "Just you wait." Rather taking to the idea of a little mystery, I chose not to elaborate and instead, dipped my head lower to kiss the delicate skin on her inner thighs. Each of her legs trembled with great anticipation and struggled to maintain an upright position. I had to angle myself in such a way that saw them wrap around my shoulders, her heels digging harshly into my back as I began my delicious feast. Sweet and succulent, her tase was out if this world, rendering me a full blown addict. I required her natural juices like I required oxygen and, like any sane man would, I did everything in my power to have that little bit more. "Oh god!" she squeezed, falling further into oblivion. "Oh god, oh god!" Hearing her chant my god-like tendencies gave me all the confidence I needed to press a finger to her core, igniting screams from within. In a matter of seconds, she came undone in my arms, thrashing and yelling like a woman possessed. Never before had I seen anyone climax quite like it and although desperate for my own needs, I'd happily repeat the action over and over again. "You're insanely beautiful, Rosie," I smirked, kissing my way back up her body.