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my t-shirt over my head. Next, I kick my boots off then lastly my jeans. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to fuck someone so much, but I can’t get myself to do it.
    As if she can sense my apprehension, she smiles, licks her fingers and slowly trails them down her body. Rosie circles her nipples, making them pebble, and then makes her way toward her core. I drop to my knees in front of her and kiss the inside of her thigh.
    “No, Truth. I want you,” says Rosie on a breathy whisper.
    “Rosie, you’re getting me,” I reply as I lick her fingers and nibble the inside of her leg.
    She moans and spreads herself wider, keeping her hand over her most sensitive parts. I lick her hand and try to push my tongue through her fingers.
    “No.”
    “You know you want me to. You’re so turned on right now, all you have to do is move your hand and let me make you feel good.” Again I try to push my tongue through her fingers, but she doesn’t budge.
    “I want to make you feel good, too.”
    Talking to her hand, licking and nibbling it, I reply, “This does make me feel good, knowing I can please you makes me feel so good.”
    This works, she spreads her fingers and my tongue darts between them. Rosie’s hand moves from her core to the back of my head, guiding me to her sweetest parts. A gasp escapes her, and she grinds herself harder into me. I love the noises she makes, the taste of her, and the way she can make me feel. I’ve never had a woman who can keep me so off guard, just when I think I have her figured out, she throws me a curve ball. It’s been like this from the moment we met. Rosie comes across as all sweet and innocent, and for the most part, she is, but when she wants something, bossy, smart-mouthed Rosie comes out. She has a way of making me do whatever she wants, never had a woman do that to me before.
    “Stop!” yells Rosie pushing me away from her.
    I look up, and she’s all red with lust filled eyes. I kiss the inside of her thigh; she pushes me away, and I land on my ass.
    “What the fuck?” I ask surprised.
    “It’s not enough. Truth I want you, not just your mouth, I want your cock.”
    See what I mean, curve ball .
    “Rosie–“
    “No, this is non-negotiable. I don’t understand. I know you want me, I can tell.” She looks down at my hardened cock. “Explain it to me, tell me why.”
    “Rosie, you have to know how I feel about you. I’m worried if we take this to the next level, it will wreck things,” I admit as I get to my feet.
    Her face has gone bright red, she closes her legs and gets off the vanity. “You’re an idiot,” she whispers as tears escape her beautiful eyes.
    I embrace her and stroke her hair. This reaction is not what I wanted. It cuts right through me to see her so upset. I pull her into the shower and lather up my hands. I massage her shoulders and work my way down her body. Her skin feels soft and smooth, slowly the tension leaves her body, and she relaxes against me. I should have known she had other intentions when her hand grips my cock and starts to stroke me.
    “Rosie, stop,” I groan into her neck.
    “You really don’t want me to and baby, I don’t understand why you’d expect me to stop.”
    Rosie turns and pushes me up against the shower wall, her eyes are pleading, and as much as I want her to keep going and plant myself deep into her, I need something from her first.
    I grab her hands, pulling them away from me. “Please, stop.”
    Hurt flashes across her face, she drops her eyes to the floor and steps back. I cup her face and tilt her head back up so that she is forced to look at me.
    “Let’s get out of here, I need to ask you a very serious question, and I want to show you something.”
    Rosie nods but doesn’t say anything. We both get out of the shower, and I grab one of the white, fluffy, bathrobes and put it around her. Then I do the same for myself, and I guide her back into the bedroom.
    “Sit on the bed. I’ll just be a minute,”