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"Oh, I see where this is headed," I teased and she laughed against my cheek.

"I need you naked in my lap right now."

"Okay, baby." I reached back and stroked her cheek. "Are you sure you're okay? You seem subdued."

"As okay as I can be. I just want you naked. Wet. Coming. I just want that," she said, her voice a breathy whisper. A shiver raced up my spine and immediately, dampness made it to the apex of my thighs.

Unlike usual, she closed the door to the bedroom behind us and urged me to sit on the bed. She leaned down to kiss me, her lips firm and deliberate with her finger under my chin. She nudged me to lean back, and I caught myself before she lifted the hem of my dress.

"Prop your feet up. Let me see how wet you are," she requested, and I listened, digging my heels into the edge of the bed as she gathered my dress around my middle.

"How do you know I'm wet?" I asked, biting my lip when she exposed my lower half.

"Because whenever you're without panties, you linger in a state of mild dampness. You like being exposed for me," she said, breaking away from me to close the blinds and curtains. She'd never done that before either, and I wondered why she enclosed us in the room differently tonight.

"Only with you," I said, and watched as she sauntered her way back to me.

Her delicate fingers wrestled with the buttons my dress before she nudged it over my head, leaving me naked since I skipped out on the bra. Sam gazed down at me, her eyes wandering over every inch of my body with the rose clutched to her chest. My breath left me in bated puffs, and I lowered myself to my elbows when she leaned over me.

"You're so pretty, Rosie. Looking at you, holding you, soothes me more than anything ever has," she said, then placed the rose between my breasts while still holding the stem. She dragged it slowly down the center of my body, circling the soft petals around my navel before twirling the flower over each nipple.

I sucked in my breath at the unusually erotic gesture. Her smile broadened and she continued caressing me with the rose.

"Lie down. Keep your legs open and knees wide." Her instruction came with ease, and I adjusted my position to suit her desires.

She dusted the flower over every inch of my torso, until finally twirling the petals over my exposed clit. The light, soft touch of it had me writhing and my hands fell to my hair. I couldn't take my eyes off her and observed how her drawn expression faded to one of contentment.

"A rose from my Rosie now a rose for my Rosie," she whispered, sitting beside me and kissing my knee. "Ready for this?"

"For what?" I gasped as my breath left me in faster puffs.

"Roses are my favorite flower. And you're my favorite Rose," she said, then pressed the flower toward my core. Again, she twirled it against me, and my body arched at the teasing sensations. A soft chuckle left her as she lifted the flower, its petals now glistening with my dampness.

"Oh my God," I said, biting my lip.

"Look at that delicious dew, my sweet." She grinned and brushed her thumb over one of the petals. "This one, I'm keeping it to dry, knowing your sweet, delicious wetness coated its folds."

"Sam—"

She reached over and set the flower on the bedside table, then returned to kissing my knee. Her hand fell between my thighs, and she traced my folds with a single finger. Over every inch of me, around my clit, then back down again.

"I—I'm going to come," I sputtered out my words as my pelvis rocked toward her hand.

"Good. I want you to." She rested her chin on my knee, then slid her index finger inside me, pressing deeply a few times. A soft moan escaped me until she withdrew to return her attention to my clit. In gentle, almost fond circles, she rubbed me until I couldn't hold on to myself a second longer. I gasped as I exploded against her, torn to bits by an orgasm so strong that it made my body throb. With such minor gestures, it surprised me how hard she could make me lose myself. My nipples hardened as pleasure ripped through me.

She let me down gently, with soft strokes and flicks, until I relaxed to a breathless heap and she rested her palm over my mons.

"Delicious," she said, kissing my knee again. She brushed her knuckle down my core before delving inside of me with her index finger. "You're wonderfully tight, baby. Have you ever used a strap-on?"

"N-no." I panted while she toyed with me and I tore at the bedding under us.

"Would you?"

"Maybe with you."

"Mmm. Good answer." She slipped from me again. "Come with me up here," she said, then turned to sit with her back against the headboard and legs outstretched.

I rolled over, then crawled to her as my shaky limbs cooperated for the most part. Instead of pulling me in her lap, she guided me to lay across her legs face down, my head on a pillow beside her hip and my pelvis across her lap. The position brought pangs of excitement to my throbbing core and she chuckled.