Page 34 of Faking the Pass

Making it Last

P resley

Thank God. I’d been waiting for this moment since we’d said, “I do.”

Actually, since that first night I’d found her sleeping in my bed, but who’s counting?

I’d thought it was happening last night after the sexy word game. But then Rosie had shut me down in the middle of our hallway makeout session, requiring a midnight swim and a cold post-swim shower.

Something had apparently changed her mind today, and I wasn’t going to argue or stop to ask questions.

“You shouldn’t be carrying me,” Rosie scolded.

“It’s been a month since my surgery,” I told her. “And thanks to the plate and screws in there, the bone felt strong right away.”

“But it’s not. You’re not healed yet.”

“I’m healed enough. Lifting you is nothing compared to what my trainer’s gonna do when we get back.”

I gave her a naughty grin. “Anyway, we’ve reached our destination.”

Setting her down on the bed, I removed my swim shorts, freeing the erection that had sprung up instantly when she’d walked up to me and started running her hands over my body like she wanted me.

As Rosie removed her clothes, she kept her eyes on my dick the whole time.

Seeing the lust in them sent adrenaline rushing through my veins, engorging all my muscles and making me feel more than fully healthy.

I felt fucking invincible, like some kind of superhero.

My senses were all heightened. I could smell Rosie’s bath salts and the even sweeter scent of her .

And when I joined her on the bed and started touching her, the sensation was almost too much to take.

Her hair, her skin, her breasts, her ass, they were all so soft and silky and so fucking sexy I felt like the heat between us might light the bed on fire.

“You feel amazing,” I whispered between kisses.

“ You feel amazing,” she said, punctuating the statement with a little moan.

I was hard as a rock when she reached for me and wrapped her hand around my length.

Well, part of it. Her hand was pretty small.

It was warm and soft though, and it felt incredible. How long had I been waiting for her to touch me like this? It felt like more than weeks—it felt like a lifetime.

“God I’ve waited so long for this,” I said.

She smiled. “So impatient. It hasn’t been that long—only three weeks.”

“Fifteen years and three weeks. Don’t forget that I ‘never made a conquest’ of you in high school.”

“You could have.”

“I wanted to. Believe me, I wanted to. And now all my high school fantasies are coming true.”

Acting on one of them, I slid out of Rosie’s grip and down her body, rolling her to her back and spreading her legs.

She gasped and plunged her hands into my hair which I took as full permission to do what I’d been dying to do every day since seeing her in nothing but my t-shirt.

Her sweet scent entered my nostrils, and I had to fight for sanity, my desire ratcheting up to a whole new level . I dipped my head, dragging my tongue up the seam of her hot center, finding her already wet and ready for me.

My cock was throbbing, so ready to slide into that wetness, but it had been over a year since I’d had sex, and I was so hot for Rosie I couldn’t guarantee any sort of staying power.

I wanted to make sure she was taken care of first.

Her moans grew louder with every firm stroke of my tongue. I loved how she sounded. I loved how she tasted.

And I loved how wild I was driving her.

Rosie panted and arched and whimpered, every bit as responsive to my mouth and hands as she’d been in high school. Now that we were adults, now that we were married, I felt free to take things farther, as far as they could go.

And I planned to take her to heights of pleasure she’d never even dreamed of.

The sounds she was making were desperate and sweet, and I knew she was close. Sliding a finger inside her, I stroked her inner walls then added a second finger, thrusting them both in rhythm with the steady flicks of my tongue.

Rosie’s leg muscles tensed, and she began pushing upward, the pace of her breathing rising along with her body, and I didn’t stop, shifting up onto my elbow and feeling my own excitement rise as I continued worshiping her with my mouth.

“I’m going to come,” she warned, and that excitement turned to mindless ecstasy.

My body was an inferno, my pulse skyrocketing.

“Yes. Yes, come for me sweetheart.”

And then she went soaring, her ragged cries of pleasure falling all around me like trailing fireworks embers and her fingers gripping my hair to the point of pain—the best pain I’d ever felt in my life.

When she collapsed in satisfaction, I felt like I’d scored a game-winning touchdown in overtime.

Smiling, I crawled over her luscious body, almost frantic to sink my cock into all that wet heat and plushness.

She spread her legs in welcome, and I shuddered with desire.

My tip was at her entrance, already sensing how good it would feel to plunge inside, when Rosie opened her eyes.

“Are you wearing a condom?”

Oh shit. I hadn’t even thought about it.

I’d been so caught up in her spectacular orgasm, I’d literally forgotten condoms were a thing. My sole focus had been getting inside this gorgeous, sensuous woman with as little delay as humanly possible.

“I mean, I’m on the pill,” she said, “but it’s not a hundred percent, and we haven’t even talked about…”

Her voice drifted off, but I knew what she was getting at.

For all she knew I’d been boning everything with a pulse since high school graduation. I hadn’t, but it wasn’t that far-fetched. I knew players who literally slept with a different woman every night. Sometimes more than one.

Rosie and I hadn’t discussed our sexual histories because there had been no sexual future between us, not officially anyway.

“No, no, you’re right,” I said, rolling to the side and going to my suitcase across the room.

Conveniently, Mercury, Dylan, and Wilder had each contributed a box of condoms to my luggage along with funny notes wishing me the best with my “fake marriage” and my stated plans for celibacy with Rosie.

I guessed they were optimists, and honestly, so was I. I’d been keeping a couple stashed in my wallet since Rosie had moved in, just in case lightning struck and she spontaneously decided to jump my bones.

Carrying a strip back to the bed, I ripped one of the foil packets open and rolled on the condom.

“The team doctor gives us all regular tests in case you’re wondering,” I told her. “I’m clean. And I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”

Her eyes widened, gaining a new alertness compared to the hazy pleasure-soaked drowsiness they’d exhibited before.

“You haven’t? Boy, you are serious about that no-distractions rule.”

I chuckled, climbing back onto the bed. “I was . Feeling pretty damn distracted right now though… and I have to say I like it.”

A sensual smile spread across her face. “I like it too. And I like this .”

Eyes shining with desire, she gripped my shaft, tugging lightly to pull me closer. I’d have thought it would be impossible to get any harder, and I’d have been wrong.

Sliding back between Rosie’s legs, I spoke against her neck, dragging my lips over the fragrant skin.

“I plan to make you love it. I’m going to make sure you’ll never even think about any cock but mine after today.”

Rosie let out a moan, and I swore she was turning me into an animal because I wanted nothing more than to devour her in every possible way.

Resting my weight on my left arm, I positioned myself and pushed inside her. She threw her head back, exposing her neck and arching into me.

“Oh Presley.”

I’d literally dreamed about this for years, beautiful, sweet Rosie beneath me, her eyes closed in bliss, her soft voice gasping my name.

Fuck. Thank God for the condom because it would’ve been hard to keep my promise to make her love fucking me if it lasted fifteen seconds.

Taking a second to regain control over myself first, I began thrusting, following cues from Rosie’s responses to find a perfect rhythm.

I must have landed on a good one, because her mouth dropped open, and her eyes flew wide.

“That’s good,” she wheezed. “Right there. Oh my God.”

And then her head dropped back, and her eyelids squeezed tightly as I did it again and then again, pushing deep, filling her and stroking her, and fucking losing my mind because it all felt impossibly good, like those dreams but better because this was all real.

It was really happening.

At last.

I lasted a bit longer than fifteen seconds—not that much longer, maybe five minutes, but that’s all it took for Rosie to catch that wave of pleasure again, riding it and cresting it then crashing over the other side in a beautiful frenzy.

There was no chance of me lasting beyond the sheer turn-on of seeing and hearing her come, and I followed her, both of us flying apart, together.

Afterward I stayed inside her a few more minutes, just staring down at her flushed cheeks, her delicate brows, her pretty nose, her long eyelashes.

They fluttered open, and I smiled at her.

“Hi,” I murmured.

“Hi yourself.”

I chuckled, suddenly filled with the kind of volcanic joy I’d read about but never actually experienced.

Until now, I’d suspected it wasn’t actually real.

“Are you good?” I asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from her anyway.

Go ahead, call me desperate.

“Soooooo good,” she said, drawing out both words and causing my dick to stir, rallying for another round already.

I rolled off the bed, heading for the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Rosie asked drowsily.

“I’ll be right back.”

After a minute I returned with a warm washcloth for Rosie, but she was already unconscious, spread out in the middle of the bed like an exhausted starfish.

For some reason it melted my heart to see her like that, so unselfconscious, so vulnerable.

So completely satisfied.

I’d done that.

And I’d be eternally grateful that she’d allowed me to.

Not being a poet or the world’s most articulate man, I wasn’t going to try to find the words to explain the experience, but suffice it to say, sex with Rosie was the best I’d ever had.

I couldn’t have been happier that my family had forced us into this honeymoon.

And I had every intention of making it count—and making it last as long as possible.