"Rosie, I gotta say, I'm pretty wound up already. I think maybe we should stop, or I may not be able to help myself."
She huffed a small laugh.
"It's okay, so am I. I knew being on your lap was trouble." She looked pensive as she looked away for a moment, biting her lip.
"I know I said I wanted to take it slow, but we're both adults, right?"
Billy chuckled and ran his hands up her sides, desperately wishing there was no leather in the way.
"True enough. And besides, there ain't enough love in this world as it is, not in any sense of the word." He leaned up and captured her lips with his again.
"So, whaddaya say we get to know one another a bit better tonight?"
She nodded, not caring for words just then.
Rosie leaned down for another kiss as his hands slid to her lower back.
After some moments of gentle kissing, Billy stood with his hands under her thighs, holding her to him as he walked around the furniture and up the stairs. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, her lips not leaving his.
Lust already pooled in her abdomen, hot and heavy, and Rosalinn was sure he felt the same. Billy strode into the bedroom and as soon as her back hit the bed, she was pushing his leather vest off of him. He reached up and took the sweater off, and then the undershirt, showing off hard muscle and faint scars. She ran her fingertips down his skin, feeling him shiver as he leaned down to kiss her neck. As his lips were busy, he slowly undid her leather corset at the front, relishing the process. Soon enough, Rosalinn's bare flesh was riddled with goosebumps from the cool air, until his chest met hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, humming in the pleasure at their skin pressing together, running her fingers through his hair. He pulled back after laying one more kiss on her neck and kissed her collarbone while his hands slipped to her hips. Rosalinn gasped as he slipped her leather pants down, tugging her undergarments with them, looking at her the entire time and watching for signs of discomfort. She bit her bottom lip and gripped the sheets underneath her, then nodded for him to go on. He tugged himself free of the rest of his clothing and gazed at her.
"Damn, Sweetheart, I don't think I've ever seen a more perfect woman in my life."
She flushed and instinctively went to cover herself, suddenly feeling bashful.
"No...no, no, Sugar." He gently took her hands away and kissed her palms, then turned her face to look into her eyes.
"First off, are y' comfortable with what's goin' on?"
Rosalinn nodded.
"Are y' scared?"
Another shake.
"Nervous, maybe?"
She hesitated, then nodded.
"We'll take it real slow. Now, why would y' cover yourself?" He asked as he leaned down and kissed the peak of her breasts.
She cried out softly.
"Because, you called me perfect."
"And you don't think y'are?"
A third shake.
He scoffed.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and right now, I am beholding beauty. And you are perfect in your own way. Perfect for me."
She looked to him sideways, from under her dark bangs, looking unsure.
"I'll prove it. I'm going to worship you tonight, Darlin'. Show you what kinda Goddess you really are."
He moved down to kiss her rib cage, and belly, his hands on her chest. Massaging the flesh, rubbing the buds and eventually taking one into his mouth, much to her surprise. After a while, he moved down, and shifted her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs. He could feel her heat and it was already driving him wild.
Patience, Creel. Show this gal you're not some wasteland animal.
Billy looked up to her face as her arms flew above her head to grip her pillow. She huffed and shifted as the arousal started to become too much to handle. Her hair was a mess around her face, in her eyes, and her blue eyes glinted with passion. Her lips were pink; her chest and cheeks too.
Billy loved it. She was the picture of desire, and the way he was gazing up to her made the apex of her thighs twitch. He was asking permission with his eyes, and she could tell he was dangerously close to not asking. She nodded and took in a breath as his lips made contact with her most sensitive area.
Everything after that was a blur until he came back up to her and kissed her lips.
As he hung over her, his hands on either side of her head, his hair hung in his face. She swallowed as he pressed his thighs up, pressing his manhood against her.
"You ready, Sweetheart?"
He asked, his voice thick with lust.
Another nod, slower, gave him all he needed. He lined himself up and gently pressed in, already humming at the build up of moisture. White hot pain sparked, and Rosalinn cried out.
Aw, damn. She's new. Real new.
He leaned on his elbows and held her face in his hands.
"Sshhh, I'll stop for now. Get used to me, Darlin'. I didn't know you were a virgin."
She held him close and pulled herself up enough to bury her face in his neck. He waited until she gave him a sign he could continue. She gently squeezed his hips with her thighs.
"Go ahead."
Billy pressed a bit more in, then a little more, and kept going until he was flush against her. He looked at her again and she was panting. He gently pulled out, and pressed in again. It didn't look like she was in pain anymore. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
"I'm okay."
He kissed her as he picked up a rhythm and she pressed her hips up to meet his, rewarding him with a mewl of pleasure. He held her hips with one hand and braced himself with the other as his rhythm picked up a little speed. He watched her chest bounce gently as she gripped his shoulder, pleasure twisting her features as he rolled his hips into her.
"Damn, Rosie." He grunted, slipping his other hand into his own hair to keep it out of his way, off his damp forehead.
Rosalinn was a mess. She was hot, her core was scorching, and sweat trickled down her face and body, mingling with his and soaking the bed. The scent of sex filled the air and it filled their senses, goading them further into a torrent of passion. At some point, Billy had pressed forward and put her legs over his shoulders, pressing deeper into her and peppering her cheeks, forehead and lips with kisses.
They moaned each other's names and upon their impending climax, Billy leaned down into her ear.
"I can pull out if you want, Darlin', but for the record, I can't have kids. Ain't possible."
She drew in a breath as her pleasure started to peak, and when she didn't answer, he moved to pull out.
She caught his hips.
"Mmmno..." Came her addled response. He chuckled and kissed her.
"Alright, I won't." He leaned up and brought her with him.
"Ladies first, Sweetheart. Remember when I said..." He paused to gasp as he staved off his own orgasm.
"Remember when I said I wanted you to soak me a different night?"
She moaned loudly as he bounced her on his lap, pushing her hips down and his pelvis up, lewd sounds filling the silence. She leaned back a little, putting her legs around his waist as fluid slid everywhere.
Rosalinn let go the next instant, her head back and her chest bouncing perfectly. Her lips parted in a silent scream and her eyes fluttered closed as her hands gripped his legs. It was glorious to watch and that was all Billy needed. He put a hand on the small of her back, and laid her back down again. He put his hands under her knees and knew he'd have to hold her legs himself - she was spent. He thrust in her, her fluids making all sorts of amazing sounds as he brought himself to the edge. He muttered her name over and over again, she used the remainder of her strength to wrap her legs around his waist and squeezed the walls of her womanhood around him. He came with a moan, easily filling her and spilling onto the bed underneath. He arched his back into her, gasping for air, keeping their bodies connected as he rode the waves. She had seemingly reached a second orgasm, by the feel of it.
Completely spent of energy, Billy collapsed on her, and she welcomed him into her arms. They were a panting, sweaty mess, but this was the most relaxed either of them had felt in a long time.
"That was amazing." Rosie managed after she had spent some moments silently basking in afterglow.
"I agree entirely, Darlin'. Feel worshiped enough?"
He asked, grinning to her as he shifted to see her face.
The woman gave a breathy chuckle, and kissed his forehead, not minding his clammy skin.
"I think so. It's made me feel the best I've ever felt."