by Kara Parker
“I still love you, Rose. I have never stopped.”
Rose can feel tears well in her eyes. “Don’t say that.”
“Why? It’s true. No matter what happens, I will always love you.”
Rose issues a single sob. “After all these years?”
“Yes. And for the rest of my life.”
They are silent for many long moments. “Yet you never came for me,” she finally says quietly.
“No. Because I knew you wouldn’t join me.”
“What has changed? Why are you telling me this now?”
“Because seeing you again reminds me of what I have lost. I want to be with you again, even if it just for this one night.”
Rose weeps quietly for a moment before sniffing, gathering herself and stopping her tears. “But nothing has changed.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve changed. You’ve changed. We are not the same people we were five years ago.”
“No, we’re not,” she breathes. “But have we changed enough?”
“I don’t know,” Joseph says, leaning down, pausing with their lips only millimeters apart. “But we will find out,” he says before tenderly pressing his lips to hers.
Rose melts into the kiss, his touch igniting her desires just as it did so many years ago. Her hand slides behind his head as she pulls herself up and into the kiss, pressing her body to his as they begin to devour each other.
Joseph pulls back from the kiss with a gasp, his lips moving down her neck to kiss her under her ear in the place she likes so well. Her soft moan as she pulls his lips hard into her neck causes his blood to run hot as liquid steel. Rose pushes him back, her hands on his face, and slips her fingers into his mouth. She moans softly once again as he sucks on her fingers.
Feeling his tongue slithering through her fingers sets her desires roaring. It has been months since she has had anyone and her need for him is overwhelming her. She tries to fight him off, to give her room to move as they tear at each other’s clothes, but their need to kiss and touch is slowing them down even as they try to hurry.
Joseph swoops down and picks her up, carrying her to his bed as she attacks his neck with her lips and tongue. He drops her onto the bed, following her down before roughly stripping her of her blouse and bra. As she squirms free of her top, she pushes hard with legs and back, causing them to tumble over each other so that she comes to rest on her knees astride his hips, tugging at the fastenings on his pants the moment they are still. Their lovemaking has always been passion filled as they engaged in a contest of wills, each trying to give more pleasure than they receive, and tonight is going to be no exception.
The moment the bindings of his pants come free, he tosses Rose off of him and onto the bed. Before she can react he rolls to his feet and backs away, wordlessly breaking off their headlong rush. Panting with effort and desire he watches her as she smiles and slides off the other side of the bed. They pause a moment, staring into each other’s eyes until, as if by mutual agreement, they smile and begin to undress.
It is like her apartment at UNLV all over again. Joseph would arrive and they would almost immediately tumble into bed for a night of passionate lovemaking. No one since has been able to satisfy her like Joseph could as he fucked her to nirvana time and time again. As he strips, Rose can feel her herself becoming wetter still. Joseph has always been a good-looking guy, but now he is knee-weakening sexy. Gone is the gangly leanness of youth… replaced by the fullness of manhood. His shoulders, arms, and torso are sculpted to perfection, his legs thick and muscular… and she is going to have him.
As he throws the linens onto the floor, Joseph watches Rose as she finishes undressing. She is even more beautiful now than before, her face and curves slightly softer, her legs more shapely, her breasts slightly fuller. As she joins him in the bed she drapes herself across him as she takes his lips for her own, causing his heart to race at her touch… just as it did so many years ago.
Rose can feel her heart pounding in her chest, the anticipation for what she knows he can do to her causing her breath to rush. She moves across him, a knee to either side of his hips, grinding herself into him as he snugs her down in a tight embrace. “Fuck…” she murmurs as he pulls her lips from his so he can kiss her in her favorite spot under her ear. They are just getting started and she feels like she is already teetering on the edge of orgasm.
Joseph begins to slowly pump his hips, his need to move undeniable, his thick hardness sliding between their bodies, his own wetness mingling with hers allowing him to move easily. He ravages her neck, kissing her hard as his tongue caresses her skin from between his lips, his fingers tangled in her hair and preventing her from pulling away.
It’s too much. She can’t stand the anticipation any longer. Raising her hips she reaches between them and steers him into her. Their difference in height and their position prevent him from going deep, but it doesn’t matter. As his manhood parts her folds, she shudders slightly and groans, already taken by a small orgasm.
He grimaces in passion when Rose’s muscles contract around him as she tumbles into her orgasm. They are moving too fast, rushing madly to completion, but he can’t stop himself, his need for her overwhelming any thoughts of control. He pushes her up, then grips the side of her head, her chin in the palm of his hands as her breasts mash flat into his forearms. She snarls at him, gripping his arms and levering herself up slightly onto her knees, locking them together.
As he begins to thrust, Rose can feel another, harder orgasm beginning to form. “Come on, you bastard! Fuck me!” she spits, leaning hard into his hands. She releases his wrist and takes him by the face, mimicking his hold on her, silently daring him to do his worst. She will take it and give it back to him a hundred fold. He begins to grunt and growl in equal measure as he pounds savagely into her and she can feel her face twisting as her release bears down on her.
He can feel Rose tightening up as another orgasm begins to take her. “Come on! Fuck!” He growls, battling against his own orgasm but refusing to yield, holding her in place as he drives furiously into her.
“I’m coming… oh fuck I’m coming again,” she grunts as her orgasm takes her once more, the pleasure lighting up her nerves like an electric current. “Don’t stop, oh God, don’t stop,” she begs as she grips his face brutally hard, trying to hold on against the sweet anguish of her climax.
He pummels her for a moment more then, with a bark of completion, he shoves himself as deep into her has he can, holding himself there as he fills her with his essence, jerking slightly with each powerful expulsion.
Breathing hard they begin to relax, loosening their hold on each other as Rose settles onto his chest, his manhood still deep inside her. Neither speaks for a moment as they catch their breath, the warmth of passion spent flowing through them.
“That was… intense,” Rose murmurs as she rises up, pushing her hair back from her face.
“Like old times,” he replies, tipping his head up, holding it there until she lowers her mouth to his.
“Yes,” she breathes as she pulls back from the kiss, then smiles. “But seems to me it used to last a little longer,” she teases, making Joseph smile, that heart-stopping smile that can still melt her heart.
“Do you have somewhere else to be?” he asks.
“No… Do you think you are up for another go?”
“I think so. We’ll see how long it lasts,” he teases. “Do you want to go again?”
“Yes…” she whispers, touching her lips to his once more. The kiss is slow, deep, and erotic. As their tongues slither and probe, Joseph can feel himself beginning to return to full hardness from the semi-erect state he was slipping into. He hadn’t softened enough to fall from her so he begins to pump his hips slowly, sliding through her velvety wetness.
“That’s nice,” she whispers as she rises up, sitting upright, bracing her hands on his broad chest, grinding her hips down into his. As she moves she raises her arms, placing her hands on he
r head, her head tipping slightly back as she enjoys the feel of him stirring her insides as she moves.
He takes Rose’s breasts in his hands, caressing them as she moves, tweaking her nipples by rolling them gently between thumb and forefinger. She allows him to touch her for a time, then takes his right hand and places two fingers in her mouth, holding them there as she sucks on them hard while increasing the intensity of her thrusts, returning her other hands to his chest for balance.
Joseph pulls his fingers from her mouth and slides his hands under her legs, lifting her to indicate his desire for her to dismount. “This way,” he whispers, twisting her hips to turn her around.
When he begins to turn her hips, Rose knows what he wants, and turns herself around before settling on him again, facing his feet, then leans back, laying back against his chest. It take a bit of adjustment until they are aligned and he enters her once more, one hand closing loosely around her neck, the other reaching over her thigh to touch her womanhood. As his strokes begin to increase in speed and power, he tickles her, teasing her button from hiding… and she moans.
He thrusts into her as hard as he can, his fingers busy, making her gasp and squirm as he tries to overwhelm her with pleasure.
“Yes… there… yes, yes, yes…” she moans, taking his hand with hers and pressing his finger into her harder, increasing the speed of his strokes. “Fuck! Yes… harder… harder… harder…” she gasps as her orgasm begins to creep up on her. “That’s it. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop! Make me come. You’re going to make me come.”
Joseph begins to growl as he drives Rose toward her climax. He is no danger of coming again so soon, but having her in his bed again and her breathy words of passion are driving him wild with desire.
Her orgasm hits her like a thunderclap, the power of it making her jerk and grunt as her muscles war against each other, trying to pull her apart. Releasing her neck Joseph mauls her breast as he continues to torment her with his finger, his hips still as she battles through the mind-twisting pleasure.
He uses his now free hand to massage her breast as he holds her hips down, keeping himself inside of her as he continues to stimulate her with his finger. As she relaxes he begins to thrust again, moving his hand to her other breast, giving it the same attention as its mate.
She allows Joseph to please her a moment, using the time to recover from her orgasm, before she levers out of his embrace. As much as she is enjoying his attention at her breasts, she is ready for a change. She pulls herself off him and rolls to the bed on all fours, presenting her ass to him, gasping as he licks her once from slit to pucker before moving to his knees behind her.
He sighs as he enters her once more, pushing in deep before reaching around to touch her again. She softly shudders with a barely audible gasp at his touch before pulling the two pillows to her and tucks them under her hips. With his hand lightly trapped between her womanhood and the pillows, she settles, pressing his fingers more firmly into her.
Rose leans down, falling to her elbows while at the same time pulling her head up, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as Joseph takes her from behind, his manhood pistoning into her wetness and his finger stroking her clit. He takes her slowly for a moment, then begins to drive into her harder, faster, increasing the power of his strokes. Pulling his hand from beneath the pillows he takes her by the shoulders, pulling her up off her elbows and back into him as he begins to drive into her furiously hard.
Joseph snarls slightly as Rose begins to cry out with a staccato beat in time with his thrusts as he tries to drive her into another orgasm, but he can’t maintain the pace and stops, gasping for breath. As he pants, thrusting slowly to give him time to catch his breath, Rose looks over her shoulder at him, and smiles… a soft, sexy smile like the ones she used to give him.
She gasps as he slows his furious pounding, the feel of him as he took her with tender violence making her cry out in pleasure. She hadn’t climaxed, but it was still damned intense. He pushes her down again, bending her over the pillows as he pulls himself from her. She doesn’t move, his hand on shoulder indicating his desire for her to remain in her current position. Then she feels the tip of his manhood push at her ass, nudging its way in. She gasps and then tries to relax. She hasn’t allowed anyone enter her ass since Joseph, unwilling to trust any of her other lovers. He pushes in slowly and just as she begins to squint in pain he pulls back slightly, giving her a chance to relax, before pushing in again.
Joseph sighs as he his hips finally touches Rose’s ass, his manhood buried deep inside her. It had taken several tries, and some saliva for lubrication, before she could take him all the way in. She is so incredibly tight! He begins to slowly move, not wishing to hurt her, watching her face for signs of pain or discomfort. As her face twists in erotic anguish she clamps down on him with vice-like tightness, causing him to throw his head back, taking his turn to open his mouth in a silent scream of pleasure.
Rose, with breasts and face pressed to the bed as Joseph slowly moves within her, reaches back and touches herself, pressing first one, then two fingers into her womanhood, touching her sweet spot. She shudders hard, nodding her head against the bed in approval, her eyes closed as Joseph takes her slowly, his hands on her hips to hold her in place.
He had thought he was well away from his orgasm, but the tightness of Rose is pushing him toward his second release. Having her with him again had allowed him to recover fairly quickly from his first climax, but another orgasm will finish him. With a groan he begins to push back against the orgasm that is stalking him.
Rose can feel her climax coming and it is going to be biblical in power. She begins to keen as she increases the power of her strokes, the feel of Joseph’s cock in her ass as she fingers herself lighting her up, her nerves singing with the power of the coming orgasm.
Joseph begins to thrust harder, sensing Rose’s approaching orgasm. As her whimper slowly increases in volume, her face twists, almost as if in pain as she pistons her fingers frantically… and then she begins to wail. He feels a small splash of liquid on his balls and legs as she begins to thrash uncontrollably before pushing hard back into him and becoming still as she groans low and deep.
“Did you come?” she sighs after a moment of stillness.
“No,” he replies quietly.
“Oh, God,” she breathes then laughs softly. “I need a minute to recover. Fuck… I haven’t come that hard in a long, long, time.”
He slowly pulls himself out of her and rolls onto his back, Rose following and snuggling into his arms. “Are you going to come again?” she asks after a moment.
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
She kisses him on the chest then give him a soft pat. “Go clean yourself up. Then come back and we’ll finish this.”
He rolls her onto her back, kisses her lustily, and tumbles out of bed, her smile as they part full of promise. In the bath, Joseph takes the still damp cloth from his morning shower and wipes himself clean before tossing it back into the shower and returning to Rose.
“Okay, big man,” she teases as he steps through the door. “You have literally fucked the shit out of me. Now, show me what else you’ve got,” she says, pulling him to her.
As he enters her again, braced up on stiff arms, she locks her ankles behind his back and clamps down, squeezing him between her legs as she pulls down on his neck, remembering how he likes it when she would hold him tightly like this. He begins to pump his hips, slowly at first, but with rapidly increasing tempo. She isn’t going to come again, that last mind-shredder finishing her off. But that doesn’t mean this can’t feel so fucking good!
Having Rose wrap him up like this sends his passions soaring. He can feel his orgasm creeping up on him once again, the feeling lost during the brief interlude while Rose recovered and he cleaned himself up. He forces his head up against her pulling, looking into her face, her expression of lust and joy causing his orgasm to leap closer still.
“Come o
n baby. I want you to come. I want you to come in me. Please come. Please,” she begs, making her voice as sexy and breathy as possible. This is a game they have played many times, his quiet intensity against her teasing exuberance.
“No…” he whispers, then smiles.
Rose is surprised to hear him speak to her, to deny her request. In the past he would ignore her, rarely speaking to her as they made love, allow her to use words as weapon, to twist him to her will. But then she sees his smile and she smiles back. It seems Mr. Joseph Warner has learned a thing or two in the last seven years. But then, so has she.
“You’re going to come, Joseph. You’re going to come so fucking hard.”
“Yes. But not before you do. You know you are Rose. You know you’re going to come again,” he murmurs, flattening his knees slightly to change the angle of his thrust, a change that begins to hit her right in the sweet spot.
