Kiss From a Rose

by Michel Prince

  “What’s going to happen now?”

  “I thought you and I already agreed on what was going to happen.”

  “I didn’t bring any clothes.”

  “You being naked isn’t going to upset me.”

  “I have to work in the morning.”

  “Then let’s go to your place.”

  “But you don’t have any clothes.”

  “Do you mind me being naked?”

  Just the mere mention of Marcus naked sent heat directly to her core. When his hand brushed her cheek and he leaned in to capture her lips, deciding whose home to go to became secondary to getting his ass naked.

  “Take me home,” he whispered, causing his lips to brush against hers. “Yours or mine as long as there is no one there but us.”

  Jenna’s apartment was by the Walker Art Museum on the eighteenth floor. She’d held out until an apartment facing the Minneapolis skyline opened up. With only a week until Daylight Savings Time the early darkening skies on the clear night set up the most romantic of views. The IDS, Norwest, and Foshay buildings, and those surrounding with a mix mash of random lights were like their own sky full of twinkling stars.

  Marcus had gone to freshen up in her bathroom as she ordered dinner delivery from a local Italian restaurant. Right as she hung up body heat engulfed her when Marcus slid in behind and placed his arms around her belly. His cane rested against her sliding glass door, and she felt his weight even though he was trying to put it all on his right leg.

  “Which do you prefer, manmade or natural skyline?” he asked as he presented her with one of his white roses.

  “Man made ones are just our way of mimicking God.”

  “You’re religious?”

  “I observe certain things.”

  “Hmm.” Marcus kissed her neck and she felt him stiffen against her backside. “The doctor said as long as I take things slow I can return to normal activities.”

  “Are you saying I have to be gentle with you?”

  “Pain with pleasure isn’t that bad.”

  “I wouldn’t know.”

  “With how you talk about handcuffs I thought for sure—”

  Jenna pulled away from the embrace and crossed to the kitchen to retrieve plates, setting the rose on the counter.

  “Did I say something wrong?”

  “Um…no…it’s just…” Jenna set two plates on the kitchen bar and looked up. “You’re a cop and it was something I thought would be relatable. I’m not into being tied up and spanked. If I gave you that impression—”

  Marcus took her in his arms and kissed her as they tumbled to find a base. His tongue swept along hers and she clawed at his back.

  “You didn’t. I’ve never restrained someone I wasn’t arresting. That was the only thing I was worried about with you. It made me think you were looking for someone to do things I couldn’t possibly do… Well, not until we had built up a huge amount of trust between us.”

  “Oh, good.”

  “There is one thing I do want to do though.”

  “And that is?” she asked with a quirked grin.

  Marcus put his hands on her hips and lifted her to the counter as if she weighed no more than a coffee cup. With a few light kisses to her lips he explored her neck and she felt her buttons popping on her blouse. The roughness of his hands mixed with the gentleness of his touch as he released her tingling breasts from her bra. Her blouse slid down her arms and pooled around her ass.

  “What was it you said about nature being symmetrical?” he asked as he picked up the blooming rose and let the velvet petals lightly brush her skin between her breasts. It trailed down to her belly then back up to circle each breast. The rose petals were cold yet teasing against her flesh, while his hand, warm and firm, satisfied her need for connection.

  Her breath turned ragged as she became lost watching his face change with every newly explored part of her body. He bit his bottom lip as his large hand cupped her hips, then glided up her stomach as she lay out on the cold granite. Slowly his long arm reached all the way to her neck. There was no rush. He was savoring the feel of her as much as she enjoyed the scorching heat of his touch.

  Cupping her neck he brought her up and placed the rose on her throbbing lips. The cool kiss from the rose only enhanced her desire for his lips. Leaning down she became the aggressor and claimed his mouth as her own. His kiss was like his tease—slow, sensual, and making Jenna ache to have him inside her.

  “Delicious,” he whispered against her lips, and she clenched from the memory from before surgery.

  Nibbling his way down her neck her perked nipple stung with a sweet pleasure as he rolled the hardened flesh between his fingers until the warmth of his mouth took over.

  “Pleasure with pain,” she moaned, holding his head in her hands and bringing her lips to the top of his head.

  She could feel him smile against her breast as his now free hands pushed her skirt up her thighs. Strong fingers went from powerful to delicate as they removed her lace thong. Her core ached as he suckled her breast and plunged two fingers inside her. With firm strokes he teased an orgasm to the brink, only to pull back, lick her nipple, and use his thumb to ever so slightly tease her clit.

  When he stood and looked down at her she smiled. He moved a stool to the end of the island, then brought her naked ass to the edge of the counter. Placing a leg on each of his shoulders Jenna inhaled in anticipation. The confident grin on his face made every nerve go off as his tongue moistened his top lip. Jenna’s head fell back and his fell forward. Taking her sex into his mouth he teased and sucked on her clit as his fingers returned to their rhythm.

  A third finger stretched Jenna’s aching pussy and she was to the point he could have done anything he wanted to her. Her breasts ached, her belly began to spasm, and the screams Marcus unlocked from deep inside made her wonder how she’d lived this long and never reached a climax that made colors come alive. Her head thrashed to the side and when she couldn’t take any more he swiped from her anus to the tip of her clit and flicked.

  Electrical charges worked their way up and down her body while her heels dug in his back. Locking his body in place she began thrusting her hips up to meet his amazing face as moans of pleasure came from both of them. He lifted his lidded eyes and gazed up at her body.

  “You’re delicious. Is it too late to cancel that dinner you ordered?”

  “Something tells me you’re going to need the carbs tonight,” Jenna panted right as the buzzer rang.

  ****

  While Jenna quickly smoothed out her skirt and buttoned her top to meet the delivery guy, Marcus cleaned himself up and swept up the rose petals and broken dishware that somehow they both hadn’t noticed. For him it wasn’t a surprise. The taste and feel of a good woman brought a singular focus into his mind. Jenna had probably thrown the dishes mid-orgasm.

  “I hope that wasn’t your good China,” he teased as he emptied the last of the dustpan into the garbage.

  “Did they even match?” she teased back, then bounded to him and on tiptoed feet kissed his lips.

  “Someone’s happy.”

  “Shocking what a couple of orgasms can do to a girl’s disposition.”

  “I liked you before. Be careful, I might just fall in love.”

  There was no might and as careful as Marcus had been the second he saw Jenna standing at the edge of his ER bed, he was in love. She came to see him because she was worried. She cared and wanted him to be safe. It wasn’t like his ex Badge Bunny Shelly who seemed jealous of Les’ wife when they’d both got t-boned by a drunk driver. Marcus didn’t even need to be checked out, but Les had to have stitches and be watched overnight. Shelly had been disappointed he hadn’t been injured. While he could see in Jenna’s eyes she wished he’d never been in harm’s way.

  Jenna was right. The others had been girls and she was a woman. Better yet she was his woman; at least, that was how it seemed.

  “Suddenly I want to be dangerous,” Jenna
replied and slid her hand over Marcus’ thigh, then took his hand in hers. “Come on to the couch, we can eat there.”

  “That’s not dangerous.”

  “I told you, you’ll need carbs to get through this night.”

  She dished them each a piece of lasagna, put some salad on their plates, and laid the garlic cheese bread on the coffee table.

  “Since I need to carb up, tell me, what did you mean when you said you can see centuries?”

  “You remembered.” Jenna smiled and settled in. “Well, as an architect you want to plan a building that will stand the test of time.” She took a bite of her pasta and continued after swallowing. “There’s this church in Cambridge England at the University built in the thirteenth century. They used these amazing oak beams in the ceiling. Flash ahead about eight hundred years. The beams are rotting and need to be replaced. Between cost and finding the type of thick oak beams the church wasn’t sure what they were going to do.”

  “Then an architect came to the rescue and showed them steel,” Marcus mocked.

  “No. The original architect knew the beams wouldn’t last forever and would need to be replaced by the same strong oak.”

  “So what happened? He hid them in the basement or something.”

  “No, he planted trees all around the church yard. They were eight hundred years old, strong, thick oaks ready to be harvested to replace the old beams. All the church members would need to do was plant new acorns around the church and make sure they grew. By having a vision of the future the church will stand now and forever.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “Yes it is. I have to look at not only material costs, but its strength, longevity. Will it last in a Minnesota winter or in the heat of Las Vegas. Wherever I’m designing for. Is the foundation strong enough to build something that can last for my lifetime and a thousand after me.”

  “Is that how you approach everything?”

  “Long term, you mean?”

  “Yes.”

  She sat back and took a few more bites.

  “I don’t want to come off as one of those girls.”

  “What girls?”

  “You know. The ones that have you married before you finish your first sentence.”

  “So you’re saying you don’t have us married?”

  “Relationships are weird. First there’s attraction. Do I want to see this person naked and have them touching me?”

  “Since you gave me your number I assume I passed the first test.”

  Jenna put their plates on the coffee table, hiked up her skirt, then straddled Marcus’ hips.

  “I’m pretty sure you got extra credit,” she said as she stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it to the floor.

  Her eyes glided over his naked chest, stopping at his tattooed copy of his badge on his left peck.

  “I like it,” she said as she rubbed her thumb under his badge number.

  With her arms wrapped around his neck she began rocking her hips.

  “What comes next?”

  “Besides you?” she teased. “Second there’s the conversation. Is he intelligent? Does he make me laugh?”

  “Did I score…” Marcus tried to ask, but Jenna’s bare pussy was so wet that, even though he had sweatpants on, he could feel her excitement. “High.”

  “Very.” She captured his lips as her arms held tighter to his body. A little moan escaped and she bit at her lip. “Fuuuuuucccckkkk.”

  “Is that a request?”

  Jenna took his lips without haste while her sex rode him through rough fabric that brought the whole pleasure with pain argument to another level.

  “I wanna taste you, Marcus,” she gasped when they released. “Every inch.”

  As she slid down his body her teeth nipped at his chest, abs, and finally reached his waistband. Her moves were calculating as she made sure not to hit his wound.

  “I didn’t hurt you when I was on your lap did I?”

  Yeah right, he grunted to himself, maybe if she weighed another seventy pounds.

  “No baby, bouncing won’t hurt me now.” He smiled down at her as she kneeled between his legs.

  Her pink lips curled into a smile when she looked at him full and erect. She kissed inside his thighs and made sure to double-check his bandaged leg. It made him smile. And when her lips glided over the head of his manhood he was the one to fall back. Her full pink lips slid right down his dark manhood with her fingers leading the way stroking to his base and back to the tip. The sensation of her wet mouth and tongue mixed with her fingers, split over the head, and slicked his length.

  Knitting his fingers in her blond hair, he helped with the rhythm. As strokes quickened he felt his balls clench and he pulled her head all the way up and back right as the hot jets burst forth. The warm cum landed on her chest, spritzing the little bit of exposed skin, and flowed down to her breasts.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned through glistening lips. “I need that inside me so bad. I have condoms in the bedroom!”

  ****

  There had been many things Jenna had wanted in her life, but none more than Marcus Peterson between her legs. He was larger than she’d imagined and twice as thick. He had filled her mouth in a way that had her core throbbing. Now she wanted to be filled to capacity and have every nerve ungulate around it. Practically pulling Marcus from the living room they both began to stumble and she remembered his leg.

  “Slow down, especially if you’re being my cane. Remember, old and injured here.”

  “Injured I’ll give you.” She shook her head at his body. He’d pulled up his sweatpants, but his abs and chest… she got weak looking at them. “Old? Not with that body.”

  “Preplanning,” he joked as they fell into the room and onto the bed.

  He rolled on his back and she removed his pants, tossing them aside like day old bread. As she unbuttoned her shirt and cleaned off his cum he began stroking himself. She bit her bottom lip at the sight of him getting hard for her. To help him along she turned around and shimmied her skirt to the floor while keeping her ass high in the air.

  A few wiggles and a wink over her shoulder and he was more than ready for her. She crawled up the bed and dug a condom out of her nightstand. His eyes were devouring her, and as much as she needed him inside her, Jenna couldn’t believe how powerful the effects of just being watched were on her body. His fingers stroked back the little bit of hair that fell over her eyes as his hand cupped her cheek.

  “I’ve never been more happy about a case of mistaken identity than I was a week ago. In a million years I never thought I’d find someone as amazing as you.”

  Jenna fought every cynical bone in her body. There was still a third step and neither of them had truly passed it. She wanted Marcus for more than this moment and it hurt her to think it could all end.

  Reaching for him she took his lips and searched for an anchor. Anything to tell her it could be more than this night as she lifted herself and straddled his abdomen.

  “I don’t want to hurt you. I think we may have to get creative.”

  “You’re the one who understands design.”

  “Well let me get out my graphing calculator, ruler, and distance meter.”

  “Who knew architects were so kinky,” Marcus teased.

  Jenna looked over her shoulder at Marcus’ bandaged leg. A smile crept across her face as she stretched her imagination.

  She kissed him again and turned her body around. Sheathing him in a condom she rose up on her knees and placed one of her legs between his and her other one on the other side of his right leg.

  “Are you sure… oh hell woman,” he growled as she held his length and slid herself over him.

  The angle was amazing. His cock was penetrating and hitting directly on her g-spot all while her clit rubbed against his firm thigh. Why had she never tried this position before? She needed more injured lovers to make her become inventive.

  Marcus held firm to her hips with his thumbs meeting
right at the base of her spine. The two little dimples she had there made for a nice guide, and the pressure from his strong hands as he began moving her over him made her feel as if she could do anything because he was her support. Filled to capacity, Jenna rode his hardness until she felt herself coming undone. She wanted more, needed more. Just when every muscle in her body was spasming and she thought she’d collapse, Marcus sat up and braced her body.

  “Not yet, Baby, you need a little more.”

  “I don’t think I can take much more.”

  “You feel too good around me. I need a few more minutes.”

  Minutes! She was going to last thirty seconds. Her core became a vice around his cock and the thrusts turned to hard rocking.

  “That’s it. Hold on, Jenna,” Marcus growled as his hands began massaging her breasts. Even though she peaked and didn’t think she had an ounce of energy left she began rocking back. Friction and heat surged up from her pussy. She swore when she screamed in pleasure a beam of light must have shot from her body to drain the last of her life force. Marcus pulsed inside her making the walls of her core vibrate until they both collapsed back on the bed.

  ****

  Jenna lay sated on the pillow next to Marcus. Her finger traced the tattoo of his police badge. Her eyes were heavy lidded and all Marcus could focus on was the contrast of her light skin against his and the beauty it created. Jenna turned and Marcus pulled her into his arms. Her soft flesh was a warm caress against his.

  “Is there another step?” Marcus asked as his fingers strummed against her belly.

  “Step three is the job. Can I live…” she stopped, but it was probably his fault for nibbling on her neck and distracting her.

  “Can you live with what?” he whispered in her ear and felt her shiver in response.

  “What you do…” She pulled away and sat up in the bed with a sheet covering her chest. Marcus rested his head on her legs and looked at her. “And can he live with what I do?”

  “My job, I totally get. Being with a cop is stressful.”

  “Thanks for the crash course on that one, by the way.”

  “No reason to go in blind. It could be worse.”