Free Rose in Bloom: Sex and the Season Two by Helen Hardt

“I want to taste you. You’ll enjoy this. I promise.”
    “But why would you want—”
    “Because I love you, Rose. I love every part of you. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes, and every tiny bit in between, including your beautiful pussy. Let me give you pleasure.”
    Cameron slithered his tongue up and down over her opening. Rose sighed. It felt amazing, as if every nerve ending in her body were being stimulated. Cameron pushed her thighs forward until her intimate area was completely vulnerable to him. He kissed the insides of her thighs, leaving them moist. Then she shivered as he cast his hot breath upon the wetness. He moved back to her sex, licking in long languid strokes and pushing his tongue into her. She arched off the bed, moaning. He grabbed her across the belly and forced her down, making her lie still. His tongue moved upward, finding her swollen peak, swirling around it lightly, and then not so lightly.
    “Oh, Cam, that’s so…so…”
    Soon he was sucking her, and when he filled her with a finger she arched again. This time he didn’t hold her still. He moved with her, his finger moving in and out in a languorous rhythm, while his mouth teased her nub, making it throb beneath his tongue. Rose moved with him, running and running in her mind, until she reached the plateau. She shouted his name as she climaxed, her sex hugging his finger, convulsing, as he continued to lick her, nursing her through the crashing waves of joy, until the sweet rapture enveloped her and she went limp beneath him.
    Slowly he moved toward her, kissing her abdomen, her breasts, her throat, her mouth. “Taste your juices,” he said. “Taste how sweet you are.”
    Rose opened to him, swirled her tongue with his and tasted the tanginess of her own body. She kissed him hard, her desire overwhelming. She wanted to mark him. Brand him as hers.
    The passionate kiss continued until Cameron broke away and inhaled sharply.
    “My God, Rose. I’ve never been kissed like that.” He panted against her neck. “I love you so much.”
    Rose rained tiny kisses against his moist neck. “What you…did to me was exquisite. I love you too.”
    “I licked your pussy, sweet.” He chuckled against her neck.
    “Cam…” Heat spread through her body.
    “I do adore you, my Rose. You know you won’t turn to stone if you say it.”
    “I know. It’s just—”
    He cupped her cheek. “I understand. And I’m so sorry that the next part might hurt a bit.”
    “I don’t care.”
    “I do. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “Someone will have to do it eventually,” Rose said. “I want it to be you, Cam. Only you.”
    “Touch me.” He led her hand to his swollen shaft.
    Rose grasped him. “It’s so hard, Cam.”
    He laughed. “Of course it is. It’s for you, my darling. Only for you.”
    “I don’t know what to do.”
    “Just kiss me…and let me come inside you.”
    His mouth came down on hers, and she released his cock, using both of her hands to caress his muscular back and shoulders. His erection nudged against her.
    “Are you sure this time?” he asked.
    “Yes, Cam.” Her body was on fire. “Yes. In fact, if you don’t make love to me now, I think I may actually die!”
    He stroked her lips lightly. “I assure you, you won’t die.” He smiled, and then turned serious. “You need to understand, Rose. When I come inside your body, that makes you mine.”
    “I want to be yours. I never wanted anything more—” She gasped as he stabbed her virginal flesh.
    “I’m so sorry. I tried to hold on. I’ll stop if you—”
    “No, don’t stop. I’m all right.”
    Slowly he descended into her, inch by inch. The stab changed to a burn. Still moving slowly. How large was he, anyway? And how deep was her…pussy? Finally he stopped moving.
    “Are you in now?” she asked.
    “Yes, sweet,” he groaned. “I feel like you were made for me. How do you feel?”
    “Well…full, I guess.” She laughed a