Discovering Pleasure by Marie Haynes Page A

and that was simply not acceptable.
    “Nathan, I need you,” Rose gasped. She clenched her muscles around him, drawing him further into her own body.
    “Girl, if you don’t slow down, I’m going to come too soon. You’re makin’ me lose control,” Nathan ground out.
    “I don’t want you to have control. I want control and I want you to come. That alone will give me pleasure,” Rose commanded.
    She sucked her finger. Nathan abandoned her lips and focused on her neck, biting down while he thrust into her.
    Rose had thrust her finger up his asshole, massaging his prostate and stimulating him beyond belief.
    “Jesus Christ!” he shouted, fighting a losing battle for control.
    “Come for me,” she demanded. “Fill me.”
    Nathan lost all semblance of control. He threw his head back and growled, his seed shooting into her warm, welcoming body. Somewhere, deep in the back of his mind, he realised that he had not yet put on a condom, but he couldn’t stop himself. She felt so damned good…all hot and wet and his. Besides, Rose was on birth control pills and they had both been tested just to be sure, so he knew they were both clean. Her finger slowly slipped out of his ass and he clenched his cheeks. She kissed his neck and wiggled beneath him as the wave of joy began to ebb. Slowly, he became aware of the slight body beneath him and he shifted his weight so as not to crush her.
    “My God, Rose. You are the perfect woman for me,” he said, kissing her face.
    “Not yet, but I will be,” she responded, pushing him onto his back.
    He lay still, amazed as she kissed her way down his chest. Gasping, he felt her lips sucking gently. She carefully licked and kissed his shaft to her satisfaction and then lay with her head resting on his stomach, her hand wrapped around his depleted cock. He kept his hand entwined in her soft red hair, his mind completely blank and his body hers. His breathing eventually returned to normal and he realised that Rose had stopped moving.
    “You awake, little one?” he asked quietly.
    When she didn’t answer, Nathan sat up, careful not to disturb her too much. He shifted her so that her head was cradled against his chest. He sniffed her hair, enjoying its scent.
    “My own little Rose,” he whispered. “One day, you’ll understand just what you mean to me. What a beautiful person you are. But for now, rest and know that I will always protect you.”
    He gently kissed her head and settled himself to sleep as well. Tomorrow was soon enough to discuss plans. For now, he would enjoy the warmth and feel of her body.

    * * * *

    Nathan awoke the next morning and rolled over to reach for Rose. He opened his eyes when he encountered only a cold pillow.
    “What the hell?” he mumbled.
    He laid in bed for a moment longer. Hearing clattering in the kitchen, he glanced at the clock and groaned. What the fuck was that woman doing in the kitchen at six-thirty on a Saturday morning? Nathan briefly debated the merits of staying in bed over rousing himself, until the alluring scent of coffee reached his nostrils. Following his nose, he rose and wandered into the kitchen.
    “Morning, sweetheart! Sleep well?” Rose asked, standing on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.
    “You seem awfully cheerful this morning,” he commented before grasping her hair and pulling her head back for a full-on, rock-your-socks-off kiss.
    “Well,” she stammered when he released her, “if I could wake up to a kiss like that every morning, no wonder I’m cheerful. Here, why don’t you sit while I get you a cup of coffee?”
    “You’re a goddess,” he mumbled.
    Noticing the silver tea pot on the counter and a mug half full of amber liquid, he knew Rose was already fortified by the herbal tea she preferred, but she always made coffee for him. God love the woman.
    Sipping his coffee, he watched as she fixed a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. She must have got up quite early since he saw no