He leaned down, opened her legs, and began licking her and eating her and going down on her in ways that had her not only leaned back on the huge vanity counter, but had her halfway in the sink.
It felt so good, it felt so intense that she was pushing on his head, to make him stop, when they both knew stopping was the last thing she wanted. He lifted her as he ate her, carried her into the shower stall, and continued to eat her as the water poured on both of them.
The water felt like calming acupuncture needles to Mick, as he went down so hard on Roz that he needed that calm to balance his heightened sensual appetite. Because he couldn’t get enough of Roz. He held her beneath her thighs, and she held onto him, as he pushed her back against the hot stall and couldn’t stop mouth-fucking her.
But just when she was on the edge of cum, and just when she was about to scream with joy, he wanted to feel it when it happened. He moved her slightly down, and guided his fully aroused cock inside of her.
She jerked upward as it shoved inside with one hard thrust and kept going, deep, deeper and nearly to her deepest point. But he reserved that for last. Because he would cum too soon if he took it all.
He fucked her. He fucked her against that shower stall and watched her bounce up and down every time his cock shoved into her. He moved his ass around and around as his cock did magic tricks inside of her. He was giving her the best that he had. And she was cumming as he gave it to her, over and over, as if neither one of them wanted this to end.
Until Mick was cumming too. Until he was releasing so much beauty inside of her that all they could do was hold onto each other and experience the joy together. Because it was different now. She made a decision. They were at the sensitive beginning of what they both hoped would be a long-lasting, committed relationship. It was exciting. It was sobering. It was beautiful.
Over the next several days, Mick did something he’d never done before in his life: he took time off from his work. A complete break. And spent it all with Rosalind. He wined and dined her, made long, passionate love to her, and treated her like his queen.
Until it was time to leave.
He flew back to New York with her, just to see her safely home, and that fact alone endured him even more to her. They sat on his private jet, sipping wine, as they made the short trek back to her territory.
Oddly enough, Mick always felt so comfortable around Roz that he always found himself restful. Around everybody else he was restless. But not around Roz. He was so restful, in fact, that he was lying down, on one sofa-styled leather seat, while Roz sat up across from him. She was going through his things. Not his business things, but his personal things. All in a side pocket by her seat. Things such as his discarded reading glasses, a pair of socks, a shoe horn. Just odd things like that. And then a CD. She pulled it out. “Stevie Wonder: The Definitive Collection.” She looked at Mick. Because of her father, she had an affinity for music too. “You bought this?”
Mick looked at what she was talking about. “I did.”
“When?”
Since I met you, he could have said. But he wasn’t about to. “Not that long ago.”
“What, you ordered it online or?”
“No, actually, I went to a music store and purchased it.”
Roz smiled. “You walked into a music store for the sole purpose of buying an old Stevie Wonder CD?”
“That’s right.”
Roz shook her head. He never ceased to surprise her. “I didn’t know you were a Stevie Wonder fan.”
“Neither did I. Until I heard one of his songs.”
“Which one?” Roz asked excitedly.
Mick reached for the CD. Roz handed it to him. He popped it into the stereo above his lounger and pressed number five. The song, For Once In My Life, came on.
Roz and Mick both listened to the entire recording, staring at each other. When the song ended, they both were bright-eyed with unshed tears. Tears of joy.
Roz went to Mick, and he pulled her into his arms. And held her there until the plane touched down, and they were back on her turf.
During the limo drive to her apartment, Mick still held her: he held her hand. But she could tell something different was on his mind.
“What’s the matter?” she asked him as their driver drove them slowly through the busy, gritty streets.
“I want something that I know you don’t want,” he said.
Roz stared at him. “Such as?”
“I want you to move into my penthouse at the Carson.”
He was right. “Why would I want to do that?” she asked. “I have a perfectly fine apartment of my own.”
“In Brooklyn,” Mick said.
Roz could have been offended by that. But she understood where he was coming from. “It’s a fine apartment, Mick. It’s perfectly safe, if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s as perfect and safe as any apartment can be.”
“The Carson would be safer,” he said. “For you.”
But that was a non-starter with Roz. “Thanks, but no.”