"What makes you think we're going to have sex here?"

Eyes wide, Rosabella reached forward and patted his chest, earning a mischievous laugh from him.


"Damn it."

He laughs again but rests his head on her leg in his hands again to continue sucking.

"Like I could stop now..."


Looking at her, all mischievous eyes then disappeared.

"But before we do... I want you to do something for me."


Rosabella licked her lips as she watched him run his tongue over her pedicure-red toes.

"What."

Charles' fingers massaged her legs a little harder.

"Touch yourself, Rosabella." He whispered.

Rosabella inhaled sharply at his words.

This isn't the first time he's asked this of her because Charles loves foreplay as much as she does. However, each time he utters any wish, it just makes her that much more interested.

Slowly, Rosabella reached under her skirt and pulled her legs apart further as she let her hands move up to her inner thighs.

She could see that he was looking down, watching her fingers trace her wet panties as he continued to suck her toes.

His hardness tensed on his pants when Rosabella was seconds away from reaching out to release it.

And just when she was thinking that all this was getting too much, Charles suddenly stopped. Looks like he's had enough as he quickly gets up from his chair, grabs her legs, and places them wider until he's actually standing between them.

Stepping forward, he pulled up the spring satin of her party dress and reached inside to pull her breasts out.

"You are evil, cunning." He hissed as soon as he realized she was wearing the bra he bought her a few months ago, immediately wondering if she was wearing the rest of her underwear.

She doesn't wear socks and most of her dress is hiding her panties. Rosabella smiled teasingly at him as she slid toward the edge of the table, squeezing her legs around his waist and pressing her arms against the wooden surface behind.

Twisting his hips, she moved against him, showing him the desired friction she was craving.

"And you're too easy." She said laughing.

Charles growled low in his throat as he pulled down her lace bra and adjusted her nipples between his fingers.

He bent his head and squeezed her breasts together, bringing them to his mouth, giving each of her nipples equal attention as he let his tongue swirl around them.

Rosabella gasped. Charles yanked her legs from his waist as he pushed her back to the desk.

His face reflected his impatience, he brought his trousers down around his ankles, letting his erection free.

At the same time, Rosabella hurriedly took off her soaked panties and dropped them on the floor, next to her high heels.

With an evil grin, Charles wrapped his legs around him and pressed his erection into her hot cleavage, her skirt bunched around her midsection.

Watching her face closely, he slowly enveloped himself completely inside her tight channel.

Rosabella's face flashed with joy at his intrusion as she immediately gripped his shoulder, preparing herself for what was to come.

Keeping an eye on her face, he first establishes a slow, stiff rhythm before he can't hold it anymore and starts walking faster.

Every moan he pulls from her lips feels like a triumph because she's clearly trying to keep them to herself.

Charles growled against her smooth throat, inhaling her scent as he spent him inside her steamy.

Rosabella slid across the mahogany table as he dug his fingers into her hips to prevent her from falling off while pushing deeper and deeper into her.

Watching her body curl in ecstasy was the most amazing sight in the world, making his rigidity almost painful.

He trusts even stronger, then even harder, turning Rosabella's moans into tears.

It didn't take long, and before they knew it, they both arrived forcefully, groaning in unison as waves of pleasure swept through their fused bodies.

Rosabella gasped as her body stood still. He lifted his head and smiled at her flushed face, his fingers brushing her hair away from it for a better view.

She let him admire her and return his gaze without hesitation. She is so perfect. Never taking his eyes off her, he lowered his head and covered her lips with a gentle kiss as he slowly pulled away from her.

Charles was still holding her, allowing time for their rapid breathing to adjust before getting dressed again. He kissed a spot just below her ear.

"Does sex make you dumb?" He chuckled.

"I want to..." she mumbled, her voice slower and more relaxed than usual.

"No, that would be boring. The things that come out of your mouth are more interesting than you think."

"I'm glad I made you happy."

"Me too."

Rosabella gave him a curious look.

"Are you Okay?" She asked softly.

"Of course it is. Tired I guess."

She tilted her head as her hand moved from his shoulder to wrap around his neck, playing with his sweaty hair behind it.

"You seem different."

"Different?"

She nodded.

"Uh. What are you thinking?"

Charles hesitated, partly because he was so surprised at how quickly she caught on to his mood and partly because he didn't know if he should say what he was thinking.

He sighed heavily, giving in. "I'm a selfish bastard, so don't get me wrong, okay? If you're asking me to let you go now, there's no way I'll agree." He began, receiving a big smile from her that he couldn't help but return.

"But I don't know why I hate the idea of ​​stealing something from you. Your freedom or your normalcy, whatever."

To his surprise, Rosabella wasn't even surprised by his statement.

Instead, he felt her running her fingers through his hair more, stroking them back as her eyes were fixed on him, her expression serene.

"Charles, I think you're confusing something. I mean, you're right. Your bad deeds, killing, criminal, illegal, all make you feel guilty. So, of course, you're feeling like you've done someone wrong or as you say robbed someone but that's not me. You're not a good man, but you're good to me, I don't care about anything else." She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his forehead.

Charles didn't know what else to say to this. It's no surprise that out of all the things he sees and does every day, only this woman is capable of completely disarming him.

His fiancee. His little flame.

"Let's go upstairs, you're not done with me."

Rosabella let out a chuckle. "I hope not."

Charles picked her up and whispered in her ear. "I love you."

She also whispered the same thing. They don't have to say the words out loud to know they're real.

The End