A LITTLE TOUCH OF ROSE - EPISODE 28

Zedekiah’s standpoint

I’m completely out of my mind, but I still did it anyways. I didn’t need the alcohol to push me, it was the desire that had been eating me up since she dramatically walked out in that dress. Fully aware of my actions, though pushed by the amount of strong-water floating in my system.

Her tongue taste like the grog she drank, it cinnamon more prominent than the other ingredients. Her moans are lush, flowed into my eardrums and melted like crude butter in my body, fueling the passion and hunger to have her squirming under me.

I kissed her as I pushed her back, leading her to the bed where her wings was dropped early into the party. I take advantage of her distraction and curiosity. From my knowledge, she had never been kissed or had such sexual pressure dropped on her. She wanted to know more, and I was going to give her more.

Once I heard her legs hit the frame of the bed, I pushed my hands under her thighs, lift her up and wrap them around my torso, never letting go of her plum lips. Dragging my teeth on her lips, I maneuvre us into the bed and rest my back on the headboard, placing her firmly on my thighs to straddle them. Rosita pulled back from my lips and looked down at our bodies which were barely apart.

“This is where we stop?” I knew she didn’t intend for it to be a question, but it was, and I liked how she was reluctant to stop. As a reply, I grab a handful of her ass, causing her to squeal before she giggled and wrapped her hands around my neck once more. “I am so going to regret this,”

I didn’t pay attention to her words, instead, I bring her lips down to mine and began my search for a way to get the damn dress off her. I run my hands everywhere, but it seemed as though my enemies planned me. I continue to kiss her hungrily and feverishly, growling as she began grinding herself on me once more.

With frustration, I pulled away from her lips and shouted, “Damnit! How the hell do I take this off!”

Rosita let out a nervous laugh, right before she pulled a part of the dress I didn’t notice had a double layer. The crystal layer came off to reveal the plain silk and extremely glitter filled one with a zipper. “Yeah… Erm… Well… This is how you take it… What am I doing…” She stammered.

I reached down and caught the zipper between my teeth, before tugging it down and using my fingers to pull it all the way down. I wasn’t expecting her not to wear a bra. I gasped as her breasts popped out, almost as if waiting for me to do it. I raised my startled face to hers, she was red from embarrassment.

“I…I…I… Ur…” She crossed her hands over her chest, shielding my view. “Sorry, my boobs are a little bit well… Er… You clearly don’t want this so…”

She could never be more cuter.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, pushing her hands down so I could see her luscious round pillows. I pushed the rest of the dress off her and let it bunch up at her waist.

My eyes were almost blurry and my cock painfully hard and twitching beneath her. I looked from one bosom to the other, salivating as I wondered where to start from. Rosita seemed to have lost her patient, as the next thing she did was push her firm and standing pillows into my face.

“Oh shit!” It was really happening. I had Rosita Donahue half naked on my thighs, her boobs in my face. It felt like a fucking dream. But I wasn’t going to waste that dream.

I started by placing gentle kisses on the skin between her breast, running my fingers down to the base of her spine, drawing out shivers after shivers from her with my repeated action. I let go of her spine and moved my hands back to her ass as I sucked on the skin beneath her left breast. She gasp loudly before moaning and squirming a little. I bit a trail to her right tit, darting my tongue out to soothe the pain after every bite.

My erection becomes more hard, and the layers of clothes keeping us apart becomes very frustrating to bear. Her hands remained in my hair, almost pulling my scalp off from the amount of tugging she did at each moan. The painful action was erotic and the way she rolled her clothed core on my hard-on wasn’t helping.

Rosita was feeling it too and she pushed me away and groaned with equal frustration. She gets up to her knees and pull the dress over her head, tossing it towards her wings and repositioning herself on my thighs. Our lips reconnect, and this time, the kiss is much more hotter and desperate. The friction wasn’t enough, just not enough. She began the frantic process of unbuttoning my shirt, finishing with a gasp and a pant.

“What the hell is wrong with me,” she murmured, but still pushed my blazer and the shirt off. Rosita brought her lips back to mine, before letting her hands find the heavy silver belt not necessarily holding my pants up.

My conscience gnaw at me to stop her. She wasn’t thinking right and I was going to take advantage of her. Rosita didn’t need that, she didn’t need me to do this even though her body wanted it. I knew that deep down, she wanted to stop, and I needed to grant her that wish.

“Rosita, we can’t,” the blow of the words punch me right in the guts, but I endured it. “You don’t want this,” she didn’t reply but brought her lips back to mine again. I kissed her back with the same passion, almost forgetting what I was trying to stop.

Rosita succeeded in removing the belt and the button, before zipping it down. I held her hands to stop her, which drew a whimper from her. She pulled away and pouted, “take it off, or don’t you want me?”

“I do, I really do. But it can’t be this way, not when we are both not thinking with our brains.”

“My body is on fire, Zed, please, make it stop,” she cried, “I have to discover where this feeling would end, please,” she pleaded. I nodded, which made her smile triumphantly. I lifted myself and her up so she would pull the jeans off, and toss it away.

I held her hands when she grabbed the waistband of my briefs, “Rosita,” I called warningly, pushing a statement into that single tone. The tone held the promise of no return if she should ever go on with what she wanted to do. Removing my briefs wasn’t safe, especially as she was only in her panties and garter stockings.

A growl of frustration left her lips, her lust glazed eyes turning to annoyance. “Just let me touch you already! It’s just this one time!”

“Rosita Donahue, are you ready to have sex with me, here and now?” She pinned her lips thoughtfully and ponder over it for a minute before sighing and shaking her head.

“But what am I suppose to do? I’m already excited,” she said sadly. Her eyes immediately lit up before she was sitting on me again with new found enthusiasm. She wiggled her wet underwear on me, evoking a groan from me.

“What are you doing?”

“Dry-humping,” she replied before her lips came back to mine. I accepted it as the best I could get. We kissed as I guided her hips to control her movement and speed, my dick twitching involuntarily under her. She broke the kiss and focused on the new means of pleasure she found, throwing her head back as she moaned with tears rolling down her eyes.

I watched her: her bouncing tits, loud heartbeat, the sweat beginning to form on the surface of her skin, and the expression on her face. My cock strained against my briefs, not getting the satisfaction she was getting, but I let her bathe in the pleasure. It was fun watching how much she was enjoying the torturous pleasure.

Her face contours before she let out a small cry, right before her moist seep into my briefs from the amount of juice she shoot off. Rosita dropped her face on my shoulder as she panted, her smile plastered to my skin.

“You okay?”

“Is…is…this how good this feels?”

“It gets better,” I smirked, running my hands into the length of her packed hair. She pushed away from me and frowned. “What?”

“You didn’t cum,” she stated.

“Clearly,” she gave me a naughty and mischievous smile before pushing her ass backward to hover over my legs. I raised a curious and confuse eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“It wouldn’t be fair if you don’t get to cum too, would it?” She forcefully yanked my briefs down, smirking wider as my hard cock sprout out like a spring.

“Do you even know what you are about to do?” I asked with wide eyes.

“How hard can it be? Roam hands, stroke it, trace it with my index or pinky… Why don’t I just show you?” She chuckled darkly.

Rosita gently grabbed me, my eyes widening even further. She kept her eyes on me as she began with gentle strokes, causing my body to jerk in reaction to it. She smiled at every jerk, still not removing her eyes from my face.

“Moan,” she commanded, and when I didn’t, she used her pinky finger to run the length of my cap, that certainly did the trick. I threw my head back into the headboard as I lost all my shit. She went all out with the strokes, gentle massages, the finger tracing, balls teasing and finally let her lips and tongue grace my tip to lick off the precum.

I barely opened my eyes and watched the look of astonishment that formed on her face from what she tasted. “It’s weird, salty, almost yummy if you think about it sexually.” She was in awe at everything.

“Rosita,” I groaned, thrusting my hips forward to get her attention. It didn’t work, so I grabbed her head and pushed it down. Her lips open up and her tongue darts out before gently licking the tip of my cock again, swirling my precum and her saliva everywhere. Without warning, she took my full length into her mouth, almost making me lose my mind from the waves of pleasure that enfolds me.

I hissed out curses as her mouth continued to suck me like an expert while her fingers found my balls and ministered to them. Her tongue is enough to drive me insane as she rotates her it while still maintaining her deep breathless suction. My vision blurred from the pleasure as tears sting my eyes. She tapped my thigh, ordering me to fuck her mouth while she handled the rest, and I did.

Moans and curses leaves my mouth as I thrust in deep and pull out slightly, while she still somehow managed to maintain the suction and keep up with my pace. My hand remained in her hair, holding her head in place even if I didn’t need to. The pleasure built up completely as I felt my cock swell in preparation to explode.

“Rosita, I’m about to cum,” she shook her head, stating that she wasn’t ready for that. I let her head go so she would pull away fast, though not fast enough as some got into her mouth.

With lightning fast move, she shot up, slammed her lips on mine and spit my cum into my mouth. She pulled away and wiped her lips as she laughed.

“There, now we are even,” I’m a little bit flustered from what just happened and it gets to me as I stared at the half naked girl sitting on me with a wide grin. She didn’t look the slightest bit bothered by the fact that I was Zedekiah and she, Rosita. It almost looked like her brain hadn’t worked up the reality in front of her.

I tilt my head in confusion and made deep eye contact with her. My intense gaze turned her to mush as she began squirming and making uncomfortable squeaky sounds. “S…st…stop… Staring at m..m..me like th..at,” she stuttered.

“Rosita, are you alright? Are you sure your head is alright? Is the alcohol making us both think we are each other? Maybe it is…” She rolled her eyes with a blank look. “You know my name, right?”

“Of course I do, aren’t you Zedekiah? And yes, I figured out you aren’t as drunk as I thought you were and also yes, I know what we just did,” she shrugged.

“Aren’t you bothered by it?” She shook her head vigorously, “why?”

“I dunno,” she shrugged, “it’s like my head is in some kind of loophole or something…”

“This can’t happen again, ever,” I cut her off seriously. It wasn’t like I didn’t want her, it was the situation that surrounded it. I liked her too much to turn her to my nonexclusive girlfriend, too much to let her conclude on the kind of relationship we should have.

I didn’t want her for sex… Okay, that too, but the point is not just that. I didn’t want to hide the fact that I felt something for her, or that she is mine. I didn’t want to pretend to be just friends in public, when behind closed doors we do something friends don’t do. I didn’t want the speech where she would tell me I had no right to question her when she gets too close to this guy or the other because we aren’t dating exclusively. I didn’t want to have to be with anyone else other than her. I didn’t want to die of jealousy and not be able to say anything because she isn’t mine. I wanted the pride of holding her in public, kissing her, and letting people think of what we do because they know we are together. To have guys remember that she was taken and mine.

Sex didn’t just fill that hole.

“I…I…I… Don’t understand, did I misread this? I’m…”

“No, you didn’t. I do want you…”

“But you just…”

“But not this way, not the way you are heading to. Rosita, I am not going to turn you to my personal sex doll..”

“It…” I clamped my hand over her mouth and shook my head.

“If we should ever be together, I want it to be because we are in a relationship, because we have feelings for each other and trying to see where it would take us,” she immediately scrambled away from me, rushing off the bed with a swift movement, “Rosita, I…”

“Don’t say it!” She shouted panickingly. “Don’t say what I think you want to say or else this would become more real and heavy. I don’t want the weight of those words on me, especially the middle one. And I don’t want to break your heart so don’t say it!”

“What is the point of me not saying it when you already know? And it’s not the heart word in case that is what you are afraid of. I am not there yet, but I wish to try with you,” I said calmly. She shook her head, as if trying to shake my words off.

“It’s easier to pretend when I don’t have your voice recorded in my head, it’s easier that way…”

“Rosita…”

“No, Zedekiah, no, not now, not ever…”

“Why!” I shouted, starting to feel my skin bristle from the rising rage. “What are you so afraid of?”

“How about everything?! You don’t even know who I am…”

“Learning is part of being in a relationship…”

“You are too good for the baggages I bring along with me…”

“I don’t mind an extra load,”

“Zedekiah we can’t! Don’t make me do this, please!” She screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she shook her head, hands covering her chest. I didn’t understand why she was overreacting, what she was so afraid of and her reluctant was breaking me.

“Am I that bad?” I whispered sorrowfully, “so bad you can’t even think twice before rejecting my feelings and slapping it right on my face? Am I that terrible, Rosita?”

“You are not,” she sobbed, “but I can’t trust you with me. Not just because I have secrets that might not sit well with you, but because I am afraid of you. Zedekiah, you have the power to crush me, destroy everything I have suffered to build for twenty-one years, everything that I am as Altansarnai. You can make me feel things I have never felt before, give me happiness and also anger, but it is all part of what makes you so dear to me. I am afraid of you because you can crash down my thick wall, just like you did when you ripped out my heart, chewed it and spit it at my face years ago. Or did you not?” She cried.

“My whole life, at least before I met you, my father hadn’t failed to talk about this great boy that would be with me. I didn’t want to be alone like the rest of my ancestors so I was really happy when father changed a code so I could be with someone. And to make it even better, he was my favourite person’s son, my Captain Hezzy’s offspring,” she shook her head with a sardonic laugh, “to me, you were a miracle, my miracle. You had to be like Hezzy too, he was a great man to your mother and I knew if you really was like him, I would be shown love for the rest of my life, unlike the others before me. I had such high expectations from you, high admiration. I placed you on a pedestal and admit that I trained harder and made sure I looked even more beautiful so when we met, you’d see me as a strong, independent and beautiful lady. Do you know how hyped I was when dad finally said we were going to meet? I bet you didn’t even notice the white dress I wore or the way I packed my hair, because Hezzy said that was your favourite colour and you liked girls with bangs and cute puffy bunches. Did you notice it?”

I did, but I was too deep in blind hatred and I hated that she was dressed like that.

“You didn’t, and even if you did, you hated it. I tried to be your friend, to befriend this cute older guy I really liked, but all he did was scorn at me. Confuse on what I did wrong, broken thinking of the mistake I made that made you hate me so much when all I had done was see you as some kind of god, I buried most of my emotions deep inside me, so I won’t continue to hurt. Tell me, Zedekiah, do you have any reasonable reason why you hated me? Do you? No, your hatred made no sense! Absolutely no sense!”

“And now what? You just realised it, now you are overwhelmed with as much emotions as I was back then and you expect me to just fall into your arms like an idiot? I don’t trust you, I will never trust you and will never let myself be deceived allover again. This clearly was a mistake… Knowing about you have been a mistake from the very beginning, and I just made it worse. Just stay the hell away from me and forget this ever happened, because I certainly will.”

I sat there with lips parted as I gawked at her. I had no idea she felt that way, I always thought she just looked down on me. I thought… That’s just it, everything I had ever done was conclude. I’d done nothing but unknowingly hurt us both with my unreasonable and unnecessary decisions and feelings.

Her words were like knifes to my heart and each tears that left her eyes burnt me internally. I caused her that pain, I had been doing so for years and wasn’t aware of it. Maybe I should have just kept my distant, or accept the offer she gave. But maybe she would have called it off either way.

Knowing about you have been a mistake from the very beginning, and I just made it worse. Just stay the hell away from me and forget this ever happened, because I certainly will.

Me, a mistake?

The word reverberated in my head, increasing it volume over and over again. I was a mistake, yes, I was. It was a mistake of me to had follow dad that day. If I didn’t see her then, I wouldn’t have jumped into conclusion. It was a mistake for me to have let my foolish mind convince me negatively. A mistake to have hated her, a mistake to have behaved the way I did when we came face to face, a mistake to hang on to my childish anger, a mistake to refuse her hand of friendship, a mistake to had uttered all those hurtful words to her, a mistake to have done all I did, a mistake to shove my feelings down and a bigger mistake to be me.

I watched her run out of the room with her belongings, still sobbing as she yanked the invincible rope holding my heart to her, pulling it along with her.

It was a mistake to have kissed her in the first place, when she wasn’t ready, a mistake to had ever initiated any sexual activity, a mistake to have said what was in my heart. But it wasn’t a mistake to have such feelings. I refuse to let it be a mistake, I refuse to let my mind convince me negatively again. My affection for Rosita Donahue is not a mistake, and I will correct the other errs by making her see that I am not a mistake.

One way or the other, I will.