Me and Mr. Write (20 page)

“Rosie, you look gorgeous” I walk over to where
she’s standing and feel her become tense as I put my hands on her hips to pull her close, “Rosie, can we move forward, please.”

Rosie looks up at me through her lashes in that way that she knows drives me wild.

“I want to Jackson, I do, but…”

“Rosie, I was a twat, I know that. Look I have a perfect weekend planned for us
, I’ve really missed you. Come to my apartment with me, please” I stroke my hands around to her spine as I beg her to help me get ‘us’ back,

“Ok, but you have to kiss me first” she smiles weakly and I oblige.

I
’m lying on Rosie’s bed watching her pack a bag for the weekend and I can’t help but get hard when she gets down on all fours to reach into the back of her wardrobe for something.

“Jesus
Christ, I love those trousers on you!” when she turns her head to grin at me I have to use my hands to try and adjust my jeans to accommodate my arousal. Her eyes are drawn hungrily to where I’m now stroking slowing and she moves with cat like agility to straddle me and pin my wrists down above my head,

“Y
ou Mr James are a tease” she circles her hips, rubbing herself against my erection and causing me to buck my hips in response, as if it’s possible to fuck her through the layers of clothes we’re wearing,

“I’m not teasing
Rosetta; you can do whatever you want with me. I’m all yours”

She releases my wrists and leans down to kiss me as I dig my fingers into her hips and encourage her to keep moving, rubbing herself against me is making both of us hot.

“This is quite possibly my favourite outfit of yours, but I want it off you right now!” I am breathless with the ferocity of our kissing and can’t wait much longer before I’m inside her.

I sit up and encourage Rosie to lie down. I kiss across her lower belly and hip bones as I pull her trousers under her bum and sit up to pull them off, she’s wearing the black French knickers that I love on her and
I’m tempted to leave them on, but as much as I love fucking Rosie with her underwear still on, I love making love to her completely naked.

I pull them down and off before removing my own
t-shirt. I pull Rosie to sitting and she raises her arms as I pull at the hem of her vest and raise it over her head and off. She undoes and removes her bra as I watch, looking into her eyes as she looks into mine.

I
’m kneeling in front of Rosie and am eager for her touch as she slowly undoes the buttons on my jeans and frees me, taking me immediately in her mouth as she pushes my jeans down over my backside. I’m glad I decided to go commando today and am free for her to suck and stroke as she pleases.

The feel of her warm mouth surrounding me makes me tip my head back as I push forward, offering myself to her. Rosie’s nails rake across my backside and come to rest on my hips. I look down and take a moment to e
njoy watching her take me into her mouth. She circles with her tongue and the shockwaves cause me to lose my mind a little.

My finger
s grip into her hair as she moves her head back and forward sucking hard when she reaches the tip. When she comes up for air and pumps her hands up and down my dick she looks up and me and smiles before licking her lips. I can’t take any more.

I pull out of her hands and push back, pulling her legs so that she falls onto her back and spreading them wide.
She’s beautiful.

I sit back on my heels and use two fingers to rub
Rosie’s clit in circles; I can watch her reactions from here and can’t help but push my fingers inside as I lean down and circle the tip of my tongue around and over Rosie’s clit. She pushes her hips down as if she’s trying to force herself onto my mouth and working fingers and I suck, she arches her back and I take it as my invitation.

Rosie’s
head is hanging off the end of the bed as I lean up and pull her by her legs towards me. I know she’s ready for me and as I lean above her and push the tip of my dick inside her, her hands pulling on the back of my ribs encourage me to plunge hard and deep into her.

Her head goes back and she arches her back up
toward me as I find a delicious rhythm. I take Rosie’s hand and encourage her to rub her clit as I push hard into her and she happily obliges.

I feel the
familiar clenching around me and it feels like I’ve been punched in the stomach as Rosie starts to rock toward me moaning uncontrollably. I feel my balls tighten underneath me and pick up my pace. The pleasure washes over me as the heat rushes through my body and I open my eyes to see Rosie become limp underneath me.

Sex
is so much more with her, I feel so connected to her in that moment, physically and emotionally. And if I can spend a lifetime making her come like that, I’ll be a happy man.

When we get to my flat I lock the door and tell Rosie that it’s staying locked until Monday morning. I make her switch her phone off and I do the same, I’ve already told Rafe that he can call the landline if he needs us, but only in an emergency, otherwise this weekend is just about Rosie and me getting back on track.

“What are
your plans then Mr James? Lock me up so that I can’t run and then ravish me all weekend?” Rosie is playful as she turns to face me and takes her coat off. The yoga trousers are back and all of a sudden the ravishing sounds like a perfect idea,

“Hmm you will certainly be getting seen to
Alvez, I promise you that” I walk towards her, “But first I just want to cook for you, eat with you, and cuddle up on the sofa with a DVD…is that ok?” she smiles and throws her arms around my neck, standing up on her tip toes to reach me,

“Perfect!” she kisses me and my tummy flips over, we’re going to be ok…

“You cannot be serious Alvez!!! Jurassic Park is one of the best films ever made, closely followed by Jaws!” I am defensive as she insults my favourite film, but can’t help laughing at her confused expression,

“I don’t understand;
you seem so intelligent sometimes Jackson and then you say things like that!” She pisses herself laughing and I have to throw a cushion at her face to shut her up,

“You’re dead to me Alvez!” I stand up and head to the kitchen for another beer as
Rosie stops laughing long enough to take a sip of her coke, “Come on then Miss Empire Magazine, what’s your favourite film?” without thinking and with a completely straight face Rosie answers,

“Cars!
Closely followed by Days of Thunder!” then she smiles the very smile that got me into this mess in the first place and I laugh. I’m a lucky bloke.

The rest of the evening is spent listening to
Emeli Sandé and debating our different tastes in film, literature and music. Before I realise it, it’s two am and we’re still talking. Rosie starts to yawn and I know it’s time for bed.

“
Right then, it’s bedtime for me. Are you coming?” I stand and hold out my hand to Rosie and she lets me lead her to the bedroom.

I take off my t-shirt and Rosie takes it from me, she puts it on and climbs into bed. I can’t help but smile as she stretches out and shivers in the cold bed. I take off my trousers and climb in next to her,

“Mmm, you’re so warm” she
rolls into me and rests her head on my chest while stroking her fingers lightly over my abs as she falls asleep.

I love lots of things about
Rosie. The way she bites her lip when she’s nervous, and sticks her tongue out when she works, the way she sings in the shower as though she’s performing to thousands and sex with her blows my mind, but my favourite thing about her is this, the moments of calm, when there are no words but just the soft sound of her breath as she drifts into a peaceful sleep and the scent of her shampoo sending my senses into overdrive. I love her, I love us.

It’s a gorgeous sunny mid-
April Sunday morning as Rosie rolls over and smacks me in the face with her forearm,

“Oh god
Jackson, did I just hit you?” she wakes with a start and I pretend to hold my nose in pain, “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!”

I
can’t help but laugh as she sits up and pulls my hand from my face, and then smacks me for real for teasing her. She lies back down, resuming her position from last night and starts giving her orders,

“Stroke my hair then!” I of course oblige, she is the boss after all.

After breakfast
Rosie and I sit at opposite ends of the sofa. Sunlight is streaming in through the large windows in my apartment. I keep peeking over the top of my book to glance at Rosie while she reads. I’ve never seen someone’s facial expressions change so much when they’re reading, one minute she’s frowning and then smiling, it makes me laugh and when she glances up I have to look back to my book to pretend it’s that amusing me and not her. The weekend has been amazing. No distractions at all, just each other’s company, good food and crappy films that Rosie has chosen to watch.

Today has been so gloriously lazy, we read for a few hours together, we cooked lunch together and listened to music while we ate, we made love slowly before sharing a bubble bath and by the time I was standing in the kitchen cooking dinner, Rosie was napping peacefully on the sofa.

“Ok, so we have Water for Elephants, or The Impossible, what do you want to watch?” I made the mistake of letting Rosie choose the films for tonight,

“Erm, I really don’t mind babe, you choose. I’m going to sort some nibbles”

While we watch Robert Pattinson making friends with a circus elephant that shares her name, Rosie stuffs herself silly with Minstrels before starting on the Doritos and dip.

“Go easy chubs, you’ll be sick!” I
can’t believe how much food she’s put away today. I love that she enjoys her food and can’t help but laugh as she grins up at me with salsa all over her teeth,

“What? Do I have something in my teeth? Can I have a kiss? Go on, gimme a kiss…”
Rosie sits on top of me and tries to pin my hands as she threatens to kiss me with food all over her teeth,

“Ooh go on kiss me, kiss me! Oh!”
Rosie sits bolt upright and puts her hand over her mouth before jumping off me and running to the sink to be sick,

“Oh god.
I’m so sorry. I’ll clean it up, I’m sorry!”

“I told you that you’d be sick, are you ok? Get some water”
I stand and follow her into the kitchen to see if she’s ok,

Rosie
starts to cry as she tries to clean her vomit from the kitchen sink,

“Hey, come on, it’s ok. We all get sick from time to time, don’t get upset”
she continues to sob when I turn her around and hug her into my chest,

“Rosie why are you so upset?
I don’t love you any less because you ate too much and redecorated my kitchen you know” I smile but she pushes me away and heads for the bedroom, I follow Rosie and as I reach the door I hear her vomiting again in the en suite,

“Rosie, are you ok?” I hear her crying through the closed do
or and tentatively push it open. As she looks up at me I realise there’s more to this, there’s a look in her eyes that I’ve seen before,

“I lied to you
Jackson, I’m sorry” she slumps back against the wall next to the toilet and looks up at me defeated, “The test was mine, I’m pregnant”

It takes a moment of silence before I can think straight, once that moment passes all I can do is walk away.

“Jackson wait, please let me explai
n!” Rosie has pushed to her feet and followed me into the bedroom. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands, “Please just listen, let me explain”

Rosie kneels on the floor in front of me, begging me to listen but I am fu
rious. I can’t bear to look at her right now, but I do, I look her straight in the eyes as I speak,

“Explain what Rosie? How you lied to my fucking face? How you have been lying to me for the past two weeks?
I just cannot fucking look at you right now!” I stand up and push past her. As I leave the room I can hear her start to sob,

“
Jackson…Please…I’m sorry!” she’s followed me into the living room and speaks in between gasps for breath, it breaks my heart to see her cry like that but I’m livid with her.

“Rosie don’t!
Just bite your fucking tongue because I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want kids, you know that. Maybe that will change in the future but we’ve been together five bastard minutes and it’s been nothing but trouble since day one” Rosie collapses back onto the arm of the sofa and cries so hard that I think she may be sick again. I can’t talk, I can’t go to her. I just stand in the kitchen and stare down at the work top blankly.

After a while
Rosie stands and walks to the opposite side of the breakfast bar, she doesn’t raise her head to look at me,

“Jackson, I was scared, I still am…I don’t want to lose you” she speaks calmly but her only infuriate me more,