Rowan 38 #2
I reached for his belt. The adrenaline made my fingers fumble for a second, but he helped guide my hands, steady and patient, until I worked it loose. I undid his jeans, pushed them down with a little more urgency, and he kicked them the rest of the way off.
Suddenly, there was nothing left in the way. Just skin. Heat. The press of his body against mine, everywhere, all at once.
His arms wrapped around me fully, pulling me in with a desperation that said he couldn’t get close enough. His mouth crashed into mine again, kissing me as if he meant to pull the air from my lungs. And I let him.
My fingers dug into his back as the heat coiled low and tight, sharp enough to make me tremble.
My breath stuttered. My pulse lurched. Every inch of me became raw and hypersensitive under his touch.
I barely managed to breathe around it, desperate for something to hold me together as the weight of it all started to crash down.
I couldn’t remember ever wanting someone this badly. And now that I had him, I couldn't stand to let him go.
My legs moved instinctively, one sliding up along his side. Then the other. I hooked them around his waist, pulling him in without a word.
That was all the permission he needed. He leaned in, every inch of him fitting perfectly against me. He paused, just for a second, long enough for his hand to steady at my hip and his forehead to rest gently against mine.
Then his hand slipped down. The first touch made me gasp and jerk up into him as his fingers began to work me open.
Slowly, circling, testing, pressing in a way that made my breath stutter.
At first, it was just a steady pressure to ease the way for what was coming, making sure I could take him. But it didn't stay slow for long.
He found the right angle, the right rhythm, and everything in me locked up.
His fingers moved more deliberately, curling just right to drag the heat through me in waves.
Almost immediately, his movements made my back arch and my thighs clamp tighter around him.
I couldn't stop moving against him, couldn't stop the quiet, desperate noises spilling out of me.
He kept grinding me right there, watching me squirm and feeling every shiver as my body gave into him.
Heat coiled tight and hot, sharper every second, and I was already so far gone I barely recognised myself.
My breath came ragged, broken into gasps and quiet curses, and my hands clawed at his back, his arms, anywhere I could hold on.
He dragged me right to the edge, and I was sure he'd push me right over.
But right as it was about to hit, his fingers slowed. Just enough to keep me hanging on and aching for more. The pressure eased without letting me go completely, and I was shaking so hard it almost hurt.
Eli didn’t stop touching me, but he switched his focus.
His free arm slid behind my back, pulling me in until my chest pressed against his.
His hand curled around the back of my neck as his mouth lowered to my throat.
His lips brushed just under my jaw, then higher, then down again, unhurried and quiet.
The heat of his breath made me shiver, but it wasn’t the same frantic, edge-of-breaking feeling anymore.
Though the burn inside me was still very much there, it began to settle into something warmer, steadier, coiling low again instead of blinding me.
I turned my face into his neck to breathe him in.
He kept kissing along my jaw while his touch stayed firm, keeping me near the edge without letting me drift. “You were close, weren’t you?”
My face stayed buried in his neck, but I managed a shaky breath and nodded.
He let out a breath against my throat. His fingers finally slipped free, and the loss made me whimper before I could stop it.
My hips twitched once before going still, my chest still heaving against his.
He didn’t let me go, though. His arm held firm around me while the other hand smoothed over my thigh, then settled at my waist.
"You're making it very hard for me to be patient right now."
His words sent another shiver through me. My fingers tightened against his back as if that could somehow steady me. My hips pressed against him again, restless, already chasing more before I could think better of it.
I felt him smile against my skin – because of course he caught that – and then he started moving.
His arm that had been wrapped around my back slid free, his fingers trailing slow and deliberate down my spine.
Both hands started to wander, unhurried but relentless, coaxing the heat back into me bit by bit.
His hands moved in no particular way. Sometimes they tickled the side of my neck as he tipped my head back to capture my mouth in a deep, calming kiss.
Sometimes they trailed lower, drifting down my chest to my sides and then my hips.
Every pass of his fingers left a trail of heat in its wake and kept me wound up and pliant under him.
Then everything started to travel lower.
His lips found my throat, then my collarbone.
His fingertips trailed just ahead of his mouth, gliding over my chest, down my ribs.
When they reached my stomach again, I couldn't stop the sharp gasp that broke out of me.
My whole body tightened under him as he lingered there, drawing out every last shiver until I thought I'd lose my mind.
After a few minutes, he gave me a chance to catch my breath as he settled his full weight over me.
It was subtle at first – the warm, heavy drag of him along my thigh as he pressed his hips in, then higher, until I realised what he was doing.
The sound that came out of me was closer to a whimper than I wanted to admit, and my fingers tightened in his hair as he started to roll his hips.
I couldn't stop myself from rocking up into him. He did it again, and then again, unhurried but steady, every pass sending little shocks through me and keeping me restless and raw. I could feel how much he enjoyed having me pinned beneath him. He was taking his time, savouring every reaction.
"Eli – " I broke off when his hips moved again, stealing the words right out of me. "Please."
He went still, and I heard the smile in his tone. "Didn't think you'd give in that easy."
I managed a shaky laugh. "After fifteen years, I've a right to be impatient."
That actually drew a quiet chuckle out of him, and he tapped his nose to mine before pulling back to line himself up. "Fair enough."
He carefully eased forward, hard and leaking against me, and slid in slow.
My thoughts scattered from the sheer intensity of it.
The way he filled me, all heat and weight and pressure – it made me dizzy.
A gasp escaped me before I could stop it, and my back arched as my hands clawed for something to hold onto.
He pulled me in tighter, arms locked around me, and kissed me through the burn. Deep and consuming. Every movement dragged another sound from my throat. Everything in me stretched to take him completely.
He went still for a minute to let me adjust, but his hands never stopped tracing steady patterns across my skin. His forehead rested against mine, his breath warm and uneven. Every inch of him was strung tight with restraint. “You good?”
My body slowly relaxed as the edge of that first rush softened. "Yeah... Yeah, I'm good."
He started to move, and this time, I moved with him. Each roll of his hips stoked the fire that curled low in my stomach, the heat that wound tight through every nerve until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.
I clung to him, chasing the way he made me feel. Not just with the way he touched me, but in every breath, every brush of his lips, every quiet sound that slipped from him. He wasn’t holding back now. He was here fully, and he’d been waiting for this.
He whispered against my neck, soft and low, his voice fraying at the edges. I couldn’t catch the words, not with the way everything else was crashing through me.
I tightened my grip on him to guide him closer and pulled him deeper into me. I wanted all of it. Everything he had to give. I'd wanted this for so long, and now that it was happening, I couldn't understand how I ever convinced myself that I didn't.
I'd always wanted Eli. There was never anyone else.
Every thrust sent heat tearing through me, sharper each time, drawing me farther into something I knew I wouldn't come back from. And I didn't care. I didn't want to. This was so much more than I could've hoped for. More consuming. More intense. More real than anything I'd ever let myself imagine.
I tried to say his name, but then he adjusted to hit somewhere deeper, and everything in me snapped.
A sound tore loose from me before I could stop it, rough and involuntary. My fingers dug into his back as my mind went blank. His grip tightened, and he picked up the pace to push me further and coax out more startled noises.
Fuck, I couldn’t think anymore. My breath caught with every motion, my body arching to meet him on instinct. All I could feel was him – the press of his body, the unrelenting rhythm driving me closer to the edge. He filled every part of my awareness.
My pulse thundered, my breath breaking in uneven gasps as the heat built fast and sharp. He drove in again, and that was all it took.
The release slammed into me without warning. A rough sound tore from my throat as my muscles clenched, nails dragging across his shoulders while my vision blurred at the edges and everything came apart. Somewhere in the background, I heard his voice, but the words didn’t register.
He held me steady as the aftershocks hit, each one sharper than the last. By the time it faded, I couldn't speak. Couldn't move. I just lay there, breathless and wrecked beneath him. When I finally managed to open my eyes, I found him watching me with barely contained amusement.