21. Seth #2
I move lower, looking up at her from beneath my lashes. “Yeah. I will.”
There’s nothing I want more than to make Rowan come for me, whimper for me, to know exactly how she sounds when my head is between her legs. She’s always wound so tightly and overflowing with hidden feelings. I want to reveal all of her and help her let go.
I don’t doubt that it’s what she wants, too, when her back arches beneath me.
Every brush of our lips goes right to my dick. I kiss the crevice of her breasts, down over her stomach and the perfect roundness there, the light stretch marks at her hips—I bite down on those, and she giggles again.
Until I’m finally between her knees. I’m somehow… here. Everything about her is always perfectly put together. Her underthings are the same color as her dress, and I admire them for a second before slipping my fingers under the bands and sliding them down her legs.
And there she is. Ready. Soft curls of auburn hair greet me, and I bury my face, inhaling.
She gasps. “I didn’t have time to—”
I can guess what she’s going to say. That she didn’t shave, or wax, or whatever. That’s the last thing on my mind.
“I love it like this.”
And I prove it, burying my face deeper until my tongue can finally slide over her clit. And she’s already wet. Her arousal is so evident, abundant enough that I can lick it up, and there’s always more. My fingers dig into her thighs, one moving up to grasp her breast through the bra.
And she sits up just enough to remove it, and I’m gone. Her breasts are large—bigger than I ever noticed—drooping slightly off to the sides. I grab one and lick it. Suck. Taste. Her giggles quickly transform into moans, her thighs twitching as I continue my exploration.
I want to know every part of her. Inside and out.
All the things I didn’t know I was supposed to pay attention to, I want to see them now.
I push a finger into her hole and memorize the way her body feels wrapping around me, too.
Then another. She gasps as I thrust, licking and sucking, moaning into her pussy and grinding my cock against her bed.
I’ve been in this room so many times before, but never like this. The scent of parchment and old books has never smelled quite this good.
Her chest heaves, and she takes each breast in her hands, thumbs rolling around her nipples. Her eyes close shut, and I want her to look at me—I can’t look away. I can’t stop, either. All I want is to make her come. I’ve done so many things wrong, but if I can do this one thing right…
It’s a start.
Her moans grow louder, and I’m whining against her, wordlessly begging her to come on my mouth. Each curl of my fingers, each rapid draw of my tongue, pushes her there—until she’s crying, unraveling, twitching, and I don’t stop.
“Seth,” she whispers harshly. “I’m—”
The words are lost to cries.
I keep going. She’s so wet now, and I drink it all up, my fingers still as I roll my tongue over her clit again and again in soft and then firm circles. If she has any objections, they die as I lick her into another orgasm. And then another, fingering her harder this time.
I’m seconds from coming in my pants when I finally rise, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.
“You…” She says it like a curse, but she looks at me like I’m one of her gods. “Take your pants off.”
Who’s going to say no to that?
I fight a smile as I undo my pants, pushing them down, and my boxers go along with them. Both are discarded on the bed next to us. My cock springs up to my belly, already at full mast, and she…
She pushes her breasts together. My lips part.
“C’mon." She grips harder. “Don’t you want to take me here? Have all of me?”
Holy shit.
“I—is that what you want?”
She nods and presses her thighs together—too sensitive there, I guess. I get the memo. And she lets go of her breasts just long enough to wrap her fingers around my cock.
Rowan wants me. Really wants me. This isn’t a dream.
She’s come countless times already, and she still wants me.
I straddle her chest, and she’s never looked as beautiful as she does like this. Running my fingers over her hair, I sigh as she takes control, pushing her breasts together and guiding my length right where she wants it.
Her breasts wrap around me, and I fuck slowly, my eyes rolling back from the sensation. Pre-cum leaks from my tip, and she lifts her head, licking it off. I shudder.
“Ro…” There’s a plea behind my words. “If you do that, I’m going to—”
Her smile is devious. “Oh, we can’t have that.”
I push myself again, through the valley of her cleavage.
I never thought I would be close to coming like this, but with her, I am.
When she opens her mouth like she’s waiting, I’m gone.
There’s no warning. I groan as cum spurts out, splattering her chest and face.
She keeps her mouth open, looking up at me with an innocence that pushes me over the edge.
“Fuck,” I grunt, lowering my head. “I’m so sorry, beautiful.”
“Don’t apologize. That was…”
Her breath catches as I clean up my arousal, licking every drop from her breasts, her chest, her face.
She gasps, somewhere between arousal and laughter. “What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you up.” I press a sweet kiss to the side of her face.
And I kiss her, tasting myself on her lips, and I know…
There can’t be a hex. Not anymore. Not if I’m allowed to be with Rowan. Here. Like this. And after years of keeping my eyes closed, I see her now.
And I’m gone. I’m hers, and maybe I’ve always been. Maybe she crawled into that soft space behind my ribcage long before I realized, and that was the real hex—the thing that ruined every other relationship.
Suddenly, I’m not so mad about it.