Chapter Twenty-Four MAE
Chapter Twenty-Four
MAE
This Rowan was a man I hadn't known before. Being with him like this, having him at my mercy moments ago gave me a sense of power I hadn't known I even wanted.
For all these years, I'd worried I'd never be able to relax. But with Rowan, I felt completely safe. Maybe time had passed, and maybe we’d lost something. In a way, though, we’d gained so much more. I knew him, and he was true and solid.
One of his palms slid over my bottom, giving me a squeeze. The calloused surface sent sparks scattering over my skin and goose bumps prickling everywhere. I felt fluid, melting like honey in the sun under his touch.
We were still half-dressed. We'd gotten my shirt off, but my bra was on, hanging loose, and he still had his shirt on. He said something—I didn't even know what—before he growled my name in that sexy voice. I wanted him inside me. Now.
“Rowan, hurry,” I ordered, arching and pressing back into his touch.
His fingers disappeared from teasing me, and I felt the thick press of his cock at my entrance. He held still, and I arched back again, letting out a low moan at the thick slide as he filled me and seated himself deeply.
I was already teetering on the edge of my release, spun so tight inside I felt reckless and restless, and I needed everything to spin loose.
I sensed he was still trying to be gentle, but that's not what I wanted.
I met his thrusts roughly, and he followed my lead with one hand gripping my hip tightly.
I loved the feel of it, how his fingers pressed into the give of my skin.
Then he drew back, sinking in slowly a few times until my own restless motion kicked up the pace, and he was pounding into me, saying, “Mae, tell me if it's too much.”
“It's not. Stop worrying,” I gasped.
I never thought I'd be the one telling someone to stop worrying, but that was the gift Rowan gave me. I could forget myself. I could let go with him. I felt it the second he stopped worrying. His motions became rougher, his grip tighter on my hip, and his voice hoarser.
With every sound, every motion, every sensation, my need coiled tighter and tighter until he murmured something.
One hand slid around my waist, and his fingers were magic.
He knew just how to touch me, not that it took much.
I felt like a bomb about to go off, and the second he exerted the slightest pressure over my slippery and swollen clit, I detonated.
Pleasure exploded as I shuddered roughly and cried out.
He followed me over the edge only seconds later.
I loved that I could feel his release filling me. “Mae!” he gasped in a ragged shout.
My hands were gripping the back of the couch tightly with one of my knees pressing into the cushions.
I was shaking all over from the force of my release.
He curled around me, his grip loosening on my hip and his touch turning soothing as his hand smoothed up my spine.
I felt hot kisses dropping in a crooked line down to my waist. The intimacy of this moment was intense and almost overwhelming.
While the other night we’d been facing each other, something about this felt deeper. I’d let my control go and handed it to him. He trusted that I wanted him to have it. My heart felt raw and exposed, and all of this was happening so very fast.
A few moments later, we disentangled. When I turned and met his eyes for a flash, I felt bashful and so exposed it almost hurt. But I saw the same thing in his eyes, and it was okay. Because this was Rowan, and he was my friend first. And I knew him.
There were those friends that you had—usually not very many—when it was just easy, right from the very beginning.
That was what I had with Rowan. Now, we had all of this.
It felt like a glittering gift handed to me.
I felt as if a curtain had been pulled back on a universe I hadn't even known existed, but it was fragile to the touch.
He helped me pull my clothes back together.
I pulled his zipper up and buttoned his jeans.
After that, I spiked our hot chocolate with vanilla vodka, and we watched Schitt’s Creek together.
He stayed over again, and I discovered I wasn't even that worried about him having dinner with my parents. It would be fine. They could finally be happy that I was dating someone. We’d almost skipped past that with Rowan telling me he loved me and me owning my own feelings.