Chapter Thirty-Seven
Millie
He goes eerily still, and I giggle to myself. I don't know where this bold and forward Millie is coming from, but I'm enjoying her. I'm standing in front of the man that I love, completely naked and begging for him to look at me.
It's not a position that I thought I would find myself in tonight, but also not one that I'm mad about. I'm having entirely too much fun to be self-conscious; watching him squirm has quickly become one of my favorite pastimes.
He shifts to the side, finally showing some kind of sign of life, though his head is tilted back toward the ceiling. I watch in fascination as the long column of his throat moves as he swallows. Is Rowan Pierce nervous? Is that what is happening right now?
The thought spurs me forward with my endeavor. My hand glides down his back, following the sharp curve of his ass before coming to rest exactly where I want it.
He lets out a long, tortured groan before pumping his hips forward and pushing his long, straining, and unfortunately still covered cock into my awaiting hand. "Now, it's your turn."
He pulls back before placing his forehead on mine. "That's not why I did this. You deserve a moment of peace after a day like today."
I boldly reach for the button on his jeans. "I don't want peace and quiet. I want passion and a release." He doesn't pull away when I take his zipper and slide it down, nor does he protest when I start to push his jeans down his thighs.
His cock springs forward before his pants even reach the floor, eager and ready.
I want this man more than my next breath.
If there was any doubt in my mind about what I wanted for tonight, it was obliterated at the very sight of his magnificent penis.
That is purely my opinion, of course, and well, I know I don't really have any other penises to compare it to, but surely something of its size and stature would warrant this kind of reaction.
Because as soon as it pops free, my core tightens painfully, followed quickly by a flood of wetness. My mouth salivates at the sight. I want it everywhere at once: in my mouth, in my vagina, in my hand. All of it.
I don't stop and ask for permission as I reach out and grab it around its long, thick shaft. I don't let myself think about what it's going to feel like to have that thing shoved in me; that's a worry for later. Right now, I want to explore it in other ways.
"Take your shirt off, Rowan," I command as I squeeze his cock gently at first. When he groans in pleasure, it spurs me to continue. I add a little more pressure and start to slide my hand up and down the shaft.
"Yes, ma'am," he answers as he complies with my demand.
"That's better." My eyes dart all across his handsome and so freaking toned chest. If I were a man, I would have been jealous at the pure perfection that is Rowan Pierce. He's built like a statue, toned in all the right places, mouthwatering in every way.
"Am I doing it right?" I ask as I look down at my hand. It looks so small compared to him. I continue to squeeze and guide my hand back and forth. I even get brave enough to gently rub my thumb over his tip, he shivers in response.
"You're doing it so perfectly that I'm about to come undone, Daredevil."
I pick up my speed, squeeze, slide, swirl, repeat. My eyes leave where my hand is and go to his face because I want to watch his reaction when he really does come undone for me.
It doesn't take long before hot spurts of white liquid are hitting my hand and stomach. I moan in pure ecstasy as his face contorts in pleasure.
It's the single hottest moment of my life because I did that to him. He comes so hard his legs shake. "Fuck, Millie."
I smile as I finally let go, but only long enough to turn around and lead him to the tub. "I think it's time for a bath. I'm a little dirty." I bite the bottom of my lip in anticipation, more than ready to continue this.
"I never expected this," he says as he watches me lower myself down into the water. I was worried the water would grow cold because it took us too long to get in here, but I find it's the perfect temperature.
"Never expected what?"
I'm fully expecting him to say something about him joining me, but he surprises me when he says, "To love you so much that it consumes my every thought and desire."
He stalks forward and lowers himself into the tub with me, and before he can even settle against the back of the tub, I'm on top of him.
Our kiss is fevered and frantic, full of so much passion that I feel like if I don't get it out, if I don't show him, it will consume me whole.
Tongue for tongue, lick for lick. Back and forth, we volley for control. It's the most tantalizing game of control I've ever played, and I never want it to end.
When his hand slips around to my front, his fingers playing gently with my entrance, I stagger just long enough for him to seize control. And I give in to him, willingly, loving this game just as much as the other.
I gasp when his fingers slip inside me, moaning so loud I'm sure our neighbors can hear me, but I don't care. The only thing that matters is us.
"Such a wet, pretty girl," he purrs as my hips start to swivel to create some friction. He pumps his fingers in and out, and it's the most glorious feeling in the world. At least I think so until one of his other fingers rubs against my clit.
Oh, my— oh, oh, oh. The first glorious feeling is very quickly replaced by this one as my new favorite.
He is relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure. He doesn't let up when my moans turn to screams or when I beg him to stop because the beautiful pleasure has built to something so big, so overwhelming that I feel like if I don't get a release, I might be split in two by it.
No, he keeps pushing, pumping in and out, a crazed look on his face as he chases my pleasure for me. He leans forward and finds my pulse point, and when he sucks, I see fucking stars.
"Oh, oh, oh," I chant over and over as my hands clamp down on his biceps just to keep myself upright.
"Come for me, Daredevil." His command has my pussy clenching so hard I feel like it might break his hand. Over and over, wave after wave hits me at an unrelenting pace.
"Rowan!"
Suddenly I feel his hand pull out, and it's very quickly replaced with something much longer and harder.
"Ooohhhh, fuck," I scream as my orgasm only continues to build with the new intrusion.
He grabs the back of my head and pulls my hair, exposing my neck to him even more. Then he finds that spot again and attacks it like a man starved.
He thrusts his hips up, pounding into me with a desperation I feel in my soul. I want more, I want everything.
"Harder," I command.
He meets my command like his life depends on it.
It isn't long before my pussy is spasming again, this time around his massive and oh-so-masterful cock.
His mouth leaves my throat, only to look at my face. I can see it in his eyes; he's there with me but waiting.
We hold each other's gaze as I continue to ride out my second orgasm of the night, and when my pussy finally calms, he pulls out.
It only takes one pump, then two of his closed fist around his cock, before he's releasing his cum into the now-lukewarm bath water.
Now it's my turn to watch him again. And oh, what a beautiful sight it is.
I didn't realize it could be like this. I knew I loved him, but in this moment, I realize just how far I have fallen.
I am completely and irrevocably in love with this man.