Chapter Thirteen
Summit
We hadn’t rushed, hadn’t stumbled into the bedroom, and I was so glad we’d waited until the time was right for both of us. A beautiful evening together, and now, Rowan invited me in.
“Can I get you a coffee or anything?” he asked.
“Maybe a water?” I wasn’t sure if he meant for me to just hang out awhile or…
“I’ll bring it into the bedroom,” he said. “That is, if you might, if you…”
“Would you like me to stay over, Rowan?”
“Yes, please.”
“To sleep, or do you want more? Whatever you choose is what we’ll do.” For a moment, while I watched him, I thought he might say just to sleep, and that would be okay. I would make sure he knew it was.
“I want more.”
As long as he was sure, I couldn’t be happier. “I’m very glad that you do, but at any point if you change your mind, we stop, we cuddle, and there’s no bad, okay?” I held out my arms.
“Yes. But I won’t say stop.” He came into my embrace, his face tipped up for a kiss.
We stood like that, kissing and resting against one another for a while until he pushed back and licked his kiss-swollen lips. Then took my hand and crossed the living room and led me down a short hallway and into the first room on the right.
His bed was neatly made, the pillows standing up and fluffed, and the light from a streetlight falling over the comforter. Rowan turned toward me and began to undress. I watched, breathless, heart thudding in a way it never had before at the thought of making love to anyone.
As he stepped out of his pants, I shook myself free from the trance and joined him in taking off clothes.
As soon as the last piece of clothing fell away, I reached for him and gathered him against me.
He was hard and ready, but then so was I, and we tumbled into the bedclothes, kissing, caressing, and stroking one another into a frenzy of desire.
I kissed my way down his chest, the heat of his skin and his musky scent an aphrodisiac.
Past his flat abdomen, I reached his jutting cock and fisted it, mouth going right for his head and the pearly of pre-cum I found there.
It held a concentrated version of his scent that encouraged me to close my lips around it and suck him deep into my throat.
Bobbing up and down, I licked, sucked, and nibbled, wanting more of him than I could possibly get.
His murmurs drove me on, his hips bucking and skin silky against my tongue.
Fingers tangled in my hair, gripping, tugging, and I sped up. Doing this was going to make me come without even being touched. And then he was coming, down my throat, salty heat I swallowed as fast as I could but which still overflowed my mouth a little.
Rowan threw his head back and shouted, thrusting his hips up and his cock deeper into my mouth until the last drop emptied inside. Then he went limp, in all ways.
I lifted my face and looked up his body to see his eyes closed, lashes fanned out on his cheeks.
He was not asleep, just utterly and completely relaxed, and I didn’t want to break that.
But just as I’d decided this as it for the night, and I was going to crawl between the sheets and join him in slumber, rigid hard-on be damned, Rowan said, “Aren’t you going to fuck me? ”
That sweet, light voice using such language. It shouldn’t have made me harder, but it did.
“Do you have lube?” When we went out tonight, I hadn’t anticipated we’d end up here doing this, or I’d have made sure to have some on me. “Condoms?”
“Nightstand drawer. I’d get them out for you but I’m not sure my legs work at the moment.”
“No worries.” I crawled up the bed and opened the drawer. A brand-new unopened tube of lube and a strip of condoms were inside, along with a couple of paperbacks and some lotion. Had he planned on this?
It looked like it, but I wouldn’t ask.
Back between his legs, I prepared us both, rolling the condom over my cock and slicking it up before squeeing a dollop onto my fingers and finding his hole.
One finger slipped in easily, but the second was a tight squeeze.
He groaned and I worked the fingers in and out, deeper each time, and scissored them, stretching him, not wanting to hurt him in any way.
Adding a third finger, I flexed them and he sucked in a gulp of air. I withdrew the fingers and replaced them with my cock, prodding at the still-tight ring of muscles until my head popped inside.
Gliding my hands up and down his sides, I worked deeper and deeper into his body, the tight envelope caressing my cock in the most intimate way.
Balls deep, I hesitated, waiting for him to adjust before pulling out and driving in deep again.
And again. Sucking him off and taking my time getting to this point had me ready to blow, but it felt so good, I never wanted it to end.
But my body had a mind of its own when it was pushed beyond the reasonable stage, and this was one of those times.
I let loose, plunged in faster and faster, panting, heart thudding, and before I had time to even try to slow down, spilling into him.
And then, if that wasn’t enough, I got to spend the night holding Rowan in my arms. Best. Night. Ever. I never wanted that to end either.