Chapter 24 #3
I wrap my arms around him as his fingers walk along my spine until he reaches the top of the zipper.
He drags it down with ease, the tight grip the fabric has had around my chest giving me room to breathe, and eventually the fabric falls to my hips, leaving me bare and cold under the blast of AC filling our home.
Rowan’s gaze locks into mine, his hands pushing my dress over my hips until the black silk pools at my feet. I kick it away, then bend my knee to reach my shoe.
“Leave them,” Rowan says, pulling my hand away as my heel falls back to the floor.
He steps back, holding both of my hands in his as his eyes take me in.
My breasts bare, nipples hard and begging for his kiss, my breath gains speed the longer he admires me.
I’m in nothing but my black lace hipsters and heels, but rather than feeling self-conscious about being on such display, I feel admired and beautiful.
Each time I’m with Rowan, I grow more confident with my sensual nature.
I like the way he teases me and how he silently coaxes me to tease him.
Letting go of one hand, Rowan turns toward the stairs, leading me behind him as he begins to climb.
We leave my clothes piled at the door, and I hope my mother comes home to find them after seeing Rowan’s car.
It will give her a new criticism to stew about, her next lecture to prepare.
The gall, too, after all the choices she has made.
Rowan walks me to my bedroom, a space that’s been stripped of most things from my childhood except for the pink comforter and pillows on my bed.
I haven’t felt at home here for a long time, and I haven’t had a new identity to decorate with for years.
I wasn’t sure who I was or where I wanted to go.
But now I see it. I see the woman I have become, and she knows her worth and has found her voice.
Rowan leads me to my bed, and I crawl to the center, lying back and bending one knee as he hooks his hand underneath, and crawls between my legs to peer down at me.
“I want you to enjoy every second, for hours.” He lifts my leg and presses his lips to the inside of my knee as his gaze drifts to mine.
“I like that,” I whisper.
His guilty smirk peaks before he moves his second kiss a few inches higher. He lifts a brow, and I nod while moaning a soft, “I like that, too.”
Setting my heel back on the bed, Rowan moves his hands to the front of his shirt, working his buttons open, then slipping the dress shirt from his arms before tossing it behind him.
He unbuttons his jeans next, pulling his zipper down as his hard-on aches to spring free.
He leaves his pants on, though, instead turning his attention back to me.
He scoots back enough for his feet to meet the ground, and as he stands, he drags my legs toward him by grasping my ankles.
I slide along my comforter, the tufts of cotton gathering under the weight of my body.
Rowan’s palms cover my knees, then begin their slow, sensual descent all over my thighs.
I lift my pelvis, arching my back as his hands move over my hips until his fingers grip the sides of my panties and begin to pull them down my legs.
He tosses the tiny piece of lace to the floor, then moves his focus back to my legs, lifting them both and hooking them over his shoulders as he shifts my body until I’m nearly at the mattress’s edge.
Kissing the inside of my thigh with his head turned, Rowan pulls his cock out and lets his pants slide down his hips as he strokes himself a few times before guiding himself into me.
He teases my pussy at first, barely entering me as he pulls out and caresses my swollen clit with the tip of his dick.
I move my hands to my breasts and pinch my own nipples, needing relief somewhere as Rowan barely enters me again.
“Fuck, I love watching you touch yourself.” His voice is rough, and his eyes are hazed with intense desire as he practices restraint, pulling out of me yet again.
“Rowan, I need— “
Before I get my plea out completely, he thrusts into me until I’m completely full. My head falls back as my arms fold over my eyes, and I moan.
“That’s my girl. Let it go. Come undone for me,” he commands. “Touch yourself while I fuck you. Be greedy. Be selfish.” His fingers dig into my hips as I move my hands back to my breasts.
“Not there,” he demands, and my gaze moves to meet his. He’s fallen into his dark side completely now, the lover I’ve grown to need. I tuck my chin a hint and bite my lower lip as my right hand trails down the center of my belly until I flirt with my own hair that leads between my legs.
“Go on, Baby. Please yourself,” he says.
My fingers slide lower, moving into my wet folds, my index finger circling the plump center that aches for release.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Rowan pushes in deeper, gripping my hips as he pulls me into him with every pump.
My fingers slide along my wet skin as my other hand works my nipple.
I fight against closing my eyes, instead rapt with the intense focus in Rowan’s eyes as he pushes into me, his gaze raking over my body.
He bites his tongue as my fingers circle my wet pussy, and I begin to cry out with the hint that my orgasm is near.
Before I fall over the edge, though, Rowan pulls out of me and lets my hips fall back to the bed. Gripping his cock in one hand, he points up the bed with the other.
“My turn. Scoot back.”
I do as he commands as he kicks his pants from his legs and frees himself of his shoes.
Rowan crawls up the length of my body, caging me between his arms as his dick slides along my wet, swollen skin.
I nearly come just from the teasing touch before his mouth drops to mine, and he guides his cock into my pussy, tearing into me as his hips rock into mine.
Holding himself up enough to reach his hand between our bodies, he circles the aching nerves between my legs until he brings me to the very cusp.
His hands shift to either side of me when the first wave rocks my core, and he holds his torsos up with his arms as he drives his cock into me until I’m overcome by the rush of convulsions suddenly taking over my body.
Rowan growls as his cock releases inside of me, coating me with his warmth as he continues to grind into me until my body feels numb.
Rowan’s weight collapsed into me, and I hold him in place so he can’t roll to my side and leave me ungrounded.
I need him to keep me here, to anchor me to earth, just for the night.
His skin on mine, his pulse counting the minutes so mine can follow.
His breath guiding mine. I need to stay here, just like this, for as long as I can.
Because when the weight of him leaves, the weight of everything else is bound to move in. And I’m not ready.