Chapter 63 #3
I feel the smile on my ass and am about to turn around to witness it with my eyes, but Bowen grasps my cheeks, spreads me open, and licks across my hole.
“Oh, God,” I moan, falling forward until my face is in the soft blankets under me.
His tongue circles my rim over and over until my thighs are shaking.
Just when I think I'm going to have to beg, Bowen presses his tongue inside me, licking into me, and I cry out his name, gripping the blankets in my fists.
He licks and fucks me with his tongue, opening me up with each wet stroke until I'm clawing to get away and pushing my ass back towards him at the same time.
“Is this mine?” he asks darkly, biting into my ass cheek and reaching around to stroke my length. I'm so sensitive, I whimper when he rubs me.
“Yes. Yours. All yours.”
He reaches between my spread thighs, rubbing up my shaft while he gives me back his tongue. It's wet and dirty and everything I never knew I needed.
Just when I'm shaking and moaning his name, he stops. My balls ache, my spine tingles, and my head is fuzzy.
“Where's your bag?”
I point over my shoulder, and he huffs a laugh but comes back a minute later with the bottle of lube from the cabin.
He put the lube in my bag?
“You're red from yesterday, baby. Do you want my fingers, my tongue, or I can flip you over and give you my mouth…” He hesitates, then clears his throat and says, “Or you can fuck me.”
Fuck him?
The last two brain cells I've got left are vibrating in horny fucking bliss right now. If…when…I have Bowen, I want to not be seconds from coming.
“Cock,” I say. Fucking whine.
“Mouth or fingers.”
“Cock—I'm fine.”
“Kitten,” he growls, but squirts lube on his fingers and presses one inside me. It slips in easy from his tongue working me open, and I immediately relax. One turns to two with no real pain, and two turns to three with the stretch that I'm growing to crave already.
Bowen pumps his fingers until I'm grinding my hips down on the bed and panting.
“Please, I'm fine. I can take it. Need it. Need you, Boe.”
The blessed snap of the bottle is like music to my ears, and I look back to watch Bowen stand, looking at what must be quite the sight.
I blush, imagining him seeing me face down, ass up on display. My ass clenches on nothing, and Bowen moans the lightest, highest sound I think I've ever heard him make. Like the view of me splayed out and needing him strangled his vocal cords.
He lubes his cock and finally drags his eyes up my spine all the way to my turned face, pressed into the bed.
“You have to tell me if it hurts, do you understand? I won't risk hurting you.”
I have no words, so I nod. The first stretch around the tip burns, but my insides don't hurt as I take him. He moves slowly, kneeling on the bed behind me and pulling my ass up to where he wants it. By the time his hips press into me and I'm full, my cock is painfully hard again.
“You're so soft. So warm.” He pulls out to the last inch then pushes back inside so slowly my eyes roll back. “You take me so good, don't you, kitten?”
“Shut up,” I pant, pressing back against him.
“You know how many times I've dreamed about this? Feeling you wrapped around me.”
“You're gonna make me come if you keep talking.” I'm so close, I could cry.
Bowen chuckles, pressing in. Pulling out. Slow. Achingly fucking slow. Barely a whisper against my prostate.
I cry out when he moves, pulling out completely. He spreads my ass, and my eyes widen when his hooded ones land on my hole. I clench; he curses and grabs the base of his erection, looking up at the ceiling. I watch his throat bob with a thick swallow.
I do that to him? Me?
“I don't want to come without seeing your face,” he finally says, gritty and hoarse. I roll over and spread my thighs for him without a second thought. In the seconds it takes him to climb on the bed and settle between my thighs, I feel so empty, it’s alarming.
I immediately know this isn't the same dirty fucking it was a minute ago.
He guides himself back inside me at the same time he kisses my mouth, hands finding mine and twining our fingers together over my head. He's heavy, but it feels so good to be under him. Skin on skin.
“I missed you. Do you forgive me?” he asks, chasing my flushed face with his lips and teeth.
I nod, digging my feet into his back so I can arch my hips into his thrusts.
“Do you forgive me?” I manage to ask, being taken higher and higher. He adjusts, hiking one of my legs up until he's pegging my prostate with each roll of his hips. I swear I see stars. It's electric, a deep thrumming.
“Squeeze me, baby. I want to feel you let go.” He reaches between us, and I'm coming before he even fully wraps his hand around me. But he strokes me through it, slow and so sensitive, my eyes water. “That's it, so fucking good.”
When the last drips of cum hit my stomach, Bowen lets go to kneel up.
He looks strong and powerful between my thighs.
I'm completely out of breath and floating in the heavens, but I still clock how hot it is when he grabs my hips, watching himself fuck me.
He's biting his lip, face sweaty and curls a mess.
It's when I moan his name and he looks up at me that I can't help but speak.
“I love you, Bowen.”
His eyes flare wide, and he falls forward, groaning his release into my neck.