Chapter 41 #2
“Off,” he commands softly, tugging at my shirt.
I sit up just enough to allow him enough room to pull it over my head. Cool air brushes over my skin, making me shiver as he drinks me in. His eyes linger on the silver barbell piercing my nipple, throat bobbing as he swallows.
“I’ve been thinking about this a lot more than I should,” he admits, voice husky.
“Yeah?” I can’t help the smirk that forms on my lips.
Lowering his head, his tongue flicks, sending a jolt of pleasure shooting between my legs. I gasp, fingers tangling in his hair as he takes the hardened peak into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I whimper as he sucks harder, teeth grazing over sensitive flesh.
His hand skims down my stomach, fingers skimming under the waistband of my leggings. “Can I touch you?” he asks, breath hot against my wet nipple.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
His hand slips beneath the elastic, fingers gliding through my slick folds. When he finds me already wet, he groans against my breast.
“Fuck, I love how wet you get for me,” he murmurs, circling my clit with his thumb as one finger dips inside, causing my hips buck off the bed.
I suck in a breath, spreading my legs wider.
Adding a second finger, he curls them, making bright bursts of light flash behind my eyelids. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alive and screaming for more.
“Watch me,” he growls, his eyes never leaving my face as he works me higher. “Watch me finger you until you come apart.”
As I raise myself up on shaky arms to look down to where his hand, hidden from view, moves between my legs. The fact that I can’t actually see what he’s doing only heightens the experience.
Increasing the pace, he presses his thumb firmly against my clit as his fingers pump in and out. The pressure builds, my muscles tensing as I climb quickly toward release.
“That’s my sunshine girl,” he coaxes, voice thick with desire.
Fingers still shoved inside me, he tries yanking at my leggings with one hand, tugging them down my hips with enough force that I swear I hear them tear.
“Damn it,” he growls as he removes his fingers, leaving me empty and wanting, whimpering in protest.
The next thing I know, he has both my leggings and panties sailing through the air before landing somewhere across the room.
I gasp as he roughly shoves my thighs apart, large hands gripping soft flesh before his fingers plunge back inside and he latches his mouth back onto my clit.
“Oh my... Ro!” My back arches off the bed as he sucks, the pressure of his tongue against my sensitive bundle of nerves sending shock waves through my entire body.
The dual sensation of his mouth and his fingers has me flying toward the edge at a ridiculous pace. My thighs tremble as I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him against me so I can ride his face.
“Unnggh, so good,” I pant, rolling my hips. “Please don’t stop.”
He hums against me, the vibration making me cry out as he adds a third finger, stretching me deliciously. The obscene, wet sounds of his fingers thrusting into me fill the air, mixing with my desperate moans.
“Oh fuck, Rowan. I’m gonna—”
My words dissolve into a garbled cry when my orgasm hits. My body convulses, inner walls clamping down on his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over and through me. Still, he doesn’t let up, licking and sucking me through it until I’m a quivering, oversensitive mess.
“Too much,” I gasp, weakly pushing at his shoulders.
Pressing one last gentle kiss to my swollen clit, he crawls up my body. Face slick with my arousal, his eyes are dark with hunger as he hovers above me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come,” he whispers, brushing my hair away from my now sweaty face.
Boneless and spent, I close my eyes and fall back against the mattress.
Finally, I catch my breath and open my eyes to find him watching me with a mixture of awe and hunger that makes my insides clench all over again.
When I reach for the button on his jeans, he catches my wrist, bringing my fingers to his lips. “Not now.”
“Why not?” I frown, confusion cutting through my post-orgasmic haze.
“Because this wasn’t about me.” He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “It’s about you. About us taking things slow, remember?”
“Um, yeah. Not sure if I’d call what we just did taking it slow,” I laugh.
He grins, looking sheepish and proud. “Maybe not. But I meant what I said—no pressure. We have all weekend.”
The sincerity in his eyes makes my heart soar. This isn’t just about sex for him. It never has been.
“Will you... stay? Here. With me?” I ask, surprised by the vulnerability bleeding into my voice.
His eyes soften. “Are you sure?”
“Just for a little while,” I quickly clarify. “I just... don’t want to be alone right now.”
Without another word, Rowan kicks off his shoes and stretches out beside me, pulling me against his chest. I nestle into him, my back to his front, his arm a comforting weight around my waist.
“I’ve dreamed about holding you like this,” he murmurs into my hair.
I squeeze the hand splayed across my stomach. “Me too.”
As his breathing evens out, I watch the twinkling lights of the city spread out below us, suddenly realizing, for the first time in a long time, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.