Chapter 61
sixty-one
Ripping the smock over my head, I toss it aside.
Repositioning myself between her thighs, I don’t give Lizzy a single second to recover from the high I just gave her.
Sliding my arms under and up her back, I wrap my hands securely over the tops of her shoulders, locking her in place.
Her breath hitches when her gorgeous green eyes, blown wide and hazy, lock with mine as I piston my hips forward, plunging my aching, rock-hard cock deep inside her slick, trembling cunt in one brutal, seamless stroke.
Nails dig into the back of my neck as she whimpers my name, her inner walls clamping down on me like a vice.
“Fuck, Lizzy,” I snarl, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in. “You feel so fucking good. Best piece of art I’ve ever laid my hands on.”
I pump into her, hard and fast, the wet, rhythmic slapping of our bodies echoing off the walls. My grip keeps her anchored as I use the leverage to drive myself inside.
“Look at you taking all of me, Sunshine,” I pant, my voice a filthy rasp. “You feel how deep I am inside you? You like my cock filling your pretty, painted little pussy?”
“Yes!” she sobs, her head falling back. “God, yes, Ro. Don’t stop!”
“Never,” I growl. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name. You’re mine. You hear me? Every inch of this masterpiece belongs to me.”
I ravage her mouth, giving her a taste of the intoxicating mix of blueberry, strawberry, and her own sweet nectar on her lips. But as incredible as it is watching her face while I wreck her, a primal, possessive urge claws at my chest. I need more. I need to claim her from every angle.
Gripping her hips, I pull out. Ignoring her frustrated whimper, I yank her off the edge of the counter. Bare feet hitting the hardwood floor, I give her no time to catch her balance before I spin her around, pressing her chest and paint-smeared stomach flat against the island.
“Hold on tight, baby,” I grunt. Grabbing her hips to line myself up with her dripping, swollen cunt, I bury myself balls deep.
“Unngghh!” she cries, scrambling to grip the edge of the counter as I reach around, arms caging her in as I palm her painted tits. Rolling her pebbled nipples between my thumbs, I fuck into her, hips snapping hard.
“You’re mine, all mine,” I chant, leaning in to bite the sweet spot where her neck meets her shoulder. “I’m never letting you go again,” I growl against her skin, soothing the light mark with a swipe of my tongue.
“Harder!” she pants.
Fuck. I’m gonna need more leverage.
Shifting my grip to her hips, I dig my fingers into her flesh, driving into her with everything I’ve got, past the point of holding back, past the point of sanity. The wet slapping of our skin mixes with our desperate, breathy moans.
The scent of jasmine, sweat, and sex is like a drug. And damned if I’m not a fucking addict.
Her hands scramble, frantically trying to find purchase. “Rowan, please! I’m—oh god, I’m—”
“Fuck, yeah,” I growl, thrusting deep. “Shatter all over my cock, Iz. Only for me.”
As she screams, her entire body stiffens right before her inner walls violently clamp around me, milking me with violent pulses, triggering my own release.
A guttural roar rips from my chest as I empty myself inside her, blacking out for a few seconds as every muscle in my body locks up, riding out my earth-shattering climax.
My knees give out. I literally can’t support my own weight anymore, and her legs are shaking so hard she’s practically melting into the island.
The last thing I want to do is pull out, so I wrap my arms tight around her waist, carrying her weight as we collapse into a heavy heap on the floor in a messy, paint-smeared tangle of loose limbs.
Chests heaving, we lay together, struggling to drag oxygen back into our lungs. My heart is hammering so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t crack a rib.
I rest my forehead against her shoulder, pulling her back flush against my chest while my cock twitches softly inside her tight heat.
“Holy fuck,” I wheeze, blindly reaching up to brush a damp strand of her hair out of my face and press my lips against the back of her neck.
She lets out a breathless, shaky laugh, letting her head loll back against my shoulder. “You broke me. And my kitchen.”
I crack an eye open to survey the damage. Smears of chocolate, strawberry, and blueberry are everywhere—on the pristine white quartz, streaked down the cabinets, pooled on the floor, and painted across our sweat-slicked bodies like some kind of abstract, X-rated masterpiece.
“I’ll buy you a new kitchen,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’d buy the whole fucking building if it means I get to do that again.”
Lizzy snorts, turning her head just enough to drag her nose along my jaw. “You’re cleaning this up, by the way. And you’re carrying me into the shower, because my legs are officially out of order.”
“Deal,” I chuckle, shifting to hold her tighter. I don’t want to move. I want to stay right here on this sticky floor with her forever. “But give me five minutes. If I try to stand up now, I’m taking us both down again.”
Her throaty laugh makes my heart sing, filling my soul with joy. “I love you.”
“It’s always been you, Sunshine,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. “Always.”