Remembering where we are I’m pulling back by sheer force of will while giving her ass a playful smack.
“Clara, give me twenty seconds, You can unlock your door and I’ll worship every inch of your body. Twenty seconds, Pretty Girl,”
She stops and huffs, “Make it fifteen, Rowan. I’m willing to give you fifteen.”
“Deal.”
Moving us off the wall and starting down the hall I stop at her door and let her slide down my body painfully slow feeling every inch of her perfect body as she stands on her own. She turns to unlock her door and I’m on her, my hands are everywhere, my mouth tasting whatever part of her body I can reach. She gets the door open and my hands find her hips as I guide her inside.
I’m kicking the door shut before she has a chance to say anything. My hands on her hips grip tighter on instinct before I’m spinning us, and pinning her to the door. Taking both her wrists in one hand I pin them above her head. Reminding myself to tone it down, my grip loosens just a little so she can get out if she wants to. My other hand runs up the side of her breast then moves to her back to search for the zipper. Her mouth finds mine and our tongues fight for dominance. Finally I feel the small metal zipper and pull it down, stepping back, my eyes eat up her body as the fabric pools at her feet. I’m pretty sure my heart just stuttered to a stop. She’s standingbefore me in her heels, and only her heels. I’ve never seen anything more gorgeous in my life. I don’t know if I’m making the conscious decision or if my body moves on its own accord but regardless the next thing I know her legs are wrapped around my hips, my hands are full of her ass, and we’re headed to her bedroom.
* * *
Clara
I’m so wrapped in Rowan I don’t even know what way is up. He kicks closed my bedroom door, attacking my sensitive neck with kisses and bites. I’m tearing at the buttons on his shirt having to pause to moan becausefuckhe feels so good. My brain is going to explode if I don’t get to feel his body soon, touch him, taste him. I need to be completely consumed by Rowan Byrne. He carries me over to the bed and drops me down on my back letting out a dark chuckle, “You’re going to have to wait a little longer baby. I just may die if I don’t get to taste you right now.” He strips off all his clothes except his black boxer briefs and kneels on the side of my bed.
He grabs my upper thighs and pulls me to the edge of the bed. Parting my thighs and licking his lips he growls, “If I don’t have marks from your heels on my shoulder blades tomorrow, I’m doing something wrong.” He sends me one last smirk before slowly licking me from bottom to top. Groaning intome, “Fuck, I’ve died and gone to heaven. That’s the only logical reasoning for tasting anything this good.”
He roughly throws my legs over his shoulders, his patience has snapped. Slowly his tongue works around my clit, gradually increasing the pressure. He runs his fingertips up and down my inner thighs as he sucks, licks, and devours me.
Digging my heels into the back of his shoulder blades, I’m officially desperate.
“Please Rowan, I need more.”
“Fuck you sound so perfect when you beg.”
Waiting until I’m barely hanging on he takes two fingers and slowly inserts them inside me curling upwards, stroking my inner walls. With his other hand he presses down lightly on my lower stomach. I all but shoot off the bed. My orgasm comes in fast and hard. Black dots dance in my vision as I scream out, “Rowan!” He doesn’t stop his pace until I’m done shaking and float back to earth.
Panting to catch my breath Rowan kisses back up my body with an arrogant smirk, “You better get use to screaming out my name baby. That was just one, I’m not even almost done with you.”
His lips find mine and the taste of me on his lips doesn’t deter me like I thought it would. My hands explore every inch that I can reach. My fingers explore his pecks, and arms that are covered with black designs, I want to trace every line with my tongue. Pushing on his shoulder he lets me push him to his back. My hands shake as my thighs straddle his hips and lean down to press a kiss to his lips. Preston’s words start to invade my head. He hated this position. I was too big is what he’d tell me. No one would ever want to see me like this. Rowan must pick up on the change in my energy, because hishands gently stroke my hips as his eyes search mine.
“Hey, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We can stop now. It’s not a big deal.” He pushes up on the bed to sit up against my headboard taking my face in his hands. “Talk to me, Pretty Girl?”
Taking a second to steady my hands I smile, “I’m okay, Rowan. I’m just nervous. It’s been awhile.”
Concern melts off Rowans face as he smirks, “Thank fuck for that.” He flips us and hoovers over me. “Do you trust me, Clara?”
Without pause I’m positive of my answer, “Yes, It doesn’t make sense, and I’m terrified I’ll regret it, but I do.”
There goes that boyish smirk again, “Then let me take care of you, baby.”
Rowan starts kissing my neck again and slowly starts grinding his hard cock against me. My head turns to the side to give him more access, a whimper escapes from my throat, “Rowan, please.” That’s all it takes as Rowan slides off his boxers and grabs a condom from beside me on the bed. I didn’t even see him put it there, he rips the foil with his teeth and I reach up to take it from him. Sitting up slightly I look up at him through my lashes, “Let me?” He nods and watches me with fire in his eyes as I roll the condom onto his long thick length. Holy shit, THAT’S going in ME? Pressing his hand against the middle of my chest he pushes me back to the bed.
“Tell me if it’s too much or you need me to stop. Okay? This only works if you talk to me.”
Taking a deep breath I respond, “Fuck me, Rowan.” Lining himself up he slowly pushes inside me. The stretch burns so good.
“You okay baby?”
I nod, “Don’t stop.”
He pushes in steadily until he’s completely seated inside me, I’m trying to give myself a few seconds to adjust, but he’s got to move.
“Rowan, I said fuck me, you talk a big game, now prove you can back it up.”
Pressing a light kiss to his lips the fire lights in his eyes. He takes my thigh and hooks it on his hip and he starts to thrust in and out of me. Slowly at first then he gradually finds a relentless rhythm, snaking his hand up my thigh his fingertips find my clit and begin running firm circles over it.
