“You’re almost ready for more,” he whispered against her cheek.
She wanted to argue she was well past almost and circling around to give her fucking more now!
But she held back because it was sexier letting him keep her guessing.
His hand popped out of her panties and she thought for sure he’d lower the zipper on her dress.
Nope. He moved her the few feet toward the bed and pushed her face down on it, her ass in the air, her silk panties dropping.
Not that he lowered them, but ripped the material on one side and down they went.
She turned to look over her shoulder to see his pants undone and a condom sliding over his cock fast.
He was fully dressed and only freed himself, then found her wetness and slid in fast.
“Oh God,” she said. “That’s it.”
One hand slid around to her stomach, then lifted her up so he could get deeper.
He was ramming into her and she could barely stop her body from slipping around on the comforter.
His hand inched down, found her swollen bud again and held his finger in place on it. “Grind,” he ordered.
She wasn’t sure how she was going to do that with him fucking her from behind, but she managed it.
Hell, each thrust of his hips into her had her rubbing against his hand. She realized she didn’t have to do much more than take everything he was dishing out.
“I’m going to come again,” she said, her voice sounding hoarse. As if she’d been shouting for days. But this had more to do with the arousal being so high she was struggling to form the words.
Her body tensed, her legs all but gave out, her lady parts twitched and pulsed and Rowan was the one making more noise than her as he came, then collapsed on her back.
She let out a grunt when the air was knocked out of her.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “I hear buzzing.”
“My body is shaking,” she said. “So not sure if my sugar is low or it’s the aftermath of what we just did.”
He jumped up fast and grabbed her purse, then pulled her phone out. “Shit. You’re low. I’m sorry. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“What is it?” she asked. She knew she wasn’t that low. She could tell most times.
“It’s 92.”
“Rowan. That’s not low. That is normal for the average person. I’m fine, but I’ll take something anyway after that workout.” She held her hand out for her phone to see the trend. She had the alerts set to let her know if she hit 100, but that didn’t mean she had to treat.
She saw in the past five minutes though, she’d dropped 9 points.
A package of fruit snacks landed on her chest, so she sat up, lifted her hips and pushed her dress down, then opened the little bag and dumped them in her mouth.
“Feel better now?”
“Damn,” he said. “Talk about superpowers. I caused a low blood sugar.”
She rolled her eyes. “Sure, it was all you.”
He went to the bathroom to take care of the condom, then came out with his pants fastened and sat on the bed. “You’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said. “You should know that by now and trust me.”
