With four hands, we discard his clothes in seconds, and our bodies melt together, turning us into one. My hands run up and down his warm, sculpted back, before my nails are digging into his ass, pulling him down to me.
His cock rocks between my slick sex and his moan matches my own.
“Rowan—”
“Hang on, sweetheart,” he rasps, smiling against my lips and pushing himself up. “Don’t you dare touch yourself.”
“What—”
The now cold air whispers against my skin, making my body shiver, my nipples tightening further now that his warm body isn’t hovering over mine. I roll my lips together with a whimper, squirming as I watch him. Naked, he walks toward his dresser and opens the top drawer.
“Rowan,” I mewl, my bodyaching.
I move my hands to cup my breasts but I’ve barely got my nipples between my fingers before Rowan snaps, “Don’t.”
Rowan, in all his naked glory, with his cock hard, perfectly long and thick, holds out silver handcuffs.
I swallow, sitting up to reach for him. “Were you going to use those withher?”
“No, sweetheart. These were always just for you”
“Hmm.” I pull him down onto the bed and crawl over him, straddling his hips. I roll my hips over his, his cock gliding through my wet center, and I moan, “You first.”
Rowan wets his bottom lip before he bites into it, his hands holding my backside.
I shake my head. “Uh-uh. Arms up, sweetheart.”
Smirking, he submits. I secure a cuff around one wrist and pull the chain through one of the rods of the head board before I secure his other wrist.
I kiss down his body with no direction, brushing my lips over his nipples until he’s hissing and tugging at the handcuffs. I scrape my nails down his chest, through the light, golden dusting of hair, as I kiss down his chest.
My lips kiss at his hipbones as my hand wraps around his hard cock, a pearl of pre-cum glistening at his tip. Holding his gaze, I lick the bead off his tip and swirl my tongue.
“Natalia,” he grits. “You’re going to kill me.”
I smirk. “I’ve been planning your death for a long time, Rowan.”
He laughs, but quickly hisses when I take him deep in my mouth, moving my hand around him. “Shit.”
The thing about pleasuring Rowan is that it gets me off too. The sounds he makes and the desperate writhing just make me want to keep going. They cause a surge of adrenaline through me and embolden me.Heemboldens me.
So, emboldened, I do something I’ve never done before. Something I might only ever do with him because it’shim—because I trust him immensely.
I press my breasts together and take his cock between them.
Don’t think, just do.
“Jesus, fuck,” he growls, his jaw clenched and tendons in his neck protruding as his neck stretches back.
Being an amateur at this, I try to avoid his eyes, but with that shade of blue staring at me it’s impossible. Especially with the way he says, “Natalia.”
He turns my name into something special, every time.
I use his body’s writhing and his expressions of pure pleasure as motivation to continue stroking him between my breasts and spitting on his tip. My eyes flicker to his to find them rolled so far back I can barely see the blue of them, and his teeth are biting into his lip, about ready to break skin.
His hips jerk and as much as I wish I could torture him this way, my positioning isn’t the best, and I’d much rather do so many other things. I let him slip from between my breasts and instantly take him in my mouth, earning myself a groan.
“Shit, Nat,” he hisses.
