I tighten my fist around his dick and spit on his tip, a string of saliva attached to my lip as I swirl it around his head with my thumb.
“Natalia,” Rowan mewls. He’s grappling at the handcuffs, desperate to be set free, but right now he’s all mine. “Oh my…god.” Rowan groans loudly and deeply, his muscles taut and cock weeping pre-cum onto my tongue. “Fuck, Natalia.”
“Shhh.” I swirl my tongue over the head of him, licking the underside of it before I sit up, stroking him in my hand. “Be a good boy, Rowan.”
He releases a soft moan. “Sit on my face, sweetheart.”
I sit up, stroking him, and shake my head. “I said,be a good boy.”
Rowan growls softly.
Sitting back again, I take him back into my mouth. I don’t feel a lick of shyness anymore. Bringing Rowan pleasure is one of my favorite things. And him bringing me pleasure is at the top of the list too.
Rowan makes me feel shameless. He gives me what I want and need, never once making me feel ashamed because of our sex-capades. God, Rowan makes me feel like the most sensual woman alive, building my confidence every time I’m with him like this.
I suck his cock eagerly, coaxing moans out of Rowan I haven’t heard until now—the sounds shooting straight to my core, soaking me even more.
“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, sweetheart.” He pants with his dark, hooded eyes locked on mine.
“But I’m dying here, Natalia. Sit on my face,” he demands, his voice deep and husky. “Come here.”
“I’m in charge, sweetheart,” I purr. “Wait your turn.”
Rowan moans, deep and breathily.
“I love that sound,” I say and lick up the side of his cock. “It’s mine.”
“Everything is yours,” he manages. “All that I am…”
“Hmm.” My mouth and hands move in tandem around him until his face scrunches and contorts, his muscles taut, and I feel his thigh tremble against my arm.
“Sweetheart—Sweetheart,” he grits. “Slow down. I don’t want to come yet.”
I give him one last, thorough lick and pull away. I kiss up his body, still stroking him with my hand loose around him. I leave a path with my tongue across his abs and keep going until I reach his chest—his perfect, warm, muscled, homey chest Ilove to sleep on. My lips leave wet kisses up his neck, across his collarbone and shoulders.
In his ear, I purr, “You’re being so good for me, Rowan.” I tug at his earlobe with my teeth. “Such a good boy.”
Rowan releases a sound between a groan and a growl. “It’s my turn, sweetheart.Uncuff me.”
My stomach flipping and filled with a million butterflies, I concede. “Fine.”
I surrender myself to him fully, reaching over his head while straddling his hips and releasing the cuffs from around his wrists. They fall and I’m immediately thrown onto my back with Rowan above me, devouring my skin with kisses.
“Arms up, sweetheart,” he whispers, his fingers tracing a line down my body until he reaches my core. I gasp at the feel of his fingers dipping into me then dragging back up to my clit. “Arms up.”
“I…” I pant, biting into my lip and arching. My hand wraps around his wrist to keep him where he is. But he removes his fingers.
“Arms up, Natalia,” he growls. “Touch me and I stop.”
“Damn you,” I whimper and lift my arms over my head.
His chuckle is dark and lascivious as the cuffs wrap around my wrists.
With a devilish smirk, he reaches for his nightstand and pulls out a purple vibrator. His blue gaze locks on mine as he turns it on, the sound echoing in the room as he presses it over my clit. In response, my eyes roll and my body trembles with instant pleasure.
“Oh my god.”
He presses the button again for a much higher intensityand leans over me. He kisses my temple and in my ear, he whispers, “You’re mine, sweetheart.”
