He pushes my knees up to my chest. “Fuck,” he hisses. “This pussy is mine now, Natalia.”
“Mhhm,” I whimper thoughtlessly, my hands reaching for something to grab.
“You taste so good, sweetheart,” he growls against my pussy and one of my hands fists the comforter beneath me. “I could stay here forever.”
“Rowan,” I pant and shove my other hand through his hair. “Fuck me.”
He peppers kisses up my body, and I tell myself that if we ever do this again, I’m going to let him stay between my legs because this man and this mouth…He could kill me with orgasms alone.
His tongue flicks at my nipple before his lips reach mine, his tongue demanding entrance and letting me taste myself on him. “Condom,” he breathes on my lips.
I nod and he pulls away to find one in the nightstand nearby. “You bring so many girls home you have condoms in your nightstand?”
The foil rips and he rolls the latex down his shaft. “Never.”
“Then?”
“I’m a hopeful man.”
“Not a desperate man?”
“For you?” he says. “Always.”
This man. “Just me then?”
“Always just you.”
I wet my lips, taking his words and locking them away somewhere safe. Words I can torture myself with later.
“Just you,” he breathes and it’s salt on the wound with his hand around on his cock—an impressive one I never thought I’d like. Dicks aren’t that pretty, or at least they aren’t usually. But one thing about Rowan Asher is, he has a pretty perfect dick.
Skillfully, and not thinking much of it, I turn onto my stomach, lifting my hips. The action pulls a deep groan from him. I wiggle to torture him further. The mattress shifts as he gets on his knees and I look over my shoulder to find eyes with a hurricane in them, watching me. His hands grip my hips and lift me until I’m on my knees, my back arched as far as I can go.
“Fuck, Natalia,” he groans, his hands palming my ass. “I’m never coming back from this. From you.”
I’m never coming back from this either.No chance.
I’ve imagined what a nonsensical night like this would be like—him and I together, naked. Him fucking me, me fucking him. I never let my imagination take it too far, because then the damage would have been irreversible. Just like after tonight. Irreversible damage inflicted by Rowan Asher.Sexwith Rowan Asher.
I look over my shoulder just in time to catch the primal gleam in his perfect blue eyes and my body shudders when they snap to mine. Breathing heavily, his lips part and he presses his cock against my folds before it prods at my entrance.
“Shit,” I hiss. I can’t tell him how perfect I think he is, orhow perfect this is even though we haven’t gotten there because he’ll just gloat, and I’ll never live it down. Butshit.
Rowan smirks and I try to get him inside me with a hard thrust of my own, but he pulls back. The act alone coaxes a groan out of me, and his hand slaps across my ass. “Rowan,” I moan, my body launching forward.
His hand wraps around my hips, pulling me back until I feel his cock prodding against my entrance. “Natalia.”
I rock backward until his tip is nearly pushing past my entrance, the anticipation of him inside me makes my bones weak, my head hanging forward. “What?”
“Are you still sure?” There’s a gentle squeeze at my hips.
“Yes, Rowan,” I moan, pressing back to feel his tip inside me, pushing in just enough. “Don’t be so sentimental.”
Rowan sniffs a laugh but it doesn’t sound right. I look over my shoulder again and his eyes are down, no doubt right where our bodies are about to merge. There’s a look in his eyes I don’t recognize, the ocean blue turning into midnight.
“Rowan, just fuck me.” I exhale shakily. “I want this. I wantyou.”
His eyes flit to mine, his lips part, and his naked body comes over mine. His beautifully large hand comes around and wraps around my throat, pulling me up onto my hands, my back arching even further.
