Rowan turned and handed me a few tissues. I smiled and muttered my thanks. Now the moment was over, I felt more than a little embarrassed at how exposed I was, wiping my own cum from my chest, all too aware that Rowan still had his boxers on.
Once I was cleaned up, I glanced across at Rowan, admiring his physique all over again. Even his back was sexy. I got to my knees and crawled over to him, sidling in close to press a soft kiss against the nape of his neck.
It was only the small, staggered sigh the simple kiss drew from Rowan that reminded me about something of immense importance. Rowan hadn’t gotten off yet. I gently brushed my lips against his neck again, simultaneously brushing my hands down the smooth skin of his back.
Rowan turned his head, bringing his face close to mine before slowly leaning in to kiss me properly. I let him push me back down onto my back, quickly spreading my thighs to accommodate his body between them. I yielded to Rowan, letting him kiss me as roughly as he wanted; sympathising with the need he was demonstrating.
“Fuck me, Rowan,” I grated. He stilled his actions immediately, frozen for a second before he pulled away to look at me. His expression was a cocktail of emotions: surprise, lust, wariness, confusion...
“Pardon?” he replied, so politely that I started laughing.
“I asked you to fuck me, y’know – if you still want to,” I muttered, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Well, I don’t want you to feel likeyouhave to.” Rowan sat back on his haunches now and I pushed myself up onto my elbows to look at him.
“I don’t,” I replied. “I want to.” I held his gaze and Rowan quickly covered my body with his and kissed me with renewed vigour.
We kissed until neither of us could hold out any longer. I let Rowan re-ignite arousal in my body, yielding to whatever he wished to do with me. Before long I was grunting and moaning all over again. Silently, Rowan eased off and encouraged me to roll over onto my front. I complied, burying my face into the pillows. I was apprehensive, knowing the encounter was probably going to be painful, even if it was short-lived.
Cold, slick fingers probed between my legs once more and I shivered but spread them to provide better access. Rowan started with just one finger and after realising my body was more than prepared for the minor invasion, pressed forwards with two.
There was a brief jolt of sharp pain as the two digits penetrated me, but it vanished almost immediately. Rowan kept the fingers seated within me, practically ignoring my prostate this time. I knew his actions had a whole new purpose now. I felt him gently pushing out against my inner walls, scissoring every once in a while, as he stretched me out to the best of his ability.
Carefully I got up onto my knees, keeping my chest on the bed and spread my legs apart. Rowan groaned, squeezing my ass with his free hand.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Do it now.”
Rowan nodded, removing his fingers and wriggling to get his boxers off. I deliberately averted my eyes – not out of any distaste towards Rowan being naked, but more because I was worried if I reminded myself of his dimensions, my nerves might get the better of me.
I heard cellophane being torn and the rough grating of cardboard as he undoubtedly opened that box of condoms I had stumbled upon earlier. I glanced up in time to see him tear open a small foil square with his teeth. I’d have to rib him about that later – he was a doctor, surely he knew not to open condoms with your teeth? He spat the foil out onto the bed and fiddled with the small latex dome. Quickly determining which way around it needed to go, he glanced down and rolled it on with record speed.
There were a few tense moments of silence as Rowan slicked himself up liberally and edged closer on his knees. He rubbed the remains of the lubricant from his hands against my ass, sliding a finger in briefly, as if to prepare me. I adjusted my position until I was comfortable.
“Just relax,” Rowan soothed. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”
I sighed, gripping the sheets with sweaty palms and forcing my muscles to relax as much as I could.
Rowan pressed forwards, my body stretching to its limit, and then even further again. There was a subtle popping sensation as the head of his cock pushed past the initial barrier of tight muscle. I couldn’t hold the small, pained groan that escaped me.
“Sorry,” Rowan grunted, “Are you alright?” Unable to find my voice I just groaned. Thankfully he seemed to understand me and didn’t attempt to push in any further. I knew it must have been a pretty hellish experience for him as well, holding back from just plunging right into me. I had to commend him on his willpower. Instead, he seemed to content himself with spreading my ass, clearly enjoying the view. As the burning sensation began to ebb, I motioned for Rowan to push in further, engulfing myself in the pain all over again. Eventually, Rowan was finally fully sheathed in my body.
“Fuck this isn’t going to last long,” Rowan muttered. His thrusts were restrained, being cautious and gentle. With the worst of the pain fading away, I felt myself beginning to grow impatient with the slow pace. I began pushing back against him with determination.
Rowan hadn’t been joking when he’d warned me the sex was going to be short-lived. Within a matter of minutes, he was cumming. I felt him jerk inside me and immediately wished I could have seen his face. I made a mental note to make sure I could see him next time.
“Sorry,” Rowan apologised breathlessly and pulled himself out. I grunted and my muscles seemed to finally give up. I allowed my knees to slide out from underneath me and rolled onto my back.
I watched with morbid curiosity as Rowan pulled the condom off, smirking when he flinched as the latex snapped free. He was too preoccupied with tying a knot in the end of the thin rubber to notice that I was watching him, and I couldn’t help but notice how full the condom was.
I quickly averted my eyes as Rowan heaved himself upright and wrapped the rubber in a tissue, wiping his hands off in the process. He dropped it on the floor and glanced down at me. I met his gaze and he looked away, a little sheepish.
“Are you alright?” Rowan eventually asked.
“I’m great.” I nodded.
“Sorry.”
“Stop apologising!” I smirked, throwing a pillow in his direction. He caught it with ease and fluffed it, a strange, vacant look on his face. For a moment, I wondered if he was regretting having taken that step with me. It made me feel sick.
