He’s making a beeline for the medicine cabinet, exactly where I’ve told him to look for the condoms.
As for me, I’ve ditched the leggings. I’m now completely naked as I sit perched on the blanket, waiting. I draw my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. Funny, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this easy and free with my body.
The last time I was with someone, I’d be covered up or wrapped in a blanket or a towel while not actively fucking.
Everything feels different with Rowdy.
When he exits the bathroom, he stops short and steadies himself, one hand gripping the doorjamb, his body leaning to the side as he stares at me. He wasn’t expecting me to be posed like this.
Rowdy’s boxer briefs are visible through his open fly, and his erect, sheathed penis sticks out past the elastic waistband. It’s long enough that the tip nearly reaches his navel.
Rowdy sees me staring back. “You ready?”
I smirk. “Do I look ready?”
“You look like you’re fixing to destroy me.”
“Get over here, Rowdy.”
Pushing off the doorjamb he’s been using for support, he kicks off his jeans and stalks toward me.
One closed fist rubs up the underside of his cock, over his underwear. The sight of that sends a tingle through my pussy, and I clench my muscles.
I have a feeling this man knows what he wants and how to get it at any given moment. He knows exactly how to prime himself without going too far.
I’m still mentally wrung out from the orgasm, so I let him take the lead.
Rowdy doesn’t say much, just gets a deadly serious look and kneels in front of me, pulling me down to the floor with him.
We’re both on our knees, naked, pressed together, joined everything. Almost everywhere.
With firm but gentle hands, he rotates me around and takes a handful of my hair, pushing it out of the way as he kisses my nape.
He stokes another fire in my belly as he leans me over the cushion. It’s a good thing he’s taking charge because I wouldn’t know what to do with my hands. I don’t know what he has planned for me, but I’m trembling in the best way.
Rowdy smooths his arms over the back of mine and covers my hands with his. He guides my hands up to the inner edge of the cushion, and I can feel his rigid cock pressing against the softness of my ass.
He’s gonna fuck me from behind.
When he moves away, my skin is immediately starved of him.
I curl my fingers around the inner edge of the cushion and grip it tightly as one of his knees slides between my thighs.
His hands caress my ass and then lower, to the back of my thighs. He pushes there, and I allow him to spread me.
I rest my cheek on the cushion and glance backward. He catches my eye.
“Reach back and touch it.”
The tone is clear. I’d better grab that cock.
Gladly.
With shaking breath and shaking hands, our eyes stay connected as I reach back and take him in my hand.
He whispers a curse as I circle my hands around it, noticing the weight, noticing the length, the girth, the absolute hardness that could be carved out of stone under the sensitive, red outer skin.
He seethes and pushes into my hand. I regret the condom as I run my thumb over the tip, wishing to see and feel everything.
