His belt buckle jingles with every movement. I moan and grunt as he pushes me higher on the table. My ass feels full as he slides in and out of me with ease now, after it has somewhat adjusted to his size. I grip the edge above my head with my hands, holding on tight. Except Ican’thold on tight—my hands are sweaty and my pussy has found the much-needed friction now that my hips are making contact with the wooden corner. It takes but a few seconds before it turns into a slippery mess from my wetness being smeared around.
All my breath leaves my lungs when my orgasm spreads through me like a gigantic wave, drowning everything in its path. Simultaneously, Rowan pulls his drenched fingers out of my drooling mouth, this time gripping my hair forcefully instead of caressing it. He yanks my head back, stretching my neck to its limit as my body trembles with my pleasure dripping out of me. My scalp burns from the force of his grasp and he bends over me, burying his lips in that exact spot.
His muffled voice reaches my ears. “Did I tell you to come?”
My breathing is shallow and uneven as my worried eyes roll back to meet his.
His cock is still in my ass, and my cheeks are hugging it shamelessly.
Oh, God…
“Breathe for me,” he says.
I take in a big heap of air, and he pulls out as I exhale, taking the last remains of pain with him. He flips me over to face him and sits me down on the table. My ass hurts already, but I don’t flinch. The next thing I know, he’s on his knees and his soft mouth is on my slippery pussy.
“Rowan—” My head falls back, a groan escaping me as I look up at the starry sky.
“Oh my fucking God, angel,” he mutters, mouth full of pussy and my cum. “I should tie you up as my glory hole for the rest of the night. I should punish and discipline you right now. But you’re so sweet—thisis so sweet. Fuck…”
The idea excites me more than I’d like to admit. I love it when he uses me without asking. I love it when he takes, takes, takes, and doesn’t get satiated with me. This was supposed to be a punishment, but his self-control often shatters when he’s around me. A shy smile spreads on my face, my fingers diving into his dark, velvety hair and fisting it as I bring his tongue closer to my clit.
He licks me fast and tenderly, savoring me. The meal I denied him this morning in his office.
My pussy grows slicker, and I barely feel it when he pushes one finger inside me. Then the second one follows suit, and I lie on my back, watching a shooting star fly by as the man I love licks between my legs like he’s been starved.
“I love…” I whisper, my eyelashes fluttering closed. “I love you.”
He grunts, his voice vibrating through my core as he murmurs something I don’t understand.
But I don’t ask for clarification. Because the weighted band he just slipped up my finger says it all.
twenty-two
Rowan
“Ilove you,” her soft voice breaks through the silence of the night.
I sit on one knee, fucking her with my fingers and tongue, savoring her sweet little whimpers as they come in quick, steady waves. I want to tell her the same, but I can’t tear myself from between her legs. She tastes like heaven. She has this… this distant sweetness to her I keep reaching for in the depths of her core, but I can never get enough of it on my tongue. I’m digging for it like a miner craving fresh mountain air.
In my mind, I tell her I love her. That I worship her. That she’s it for me.
My body listens, so my free hand reaches out for the black velvet box I keep hidden in the pocket of my slacks. I was going to do this somewhere else. I had the whole evening planned out for her, but this can’t wait.
Tongue up in her sweet cunt, I fumble for the lid and manage to take out the ring, surrounded by the scent of her arousal and the last of summer’s flowery aromas. I feel the large, oval-cut diamond sitting at the center with my fingers—flawless andsparkling, as if it holds a piece of the moon. Around it, smaller diamonds form a halo, the arrangement soft and angelic, just like her. I let the box fall to the floor and open my eyes to find her finger before putting it on.
“Rowan…” she whimpers, her moan intensifying as I resume fucking her with my other hand. Her arousal smears my skin, coating it unevenly, making a wet sound when I pump in and out of her. Her back arches, allowing me deeper inside, and the heat radiating from her body sends a ravenous growl through the length of my throat.
“Come for me, angel. Let me see this beautiful pussy up close.”
Praise seems to take her over the edge and her cunt pulses in front of my eyes, drenching itself in her own cum. I caress the area some more with my hand, loving the way she feels under the pads of my fingers—slick and warm and so fucking soft. Her legs twitch from her orgasm, and she tries to hide from me, to close them up and make me stop touching her. But it only makes me want her more.
I dip my fingers back into her wetness, then smear it around her asshole. I’m not done. And I want to see that again. I want to see her cunt move and spasm and become overstimulated from me worshiping her.
It’s such a strange thing, being a pleasure Dom. Her pleasure shows me she’s mine, and there’s no better feeling in the fucking world. Just like there isn’t one now as I look down and see her exactly the way she should be—pussy pulsing, my ring on her finger, and my cock back in her ass where it belongs.
Dove
We shower together in the bathroom downstairs. I cling to his shoulders, my body exhausted and on the brink of collapsing again, like it did that day. I can’t hide it from him anymore. And I can’t pretend not to notice the big diamond ring on my finger. My hands are shaking from the emotion and the intensity of the moment. He hasn’t asked me anything, and I haven’t said a word to him about it either.
