Never in my life had I felt more like a goddess.
He sat me down on another stool and knelt in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine. His hands caressed my body – soft and reverent – as though I were a nymph he couldn’t believe was real. He trailed kisses along my thighs, his dreadlocks teasing and tickling my skin. I arched my back, bringing myself closer to him. Rowan dipped his head, tasting me with a long stroke of his tongue.
His lips lit me on fire, sending flames straight to the ache in my stomach. He drew his tongue back and stroked me again, his eyes trained on my face, watching and reveling in my reaction. The raw sensuality of watching him as he licked me in my most intimate spot nearly sent me over the edge.
He licked with rhythmic strokes. Of course he did. This was Rowan. He kept meticulous time, never altering his steady pace until I could anticipate each glide of his tongue, and the knowledge of it drove me closer… closer…
When my orgasm came, it crept along my veins like a hot flush, slow and languid before bursting forth and consuming me – a thousand stars dying in a cosmic blaze inside my body.
Behind Rowan’s head, I could see a row of bread loaves all lined up along the windowsill, each one on its proofing cycle. Rowan, the Earth-user, made the garden grow and the food delicious and who would move the earth itself to protect the people he cared about.
My body rocked and shuddered, the fire retreating into a warm glow. Rowan wrapped his arms around my middle, resting his head on my thighs and staring up at me with eyes heavy with want. “Should I stop, beautiful?” he whispered.
I shook my head. “I want you inside me.”
Rowan leapt to his feet and embraced me, his body warm against mine. Our skin warmed each other as our limbs twisted around together. Rowan’s lips met mine, urgent and yielding, but still so soft, so kind, so different from anything else I’d ever known. His hand stretched out across the table, grabbing his wallet – the surface also dusted with flour, like every other part of him.
Inside, he drew out a condom.
“Corbin gave this to me. I never expected I’d need it,” he said, a laugh in his voice.
I took it from him and tore it open while he shuffled out of his jeans and boxers, folding them neatly and adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. I stifled a gasp as I took in his body – not because his thin frame was more muscled than I expected, but because of the scars that traced over his dark skin. Thick welts arced across the fronts of his thighs, their surface lighter and slightly raised. Faded splodges that might have been burn marks splattered across his lower torso.
It looked like someone had tortured him.
I traced a line across one of the scars and Rowan shuddered, his eyes filling with pain.
“I know I’m ugly,” he whispered. “If you don’t want?—”
“You’re not ugly.” I grabbed his cock and rolled the condom over the tip, my fingers dancing down his glorious shaft. He was so long the condom wouldn’t even go down the whole way. “You’re perfect, just the way you are.”
“And you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” Rowan whispered.
I fell against him, my legs fitting over him. I held his cock while I got myself into position, then sank down against him. We both moaned as his thickness entered me, sliding in halfway as I closed around him, my body not yet prepared for something so big and thick.
Rowan kissed me, his tongue seeking mine. His eyes burned into me. I used my heels against the kitchen island to rock back, driving him deeper. With each inch I managed to take inside me, the intensity of the sensation grew.
So much… so much of him, and all for me.
With a final thrust, I took in the last inch, my muscles contracting around his length. The slight curve in his shaft touched me in places that had never been touched. The ache built again from the sheer excitement of having him completely inside me.
Rowan’s fingers trailed up my spine, and I gripped his flour-dusted shoulders as I drove up with my feet, sliding up his shaft and then grinding my hips back down against him, pushing him deep inside me.
Sitting together like this felt so intimate, wrapped up in our own cocoon of bodies. Rowan gripped my ass with his hands and thrust up to meet me each time I slammed down.
I felt every shudder of his cock, every inch of it caressing me inside.
My second orgasm came quickly, a total shock. The pressure rose like a tornado out of nowhere to consume me utterly. I slammed down on Rowan’s pelvic bone, tossing my head back asmy walls convulsed around his thickness, my own body pulsing with release.
Rowan pressed his hand against my stomach, as if he hoped to feed on the ache through my skin.
Rowan’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp as his body shuddered against mine and his huge cock jerked out his own orgasm. Even with the condom, I’d never felt a guy come with such intensity before.
We collapsed against each other, gasping aloud as our bodies flooded with warmth. Rowan stroked my back, his fingers leaving tingling trails as his touch set my hairs on end. He nuzzled against my cheek. To my complete surprise, he looked down at our bodies, still pressed together, and burst out laughing.
“What?” I glanced down. There, across my stomach, was a perfect impression of Rowan’s hand, fingers splayed, rendered in white flour. Like the mark of Saruman on my pale skin.
I laughed too, wrapping my arms around Rowan and kissing his soft cheek. “Some people just give hickeys, but you have to bedifferent.”
