“Come on, Rowan,” I groan, on the verge of losing control. “Don’t fight it. Let me feel you.”
I bring my hand to her clit and rub as I continue thrusting into her.
A soft moan slips free, and she moves against me with more urgency, her muscles growing rigid until her body convulses, her fist in her mouth muffling her cries.
“God, I love watching you come. Love feeling you lose all control. Because you’ve made me lose all damn control, too.”
I grip her hips and drive into her over and over, every muscle in my body tightening, desperate for the release only Rowan can give me. Electricity courses through my veins, and I have to bite back the roar begging to be set free as waves of bliss wash over me, stronger than anything I’ve ever experienced.
I curve toward her, leaving soft kisses along her shoulder blades, addicted to her in a way I never thought possible.
Once I have my breathing under control, I ease out of her and grab a fresh towel from the drawer. I help her upright, then clean between her legs.
“I can do that, you know,” she states.
I lean down and touch a soft kiss to her forehead. “I know. But I like taking care of you.”
The words come easier than they should.
And that’s what unsettles me.
Because I do like taking care of her.
Like being with her. Like the passionate, intensemoments when we can’t seem to satisfy our cravings fast enough.
But I also like these quiet, tender moments when we’ve satisfied our urges and can be at peace with each other.
I toss the towel onto the floor and pull her against me, wrapping her in my embrace and enjoying this moment of peace. Of tranquility.
Something I never thought I’d have again.
Then the baby monitor crackles to life.
“Ro-Ro. Ro-Ro,” Jemmy babbles.
Rowan pushes against me, and I reluctantly let her go.
“Guess I’m officially on the clock,” she sighs, grabbing her shorts and sliding them on.
“Sorry if I cut into your ‘me time’.”
She grins, hoisting herself onto her toes and planting a soft kiss on my lips. “I can think of a lot worse ways to spend my mornings than with your cock inside me. Feel free to cut into my ‘me time’ again tomorrow morning.”
“But isn’t that the future? I didn’t think we did that. I thought we were only focusing on the now. Living in the present. Not making any plans for the future.”
“I’m not making plans. More like…manifesting.”
I arch a single brow. “Manifesting?”
“Exactly. I know I wouldn’t mind having a cock first thing tomorrow morning so I’m sending good vibes out to the universe to deliver me one…in whatever form that may be.”
I tug her against me, nipping at her neck. “The only cock you’ll be getting tomorrow morning is mine.”
“Then it’s working already.” She brings her lips toward mine, and I brace myself for her kiss.
But it never comes.
Instead, she slips free, flashing me a grin before walking away, swaying her hips as she goes just to torture me.
