I kick them to the side as she hoists herself onto her toes. “Can I touch you?”
“God, yes.”
“Good.”
Her mouth is warm as it touches mine. And when I feel her hand wrap around my length, I can’t help the moan that breaks free, weeks of restraint and hunger rolling off me in waves.
“Tell me something, Hayden.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting against the raw need overwhelming me as she strokes my erection, especially when her thumb brushes over my tip.
“Yes,” I grit out, bringing my gaze to hers.
“When’s the last time a woman touched you like this?”
“Years,” I answer before I can think about what I essentially just admitted.
I brace for her questions about how that could be, unsure if I’m ready for that conversation. How Cora and I may have been married, but the romance fizzled out ages ago. How we had become more like roommates who had kids together.
But she doesn’t press the subject.
“And when’s the last time you felt a woman’s mouth on your cock?”
“Even longer.”
“Well, then…” She slowly lowers herself to her knees. “Allow me to change that.”
Every muscle in my body tightens as she continues to stroke my cock, bringing her mouth toward me.
And when she teases my tip with her tongue, I have to fight against coming right away, my body begging for the release it’s been deprived of for far too long.
She slides her tongue up and down my length, torturing me even more, every second a battle of restraint. When she finally takes me in her mouth, it feels like the floor’s given out beneath me, the room spinning.
For the first time in quite a while, my brain goes quiet. I’m no longer thinking about my failures. My duties. My obligations. All I’m thinking about is Rowan and how fucking amazing her mouth feels on me.
I look down at her, the sight of her on her knees with her mouth full of my cock turning me on evenmore. I bring my hands up to her head, guiding her, gently thrusting in time with her motions.
“God, Rowan. Your mouth is dangerous.”
She moans around me, the vibration propelling me higher and higher. I notice her squeeze her thighs together, obviously just as turned on as I am.
“Touch yourself,” I demand. “I want to watch you fuck yourself as I fuck this mouth.”
I have no idea what’s come over me.
I’m normally not like this. At least, I wasn’t with Cora. I loved her, but I never felt this unyielding hunger that tapped into my baser desires. Not like I do with Rowan. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long, but I get the feeling it goes deeper than that.
Which is why I should stop. Not take this any further.
But I can’t stop now, especially as I watch Rowan spread her thighs and lower her hand between them, a moan falling from her as she rubs her clit.
“That’s it, baby,” I groan as I move faster, gripping her head harder. “Get yourself off. Fuck that greedy little pussy.”
She moans again, and I nearly lose it when she slides a finger inside, followed by another. Her slickness echoes around me, combining with the sound of me driving in and out of her mouth.
Her breathing increases, and I’m desperate for her to let go, unsure how much longer I can hold off. Finally, she releases a cry and her body trembles through another orgasm. I don’t wait for her to fully come down before hauling her to her feet.
She blinks, obviously disoriented. “What’s wrong?”
