My attraction and my desire to help were immediate with Rowan.
I smile down at her sleeping body, taking her in, enjoying the sight. Her black T-shirt has ridden up just below her breasts, showing me the slow rise and fall of her belly. I take her in, my eyes stopping on the atrocious scar that mars her perfection. The lines are still so angry-looking, but unlike how red they used to be, they’re now dark brown, fully healed, unlike her.
I shake the plastic cup, the liquid and ice sloshing.
“Hmm,” she moans out, stretching. Her body automatically knows what the sound is, and I chuckle.
One blue eye pops open.
“I have coffee.” I show her my offering.
Her hands open and close. “Give me.”
“Scoot.” The bed dips with my weight as I lean to kiss her soft and plump lips.
“Thank you.” Her words full of sleep.
“Drink and get up. I’m taking you out.”
I watch her eyes widen. “Where?” comes out excitedly.
“It’s a surprise.”
I knew that would get her going. With her coffee in hand, she maneuvers herself into a sitting position, her dark hair tousled. “I like surprises when they’re from you.” She smiles.
After a few minutes, she forces herself out of bed, rummages through her bags, finding what she wants to wear.
Nothing is put away in the apartment. I think for us, if things are in order and in place, it’ll feel permanent, and we both don’t want that.
I watch her barely covered ass sway, walking away from me to the bathroom.
I mumble to myself, “Good Lord.” Before taking a sip of my coffee. Knowing exactly how lucky I am.
Not being able to stay sitting on the bed, I decide to take Roxy on a quick walk before we leave.
Roxy hates the city and a leash. She pulls and tries to bite it as I force her to walk. “I know. I hate it here, too.” Knowing she can’t understand me, but not caring either way. We share a hatred of being here.
We walk… Well, we fight the two blocks before I turn around, and we head back to the apartment. Roxy finally gives in and uses the restroom right before we get back. “Thanks,” I mumble to her as I pick her shit up, tying the bag. She watches me with this look ofI better clean up after her. I am only human, after all.I narrow my eyes at her. Get it together, Luca, you’re having beef with a fucking dog.
Dropping her leash, I let her run up the stairs back to our home away from home, watching her tail wag. “Only a little while longer, Rox.”
Unlocking the door, it announces my arrival back before I let it close behind me, enjoying the view I’m met with. Rowan naked, hair wet, sipping her coffee.
My legs take me straight to her, grabbing the coffee out of her hand, setting it down, and maneuvering her to the small bistro table. “Hands on it, and ass out.”
Her giggle meets my ears, and my zipper undoing meets hers. I feel as though I have starved for her. Finally getting to have her anyway I want, it’s an awakening. Something I can’t put out. She’s addicting.
Using my feet, I spread hers apart as she lays herself on the table, my hand roaming up her legs, silky smooth, until I get to her pussy, rubbing her clit, making her moan. Following her folds, I insert two fingers, needing no prep, as I massage her G-spot. Never needing directions to it. I know her body like the back of my hand. I’ve memorized every dip, curve, and what sets her body afire.
“Fuck.” She throws her hair over her shoulder and lays the side of her face on the table, where she can look at me out the side of her eye, and I can see her lips part further open with each stroke of my fingers.
Fisting my dick, precum leaks out, as I trail her ass, over her asshole, removing my fingers and plunging into her.
“Luca!”
My hips pound into her, and with that, the bistro table moves as well.
I can’t help but wrap my hand in her hair, lifting her face off the table, bending down and kissing her, licking her face, biting her jawline. My need to come has my balls drawing up.
