The towel is gone, and I shiver under his rough hands. I need his skin.
“Off,” I groan, pushing his shirt up his abdomen. “Off. Take it off.” Bowen reaches behind his head, tugs his shirt off with one swift move, and tosses it aside. Then he's picking me up and carrying me to the bed. Before he can push me back, I tug his pants and briefs down, kissing my way across. Hip to hip.
His rings are cool against my scalp when he threads his fingers in my hair, and I look up at him through my lashes. There's no time to consider the fact that I've never done this before. All I care about is the groan in his throat and his rumbled “fuck” when I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck.
His hips give an involuntary thrust, and I moan around him. He tastes like skin and a heady flavor that has to be all him. I dig my fingers into his hip on one side and use the other to hold the base of him.
Then we lock eyes, and I let feelings guide me. I slide as much of him across my tongue to the back of my throat as I can, and his fingers tighten when I suck my way back to the tip, swirling my tongue around the sensitive underside.
“Fuck, have some mercy on me,” he groans.
I do it again, using my hand on the root to squeeze and stroke what I can't fit.
“Look how pretty you are. Jesus fuck, Kit. Just like that, baby.”
My eyes water, and my jaw aches, but I already know this is my new favorite thing. His taste. The smell of him. The way he watches me with a parted mouth and reverent eyes.
All too soon, he's pulling back and pushing me onto the bed. He rolls me until I'm on my stomach and hoists my hips up until I get the hint and settle on my knees.
I'm panting and moan low when I look back at Bowen to find him on his knees on the side of the bed. His mouth is swollen from my kisses, his pupils blown wide with the desire thrumming between us. He's never looked more beautiful.
“Are you sore?” he asks, and my cock leaks just thinking about it.
Yes. No. Not enough to stop whatever this is. Tomorrow, I'll need a break. But today? Now? I'll fucking die if he doesn't touch me.
“Not too much,” I mumble, groaning when he leans forward and kisses one side of my ass and then the other.
“Do you need a pillow, baby?” he asks, and my entire body breaks out in shivers when he runs his nose down my crease.
“A pillow?”
I feel the smile on my ass and am about to turn around to witness it with my eyes, but Bowen grasps my cheeks, spreads me open, and licks across my hole.
“Oh, God,” I moan, falling forward until my face is in the soft blankets under me. His tongue circles my rim over and over until my thighs are shaking. Just when I think I'm going to have to beg, Bowen presses his tongue inside me, licking into me, and I cry out his name, gripping the blankets in my fists.
He licks and fucks me with his tongue, opening me up with each wet stroke until I'm clawing to get away and pushing my ass back towards him at the same time.
“Is this mine?” he asks darkly, biting into my ass cheek and reaching around to stroke my length. I'm so sensitive, I whimper when he rubs me.
“Yes. Yours. All yours.”
He reaches between my spread thighs, rubbing up my shaft while he gives me back his tongue. It's wet and dirty and everything I never knew I needed.
Just when I'm shaking and moaning his name, he stops. My balls ache, my spine tingles, and my head is fuzzy.
“Where's your bag?”
I point over my shoulder, and he huffs a laugh but comes back a minute later with the bottle of lube from the cabin.
He put the lube in my bag?
“You're red from yesterday, baby. Do you want my fingers, my tongue, or I can flip you over and give you my mouth…” He hesitates, then clears his throat and says, “Or you can fuck me.”
Fuck him?
The last two brain cells I've got left are vibrating in horny fucking bliss right now. If…when…I have Bowen, I want to not be seconds from coming.
“Cock,” I say. Fucking whine.
