“Mouth or fingers.”
“Cock—I'm fine.”
“Kitten,” he growls, but squirts lube on his fingers and presses one inside me. It slips in easy from his tongue working me open, and I immediately relax. One turns to two with no real pain, and two turns to three with the stretch that I'm growing to crave already.
Bowen pumps his fingers until I'm grinding my hips down on the bed and panting.
“Please, I'm fine. I can take it. Need it. Need you, Boe.”
The blessed snap of the bottle is like music to my ears, and I look back to watch Bowen stand, looking at what must be quite the sight.
I blush, imagining him seeing me face down, ass up on display. My ass clenches on nothing, and Bowen moans the lightest, highest sound I think I've ever heard him make. Like the view of me splayed out and needing him strangled his vocal cords.
He lubes his cock and finally drags his eyes up my spine all the way to my turned face, pressed into the bed.
“You have to tell me if it hurts, do you understand? I won't risk hurting you.”
I have no words, so I nod. The first stretch around the tip burns, but my insides don't hurt as I take him. He moves slowly, kneeling on the bed behind me and pulling my ass up to where he wants it. By the time his hips press into me and I'm full, my cock is painfully hard again.
“You're so soft. So warm.” He pulls out to the last inch then pushes back inside so slowly my eyes roll back. “You take me so good, don't you, kitten?”
“Shut up,” I pant, pressing back against him.
“You know how many times I've dreamed about this? Feeling you wrapped around me.”
“You're gonna make me come if you keep talking.” I'm so close, I could cry.
Bowen chuckles, pressing in. Pulling out. Slow. Achingly fucking slow. Barely a whisper against my prostate.
I cry out when he moves, pulling out completely. He spreads my ass, and my eyes widen when his hooded ones land on my hole. I clench; he curses and grabs the base of his erection, looking up at the ceiling. I watch his throat bob with a thick swallow.
I do that to him?Me?
“I don't want to come without seeing your face,” he finally says, gritty and hoarse. I roll over and spread my thighs for him without a second thought. In the seconds it takes him to climb on the bed and settle between my thighs, I feel so empty, it’s alarming.
I immediately know this isn't the same dirty fucking it was a minute ago.
He guides himself back inside me at the same time he kisses my mouth, hands finding mine and twining our fingers together over my head. He's heavy, but it feels so good to be under him. Skin on skin.
“I missed you. Do you forgive me?” he asks, chasing my flushed face with his lips and teeth.
I nod, digging my feet into his back so I can arch my hips into his thrusts.
“Do you forgive me?” I manage to ask, being taken higher and higher. He adjusts, hiking one of my legs up until he's pegging my prostate with each roll of his hips. I swear I see stars. It's electric, a deep thrumming.
“Squeeze me, baby. I want to feel you let go.” He reaches between us, and I'm coming before he even fully wraps his hand around me. But he strokes me through it, slow and so sensitive, my eyes water. “That's it, so fucking good.”
When the last drips of cum hit my stomach, Bowen lets go to kneel up. He looks strong and powerful between my thighs. I'm completely out of breath and floating in the heavens, but I still clock how hot it is when he grabs my hips, watching himself fuck me. He's biting his lip, face sweaty and curls a mess. It's when I moan his name and he looks up at me that I can't help but speak.
“I love you, Bowen.”
His eyes flare wide, and he falls forward, groaning his release into my neck.
Bowen
I love you, Bowen.
It's the first thought that filters past the haze of sleep. It feels like it should be a dream, but there is no mistaking the vivid memory of kitten muttering those words underneath me last night. Glistening with sweat, kiss swollen lips and blushed cheeks. His eyes were still glazed from his orgasm, and my body was soaring to the top. His words had me free-falling from the precipice so quickly, I didn't have time to brace for the fall.
