I laugh as I try to go around him, only for him to grab me by the waist again and tug my body into his. He spins our bodies around, his back facing the bedroom door. He scoots me forward and turns around again, crossing into my bedroom.
“Woo,” he lets out in victory.
He turns around just as I’m about to walk into the bedroom, but he wraps one arm around my lower back, pulling me into him. He presses his lips to mine, and I can feel them turn into a smug smile.
The only sounds I hear are our lips sucking, releasing, and sucking again. It’s a beautiful sound I never want to stop hearing. The pink and purple sunset streams into the bedroom through the sheer curtains, casting a glow on us. I grab the hem of his shirt and start to lift it up. He breaks away from my lips, tugs his shirt off, and pulls me in again.
In a matter of seconds, he’s in his dark red boxer briefs. The first thing I notice is the tent he’s pitching under there. I don’t remember it being this big. Then again, I’d never really taken the time to look at it. I’d given him plenty of hand jobs when we were together, but we were too busy making out while he was also touching me.
When we lost our virginity together, I felt how much he had to offer, but I was too busy trying to control my breathing. I smirk when I take in what I’m seeing.
“Huh, red boxers. You wear that color for me?” I wiggle my brows.
He crosses his arms, his biceps showing off, and angles his head. “You think I planned this?”
I mimic him and tilt my head to the side, then narrow my gaze at him in challenge.
“Ellie Thompson, if you don’t take off your clothes in five seconds, so help me, you will not like what I’m going to do to you in that bed, against that wall, on this floor, and on that dresser.” He gestures to all of it with his head.
I place my hands on my hips, challenging him because I amveryokay with seeing what he wants to do to me. He gets down on his knees and looks up at me while he drags my sweatpants down my legs.
When he sees what I’m wearing underneath, he presses his forehead to my stomach, letting out a sigh. I didn’t pick out my underwear on purpose. I just grabbed what was available, and that so happened to be cheeky, black-lace panties.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he groans.
I bite the bottom of my lip trying to smother my smile that wants to slip out. “Well, I hope you’re ready to see what’s underneath my shirt,” I say teasingly.
He looks at me with a grin and lifts the bottom of my shirt with one finger and angles his head to look under. He lets his finger slip away while he shuts his eyes.
He places his hands together and mutters, “Thank you.”
I’m not wearing a bra. I cup his face in my hands and kiss him, not needing to bend down since he’s already so tall. I feel his hands glide under my shirt and onto my warm skin. They trail along my back.
He stands up swiftly while at the same time grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it off. My nipples are hard, and I know it’s not from being cold. Rowan stops to put his hands on his hips and lets out a deep breath while staring at my breasts.
He runs a hand down his face and then looks at me. “I don’t think you realize how many times I’ve dreamed about this, about you, and having the privilege of seeing how incredible your body truly is. If I get my way, getting to see this as much as I want, I’ll gladly keep falling to my knees before you. I’ll always worship you. More than I already do.”
“Rowan, you’ve seen me like this before. It’s nothing new.”
“Not like this, Ellie. We were so young the last time I saw you. I thought what you had to offer before was incredible. But this.” He gestures over my body with his hand. “You’re a grown woman now. You’ve filled out in places you weren’t before. The curves of your body.” His hand traces my waist and down my hips, and he shakes his head. “Now get in that bed and show me what I want to see.”
I lift my chin up and pin my eyes on him before asking, “And what would that be?” I walk around him and toward the bed, not letting my eyes drop from looking at him, and he follows my every movement with his. The back of my knees hit the bed.
“I want to see you touch yourself for me,” he tells me in a smoky, rough voice.
My eyes can’t help but widen slightly because I’ve never had a man ask that of me. And Rowan was the last man I ever thought would say something like that. My toes curl, and the bottom part of me aches for him.
I do as he says, lying my body on the bed and propping myself up on my elbows. I move one hand slowly and carefully because I’m in control of this. He may tell me what to do and I do it, but I can tease just as bad.
My fingers start to skim the top of the lace, and his eyes follow every movement my hand makes. Those dark blue eyes shine with hunger, something I’ve never seen from him before, and it makes me crave him more.
I slip my hand under the lace, and I can feel how wet I am. A part of me wants to pull Rowan’s hand nearer so he can feel what he does to me. I hum when I touch the sensitive part of me, the pleasure flowing through my body.
I take my time when I start to play with myself. Feeling every part of me, knowing that Rowan is looking at me. He leans against the dresser and crosses his arms casually, like he’s having a normal conversation with someone. But he pierces me with his stare while he takes me in.
I close my eyes from the pleasure.
“Keep your eyes on me, Ellie,” he demands. “I want our eyes on each other when you lose control.”
