“I know the feeling,” I answer. I haven’t been able to stop loving Rowan from the day I met him.
I throw my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. He tastes like scotch. The burn slides down my throat, but just slightly. Whatever he drank was the good stuff if it left a slow burn in its wake.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I say, breaking the kiss. Despite myself, I hold onto him tighter.
“I know.”
“We need to be smarter,” I moan as his lips travel down my neck.
“I’d rather be stupid,” he whispers, bringing a smile to my face. “Now, shut up.”
I nod as I tilt my head back, running my fingers through his hair on the nape of his neck as he ventures lower and lower, until he is kneeling on the ground. He lifts my dress, inch by inch up my legs.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, like he is in a trance, feathering his fingertips over the pale flesh.
I swallow, realizing what he is about to do. My entire body breaks out in a light sweat. No one has ever done this to me before. It has only ever been Rowan, and he has never tasted me down there. He throws my right leg over his shoulder and bunches my dress up around my waist.
I’m not wearing panties.
He growls, rubbing his thumb over the thicker than usual, bush. I keep it trimmed, but lately I haven’t. “I love your hair,” he says, giving it a soft tug. “I love this more, though.” He slides his index and middle finger through the wet folds, parting them to show my swollen pearl.
I gulp, feeling exposed and vulnerable. He is seeing every inch of me right now, more than anyone has ever seen.
“So pink. So wet. Is this all for me?” He slides those crystalline irises up my body and pulls his hand free, yanking a whimper from my throat.
“Rowan,” I whine from his absence.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I do what he wants, and he puts his fingers into his mouth, sucking the slick digits until every layer of juice is licked clean. His eyes roll to the back of his head, leaving nothing but the whites to be seen for a moment before slaying me again with his intense gaze. “So fucking sweet. I knew you would be. All strawberries and fruit. My favorite.”
And he dives in.
He latches his lips on to my bundle of nerves, never taking his eyes off mine. His tongue is a whip, lashing me over and over again, but it is far from punishment. He sucks my clit into his mouth, rolls it around, and nibbles. The soft touch of his teeth sends an edge of worry and danger, which only heightens the incredible emotions. It sends high-pitched noises out of my mouth and makes me reach toward the sky on my tippy-toes.
I can’t take it anymore.
He moves off my essence, flattening his tongue to lick all the way back to my perineum, only to lick to the front again.
Tightening my fingers through his thick locks, I start to thrust my hips, shoving the fat lips of my pussy further into his mouth. After a good tug on his hair, I remove my hands and slide them up my body to pluck my nipples. The extra sting is all I need.
“Rowan, yes,” I moan with puckered lips.
I keep assaulting the hardened beads on my breasts, tugging and pinching them through my dress to add to his pleasure. His hands go to my hips, pulling me closer, and then he shoves his tongue into the hole only he has been in, fucking me over and over again with his tongue.
“Yes, oh god, I’m going to come. I’m going… Rowan, I—” but he never lets up. I toss my head back one final time, latching onto the thick tendrils of his hair, and scream.
I scream until my throat hurts.
My orgasm trembles the muscles in my pussy, hell, my entire body, and I squirt into his mouth. It’s embarrassing. I didn’t know I did that, but he laps it up, thirsty for my come. My body is a quivering mess when he pulls away.
His mouth shines, not just from my juice, but with a happy smile. He stands, bringing his lips closer to mine. I’m drunk off my orgasm. My eyes are glazed. I’m high off the feelings he gives me.
“Have you ever tasted yourself, Everly?”
I shake my head.
He grabs the back of my head with his hand and yanks me forward. His drenched lips slant onto mine. We slip together in a wet, honey-flavored kiss. I moan from the wild, forbidden taste he gives me. I like it. If that’s what I taste like, I can see why men like to do it so much.
I don’t bother unbuttoning his shirt. I want him now. I need him now. His zipper echoes in the living room. The flames still flicker in the fireplace, creating a soft glow and a romantic mood, but to hell with romance. I want something raw and primal.
So, I open up his pants and pull him out. Once his soft cock is in my hand, I stroke it.
He arches into my touch, still clothed, still proper, but the nine-inch shaft in my palm is far from proper and refined. I’ve never seen anyone else’s cock before, but there is no way they are as perfect as Rowan’s. The tip is red while the rest of his shaft is a tan. The vein bulges on the side, filling his thick muscle to the hard, long rod that it is now.
“I love your hands on me,” he says.
“I love my hands on you.”
When he tilts his head back down, he wraps his arms around me and backs me up against the couch. My knees bend, falling to my doom.
Or salvation.
It depends on how someone looks at it.
He wraps my legs around his waist and rotates until his back is against the cushions. He holds the
