“Oh god…” Rowan moans. She drags my head closer to her and rides shamelessly against my face.
“Guess it means I’m doing this well?”
Her fingers tangle tighter in my hair, and her nails scrape against my scalp in response. I think that’s a hardcore affirmative.
I let my tongue glide over her, savoring the way her taste plays over my tongue. Her musk is sweet and deep and just a little bit salty at the end. I keep working her, coaxing those beautiful, eager whimpers from her throat that I so badly want to hear. I don’t hold back, and neither does she. I find her clit and suckle it into my mouth, lightly scraping my teeth over the hard bud as gently as I can. She whimpers louder and rocks her hips so hard into my face.
“Cliff,” she moans. “I’m going to—I don’t want to—uh—I don’t want to do that yet. I want… I want to wait. Until… until you’re inside of me.”
“Christ,” I groan. My cock twitches so hard that I’m shocked to hear silence in the barn when there should have been fabric tearing. “If you keep talking like that, I might not even make it to that point.”
“Condom,” she pants. “Now.”
I’m kneeling on the pile of our clothes, so all I have to do is bend down and scrabble through the layers until I find my jeans. I turn them over and produce the silver wrapper out of my pocket.
“Do you only have one?”
“Uh, yeah… I told you I wasn’t really planning on this happening.”
“I’m not on the pill,” Rowan says. “I don’t have anything weird, and I’m seriously and absolutely sure I ovulated last week because I do keep track of that stuff. But still. If anything happens to that condom, it would be like playing with fire, and I’m not willing to play with fire, at least not where this is concerned. If you wreck that condom in any way before you get it on and get it inside of me, we’re going to have to settle for hands and uh… mouths.”
“Hands and mouths.” I glance down at the condom. “I’m tempted to throw this in the fire right now and run with that.”
“No!” Rowan shouts, horrified. She flushes after and eyes the fire. “Uh, I meant—that is—I think burning something like that would release a lot of toxins into the air. It would be gross. Bad for the environment. And our lungs. And all of that.”
“You’re adorable.”
I silently calculate how we’re going to do this. I figure doing this with Rowan up against the wood beam might leave her all sorts of slivery after, and I don’t think that would be the best possible outcome. I eye our clothes on the floor. Finally, I settle on arranging my jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket down first and then placing her much nicer coat overtop. I set her shirt down on the bottom of the coat, just because I don’t think the wool is going to launder that easily.
Rowan glances down at the pile and gives me a questioning glance. “And here I thought you were just going to do it in a really awkward, slightly painful, standing up position where we fought to get it in for half an hour before it actually got to the right spot.”
I shake my head and nearly snort when I notice her grinning at me shyly. It’s nice to see that she can have fun with this—the awkward parts of this.
“I thought that this would be better.”
Rowan nods and shifts away from the beam before going to lie on the pile of clothes. Watching her spread out on the jacket and glancing up at me with that gentle flush of color on her cheeks nearly undoes me. She’s a goddess. All flawless perfection. Her breasts are perfect, her nipples delicious little peaks. Her waist is impossibly narrow, her stomach flat, and her hips flare out sweetly. Her legs are also long and shapely.
I have to cut off my perusal before I start thinking about her legs wrapped around my waist and lose it altogether.
I hurry up with the condom because if I don’t, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to get it on at all. I pull down my boxers, ready to roll the thing on, and Rowan lets out a gasp. Thinking something was wrong, I look at her in surprise and nearly drop the condom onto the barn’s floor, which would be the end of that.
“Oh god…” She breathes. She’s staring right at my—er—crotch region.
“I’m sorry, I—uh…”
“It’s big. It’s really big. Like you might actually damage me with it big. Do you know how to use that thing? Please tell me you do because I don’t want an internal injury.”
I glance down at my erection, which is standing proudly straight out in front of me. It’s thick and throbbing, the tip a dark red.
“How is it that big around too?” Rowan’s eyes widen.
Now I think I’m the one blushing. “Okay, okay, you’re going to give my dick a complex.” I slide the condom on. I don’t bother to tell her the size of the thing, or she’d get really freaked out. “I promise I’ll be careful. I would never hurt you.” But her eyes still brim with fear. “Or we can just call this off completely. Go for the hands and mouth idea. I liked that one equally as much.”
“No! It’s just that… from this angle, things look really good. You’re really fit. Your six-pack is more like an eight-pack. You’re ridiculously fit, and I’m—”
“Gorgeous.”
She flushes. Our eyes meet, and hers are full of vulnerability and trust.
