“Fuck,” he hisses as I swallow. I do this a few more times until I pull all the way off and release my hold, barely keeping his cock held in my hand. He tightens under my touch, and precum forms at the tip. His cock is so hard, so ready, that I know he’s only moments away. “Bonnie, lass . . . ,” he gasps.
Oh, he’s really close.
His eyes are squeezed shut and his chest rises and falls so rapidly that it would be impossible to count how many breaths he takes in a minute. But I hold still.
He thrashes.
His cock juts up.
His hand grips the sheets.
His teeth pull on his bottom lip.
And then . . . a feral groan.
With that, my mouth descends again, and I maneuver him all the way back before I pull up hard, sucking the entire time.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” he shouts as his hips drive up. I take him easily, reveling in his pleasure until he’s completely sated. He’s breathing heavily, disbelief morphing his face as he gazes down at me. He lifts a hand and strokes it tenderly through my hair as he slowly comes back to life.
And then . . . determination laces his features.
He lifts up, his abs tightening, contracting, before he flips me to my back and spreads my legs wide enough for his large body to fit between them.
“Rowan,” I breathe out heavily. “You don’t have to—”
“The fuck I don’t.” He pushes the hem of my shirt past my belly button but doesn’t go any farther. It makes me lose my mind—until he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and lowers his head.
Giving pleasure is just as much of a turn-on for me as receiving, so I’m ready for him as his lips meet my inner thigh. My body is already sensitive, thrumming with need as all feeling focuses down to my core, lighting me up with anticipation.
He trails scratchy, luscious kisses along my sensitive skin, moving closer and closer to my center before he pulls away and moves to my other leg. He pays tribute to each side, worshipping with his mouth and driving me crazy.
My pelvis lifts up, seeking any kind of connection, and when his mouth pulls away, excitement booms deep in the pit of my stomach—until he turns to the other leg.
“Oh my God, Rowan,” I say, the ache so strong that I feel like I might cry. “Please.”
“No,” he says and then goes back to trailing kisses along my thigh, drawing so close, right to where I need him, then pulling away and moving back toward my knee.
Devil of a man.
I shift beneath him, angling to get him to touch me, but he’s strong and holds me down, drawing out this delicious torture until the throb is so intense I cry out.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, Rowan.”
He draws his tongue out and laps it down my leg, closer and closer, until his tongue meets my hip. He circles it over my hipbone and runs it down to my pubic bone, right above my slit. There he plays with me, teases me, drawing circles over and over again. I feel my arousal pool, my need so great that I might come without him even touching me.
“I want to come on your tongue,” I say, not holding back.
“Are you close?” he asks.
“Yes,” I breathe out. “Don’t you feel me shaking for you?”
“Aye,” he says, his voice such a deep rumble that I nearly come right there.
His eyes find mine as he lowers his tongue an inch, just to the very top, and he slips it in and out, making the ache grow more intense.
“Rowan,” I say in desperation just as his hand spreads me and his tongue presses against my clit. “Oh God,” I cry out, my chest heaving up toward the ceiling, my hands falling to my sides, gripping the sheets.
His tongue stills for a few breaths, and then he starts flicking it along my clit, using just enough pressure to build me up hard and fast.
An intense calm washes over me as a pulse beats through my veins, stiffening my muscles, pulling toward my center.
Every thought, every feeling, every emotion, they all pool together, sending a wave of numbness through my limbs.
My body tenses.
My stomach bottoms out.
Nothing exists besides Rowan’s tongue and the way he’s moving it along my clit, until he presses down hard and flicks over me so fast that my orgasm bursts through me, powerful and satisfying all at once.
“Oh my God!” I yell as he continues to move his tongue, my hips gliding up and down, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure until there is absolutely nothing left.
When he moves away, I reach for him, pulling him up along my body and pressing a kiss to his mouth. “You have no idea what you just did to me,” I whisper, gazing at him in the near darkness.