He’s still standing at the foot of the bed, removing his pants, so I hesitate. “I want to see you,” he says.
I knew getting down and dirty with Rowan would require me to move out of my comfort zone, so I swallow my timid nature and spread my legs. He just stares, as if memorizing every detail of my body. I’m probably blushing to the tips of my toes, but I love the way he looks at me. Like he’s about to devour me.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, stepping out of his boxers.
It’s my first time seeing him in his naked glory. My eyes bulge. Holy male perfection. My attention lingers on the impressive tool he wields between his legs. It’s definitely best if he holds back tonight.
He joins me on the bed and settles between my legs. I assume he’s just going to get right to it, but after he plants a hard kiss on my lips, he slides down. His mouth lights a fire everywhere it touches. My breasts are teased until I feel pressure building in my core, which is surprising. I had no idea my breasts were so sensitive.
Rowan seems to know all the right buttons to push. When his shoulders wedge between my thighs, my breathing escalates with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. No one’s ever gone down on me before and I’m afraid I won’t like it.
“Um... you don’t have to—”
My breath drives out of my lungs the second his tongue circles my clit.
“Oh my gosh.” I flex my hips, trying to get closer to his mouth when he pulls away.
“You were saying?” He smirks.
I gulp. “Never mind.”
With a satisfied look, he dives back in. He teases, licks, and sucks until I’m panting and begging for release. It’s so good, so intense, I almost rip the bed linens to shreds the way I claw into them. “Please, Rowan.”
“Tell me what you want, Grace.”
My lips part. I can’t believe he wants me to say it. “I want to... orgasm?” I close my eyes, hating how proper I sound.
Rowan’s chuckle makes me want to smack my forehead. I don’t dwell on my embarrassment too long because he flips us over so fast, I don’t realize what happened until I’m straddling his face.
“I’ll tell you what I want,” he says. “I want you to ride my face until you cum all over it.”
For a moment, I can only stare at him. “I can’t...”
He palms my hips and urges me to move. “You can.”
His tongue finds my sweet spot again. It feels amazing, and that’s enough to lower my inhibitions some. I move over him experimentally and pleasure shoots through my core. I want more, and apparently, so does Rowan. His arms clamp around my thighs, holding me to him while he feasts voraciously.
Overcome by my need for release, I match his hungry movements. Head thrown back, I do as he ordered and ride his face until I shatter. I didn’t know I was a screamer until I hear my cry pierce the air. Breathless and weak from the intensity of that incredible experience, I almost topple over. But steady hands keep me upright.
Rowan effortlessly lifts me up and down, so I’m straddling his chest instead. He stares up at me with unconcealed wonder. His lips are wet with my juices, and even that’s a turn-on. He licks his lips and I almost moan. Then, his pleased expression turns into a pained one. My heart drops. Oh, no. he doesn’t want to go any further.
“Fuck.” He groans. I don’t have any protection. I didn’t expect this.”
Relief swamps me. “Oh. That’s fine.”
His eyebrows hike all the way up. “It is?”
“I’m clean. Aren’t you?”
“For sure. But...”
I bite back my groan. So close to finally experiencing Rowan in full and no goddamn condoms. I wish I kept a box in the nightstand like everyone else. He looks as disappointed as I feel. Sighing, I move to dismount him, but his hold on my hips tightens.
“We can still do this. Trust me?”
I want to laugh. He risked his life to pull me out of a burning building and he asks if I trust him. “Yes.”
He studies me for a few more seconds before rolling us back over. His mouth finds mine again and his hand slides between us. Two fingers part my folds to test the waters. I’m ready for him, dripping wet.
He’s settled between my thighs, his broad tip teasing my entrance. This is it. I’m finally giving myself to someone and he’s the perfect person.
Nothing prepares me for the initial discomfort of his invasion. Despite Rowan’s gentle movements, the pain and burning hits hard. My whimper makes him stop.
“I’m sorry.” His apology and guilty expression melt me.
“Keep going.” I hold his gaze because I just can’t look away. The discomfort dwindles as I get accustomed to him. Then, it disappears. When he moves again, I’m hit with the delicious sensation of being completely full and I move with him.
Relaxed and entirely comfortable, I beg him to give me more. He does, but I suspect he still holds back. He shifts to his knees and lifts my hips to his thrusts. Caught up in ecstasy, I dig my fingernails into his arms.
Another bust of pleasure leaves me winded, and I shiver uncontrollably. I barely recover in time to notice Rowan tense. He pulls back just as he erupts, squirting warm liquid on my stomach. I stared down at his semen, oddly disappointed that it isn’t inside me, completely marking me as his, but also relieved that he had the control to protect me.
I look at him gratefully. Rowan stares back at me, his expression unreadable.
When he speaks, I’m relieved. “Are you okay?” he asks.
“I’m...” More than okay. I’m doing pirouettes on cloud nine. “Great.”
Rowan exhales. “Good.”
My cheeks burn as I gaze at his thick, sticky fluid on my skin. “I guess I should get cleaned up.”
There’s the slightest awkwardness between us, but I think it’s my fault. I’m not sure how to behave after mind-blowing sex for the first time. I’m about to get up, but Rowan says, “Stay. I’ll clean you up.”
I watch him walk to the bathroom, probably with stars in my eyes. I’m going to fall hard for Rowan. I just know it.