Page 21 of Rowan's Renewal
“Hey!” I protest through spluttered laughter, “That was naughty, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, well, you were mocking me.”
“You were being vague.”
“It was in the water, and itmoved. Fast.”
“Like…a fish?”
He’s quiet for a second, then he laughs. “Shut up.”
***
“Today was a lot of fun,” I say, clasping Rowan’s hand in mine and swinging it between us as we head back towards the main building. “Thank you for joining me.”
“It was surprisingly fun,” he agrees. “Jet skis and kayaks are things I never thought I’d try.”
“And swimming in the middle of the ocean, don’t forget that.”
“Yeah, that’s never happening again. Did you see that stingray go under the kayak on our way back? Astingray, Aaron.” He shakes his head, bewildered.
I can’t help teasing, “Who knew they lived in the wild?”
He stops and smacks at my bicep with an open palm. “Shut up. I just didn’t expect to see one right near the resort.”
“It was only a little baby ray.” It really had been small, its body no larger than a dinner plate, and its barbed tail only a foot long, harmlessly swimming along in the shallows of the inlet. “I bet it would have been more scared of you than you are of it.”
“That” —he turns and pokes his index finger into my chest— “is the Daddiest thing you’ve said all day.” The pink of his cheeks, likely half-caused by overexposure to the sun, deepens, and he ducks his chin as he adds, “And you’ve changed me twice.”
My lips curl into a bright smile. “You like it when I go all Daddy, though, don’t you?”
“If I’m being honest…yeah. I do. I’m just…” We’ve made it back to the elevators and I press the ‘up’ triangle, waiting patiently for him to think before speaking. “It’s going to take some time for me to get used to calling you…that.”
Leaning against the wall, I reach for his hand and I squeeze it. “Sweetheart, it hasn’t even been a full day yet. There aren’t any rules on how quickly you need to get comfortable with saying or doing anything, inside kink or out of it. If you don’t want to call me Daddy, that’s okay, too.”
He’s silent as we step into the elevator, but as we step out onto our floor, he speaks again. “When I said it this morning, I liked it. When it was in our private space, it was easier to say it. But out where anyone could hear it…”
“Ro, I promise,” I assure him as I swipe my keycard over the reader and let us into our room, “that’s totally understandable. We’ll do everything at your pace. I mean,” taking him by the hand, I wander over to the couch and tug him down into my lap, sitting him sideways so I can look him in the eye, “because I’m Daddy and you’re new to this, I’ll make choices about new things I think you’ll be comfortable with, but you can safe word out at any time. About anything at all. Even sitting in my lap right now. What’s your traffic light color?”
“Green,” he says without hesitation, wiggling his hips on my thighs. “It’s nice to feel…I don’t know…treasured, I guess.”
Gently placing my hand on the back of his head, I pull him so his forehead is touching mine. “You deserve to be treasured, sweetheart.”
Surprising me, Rowan twists around to straddle me fully, his knees sinking into the leather on either side of my hips. With his wrists looped behind my neck, he shyly asks, “Is this okay?”
“Hmm,” I pretend to think about it, making zero attempt to hide my smile, “hot Boy straddling my lap…is that okay? Gee, I’m not sure…” My smile only grows wider as he blushes and lets out a breathy little laugh. Settling my hands on his hips, I nuzzle my nose against his. “It’s perfect, Ro.”
He takes me by surprise again by initiating a kiss. There’s nothing tentative about the meeting of our mouths this time around. He’s confident as he slides his tongue between my lips, and I groan when he starts to rock his still-not-padded crotch against mine.
I lose myself in the slow, sultry movements of our mouths and of his body. My cock hardens and I feel his lips curving upwards, even while they’re still sliding over mine.
“That’s all you, baby,” I tell him during a break for air.
He looks down, grins, then dives in to kiss me again before Rowan asks, “Think you could come from just this?”
“Keep grinding against me and that’s a hell yes.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says before he leans in to kiss me again. His hips undulate faster, with more force, and I squeeze his ass, pulling him in closer, wanting to help him increase the friction.
