Page 131 of At First Smile
“You’re here all the time and…” Raking my teeth against my bottom lip, I huff a breath. “What am I doing? It’s too soon. I’m sor?—”
“Not too soon,” he cuts in, his words rushed and breathless. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes!” He places the container down and rushes to me, arms wrapping around my body.
“You don’t think it’s too soon?” The question is partly to make sure he’s sure and also to reassure myself. Despite the anxiety pulsing along my nerve endings, a calmness settles over me.
“Luv, I’ve been ready to move in since our first date, so as far as I’m concerned this isn’t soon enough.”
A loud giggle escapes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Only for you.”
I grin. “Ditto.”
“Now if you don’t mind, I need to properly celebrate this occasion.” He spins me, pressing me against the wall. With a nip to my lips, he slides up the dress’s skirt.
“Rowan,” I moan as his mouth drags down my neck. “I like your way of celebrating.”
He traces kisses down my body. Kneeling before me, he looks up, the light catching his eyes. His stare almost caresses me like worshipping hands. With a slow teasing movement, he drags down my barely-there underwear.
“Tripping hazard,” he says, shoving them into his pocket.
My laugh is stolen by a breathy moan as he nips and soothes with kisses along my inner thighs. Gripping me, he hooks both my legs over his shoulders and inhales deep at my core.
“So goddamn sweet.” His pleased groan rumbles against my bare center before he takes his first lick.
Despite having had me many times, somehow each time he devours me as if he’s never tasted nor will ever consume anything so good again. His tongue laps against me like a thirsty man, drinking up every last bit of my pleasure.
“Oh god!” I cry, my fingers yanking at his thick dark hair.
Body still trembling, he lowers my shaky legs to the ground. But they’re not there long. Within seconds, he unzips and pushes down his pants and boxers. He hoists me up, my legs wrapping around him. Pressed against the wall, he drives into me.
“Christ,” he groans, moving inside me. “It’s like this sweet little pussy was made just for me.”
“It is… I am.”
“And I’m made for you… Only you.” His fingers bite into my hips and he raises me higher on him, thrusting up hard and deep.
Body taut, I cling to Rowan as he fucks me with almost relentless but somehow indulgent drives. He rasps sweet praises in his sexy Irish lilt about how good I feel and what a good girl I am. The tension builds at my center.
“Ohhh,” I whine.
“I got you, luv.” His fingers move between us and stroke my clit.
“Yes!” Shuddering, I slump against him.
His movements turn fast and uncoordinated as he chases his release. “Fuck!” he cries, spilling into me.
For a moment we remain there. Me tight against the wall. Him holding me. Our ragged breaths are the only sound.
“Oh my god, do you think GB saw that?” I say breathlessly.
His head twists. “Yep.”
“We’re terrible dog parents.”
