Page 74 of At First Smile
“God!” A quake rolls across my limbs.
“You did so good, luv,” he soothes. “Ready for more?” He strokes my sensitive clit.
“More?” Blinking, a breathless laugh falls out of me. “I did good?”
“Luv, you did great. Like a book, your body opened its pages, showing me how to make you come. Your needy moans. Hissed breaths. How you grinded against my face. And how this sweet little pussy squeezes around my fingers.” He pushes two fingers back inside me. “Best fucking teacher I’ve ever had.”
Reaching beside me, I grab the condom and hold it up. “Put this on… Now.”
“You don’t want more of this, first?” He crooks his fingers inside me.
With a gasp, my head falls back against the counter. Despite the sated sensation that drips through my veins, my body throbs with need for more.
“I told you, luv, you never have to beg with me. If you want me to put on a condom and properly fuck you, I will.” His tone is teasingly dark.
“Rowan…fuck me…now.”
“Christ, Pen,” he groans and takes my mouth in a long kiss, the taste of me on his lips.
Pulling away, he steps back. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, shoving them down. With a smirk, he folds his jeans and deposits them atop the pile of clothes next to me on the kitchen island.
Those butterflies that I thought were in a sated coma in my belly begin to somersault. It’s a small action, but such a thoughtful and sweet thing.
Placing his boxer briefs and socks on the clothes pile, he stands before me completely naked. I reach for him and trace my hands down the cut planes of his body, the muscles twitch beneath my touch. My fingers skim along the soft hair that tumbles down his torso.
“Wow,” I almost gasp, running my fingertips along his impressive length.
It’s long. It’s thick. It’s veiny. Beads of precum coat his tip. Wrapping my fingers around him, I pump.
With a groaned “Pen,” he presses his forehead against mine.
“Tell me if I do something you don’t like, and I’ll stop.” Repeating his words from earlier, I gently bite his lower lip and then soothe away the sting with a soft lick. “Tell me if you like something I do, and I’ll do more of it.”
Clasping my face, he consumes me like a ravenous man. His tongue devours and plunders my mouth and I willingly give him everything in return.
“Condom, now,” I gasp between kisses.
Breath ragged, he steps back and grabs the foil packet. While he sheathes himself, I push down my dress and toss it beside me.
Positioning himself between my thighs, he taps his tip at my entrance. “Ready?”
“Yes.” I grip his shoulders.
Pushing into me, he captures my tiny groans with his soothing kisses. He goes slow, easing into me inch-by-inch, allowing my body to adjust to his size.
“You okay, luv?”
“Yes. You?”
He grins. “So fucking good.”
Lifting my legs high on his hips, he moves inside me. He rocks a cadence with slow, rhythmic, and focused thrusts. Gripping my hips, he pulls almost all the way out.
“Wh—”
He slams back into me.
“God!”
