Page 23 of Beneath the Midnight Sky
She nodded. “Words, Aspen.”
“Yes, Rowan,” she replied breathlessly.
“If it gets to be too much, jerk your head backwards and I’ll let go,” I told her. My cock was already fighting a war againstmy jeans at the sight of her on the floor, waiting for me. “Sound good?”
“Yes, Rowan,” she said again.
I squatted down in front of her and ran my fingers along her bare stomach. “If I reach into your panties right now, just how wet will you already be, little angel?” She bit her bottom lip again and started to blush. I reached between her legs and pushed her underwear out of the way as my fingers ran through her wet heat. I pulled my fingers away before I reached her clit and popped them into my mouth, groaning around my soaked fingertips. “Fucking divine.”
She stared at me, her eyes pleading for more, but she didn’t voice the frustration. I had a feeling my little angel was much more resilient than she believed herself to be. I stood and pulled my shirt off, tossing it with her clothes, then unbuttoned my jeans. Pushing them and my boxers off in one swoop, I stood naked before her, my cock at full attention and more than ready to be shoved down her throat. I gripped the base and stroked a few times, watching as Aspen’s eyes watched the movement. It was her licking her lips in clear anticipation that did me in, though.
I stepped forward, and she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out eagerly. Blinking a few times, she stared up at me, her wide blue eyes already begging. I ran my thumb over the bead of precum that gathered just from staring at the goddess that was Aspen Woodluck, and then rubbed the head of my cock across her tongue a few times before pressing into her mouth. I groaned as her lips wrapped tightly around me.
“Fuck, little angel, just like that.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Keeping one hand around the base of my cock, I buried the other into her hair as I slowly pushed deeper into her warmth. Everything about her drove me insane. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock before hollowing out her cheeks andpulling me deeper into her mouth. When her lips hit my hand, she stared up at me, her eyes just daring me to move. “Is that what you want, little angel? Want me to use you? Fuck your mouth until you’ve got tears running down your pretty face?”
Instead of pulling back and using words, she pushed her lips against my hand—pure determination in her eyes. This woman was going to kill me in the best of ways, and I couldn’t wait. I dropped my hand, using it instead to grab onto the counter beside us. Wrapping her dark hair around my opposite hand, I pushed the rest of my cock slowly into her mouth. I felt her gag when I hit the back of her throat, and I waited, gritting my teeth against the feeling of her swallowing around me. She let out a long hum, her lips vibrating around me, and I held onto the last bit of sanity I had in that moment. I could feel my muscles clenching and my orgasm building. I slowly pulled my cock back out, using my grip in her hair to hold her still, and then thrusted back into her mouth. This time, when I hit the back of her throat, her eyes started watering.
“That’s right, my beautiful little angel. Be a good girl and choke on my cock,” I growled. I pulled back until just the tip was in her mouth and watched as she caught her breath. After a few moments, I slammed my cock fully into her mouth. She gagged as her nose hit my pelvis, and I slid both hands into her hair, holding her there. Tears streaming down her face, she hallowed out her cheeks again and moaned around me. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, and swallow all of my cum?”
Her blue eyes stared up at me, and she moaned again. That was my undoing. White hot shocks shot through me as my cock pulsed and cum shot down her throat. All I could do was hold on and moan her name. When I could finally breathe again, I released her hair and slowly pulled my cock from her lips. She leaned forward after me and licked the tip again with a smug smile on her face.
I leaned down in front of her and wiped the tears from her face. Even with the mascara running down her face, she was the most stunning woman I’d ever seen. “You’re so fucking perfect, angel,” I whispered. I reached around and undid the belt holding her wrists behind her and gently kissed each wrist while I rubbed them and brought her circulation back to normal. When I finished, I came back up and kissed along her neck and jaw until I reached her mouth, but she quickly backed away.
“I still taste like you…” she said quickly. I sat on the floor in front of her, naked, still semi-hard, and very confused. But then it clicked in my head what she meant, and I realized exactly the type of man her ex had been. I shook my head for a moment before wrapping my hand around her throat, only tight enough for her to listen to my words fully but not restrict any air—yet.
“I know you do, angel. Which is why I desperately want to kiss you and taste myself on your sweet little tongue before I return the favor and have you screaming up on my countertop. Now, if you don’t mind. Please allow me to kiss those lips before I take my time kissing the others,” I growled.
Aspen stared at me, wide-eyed, before giving me a small nod of confirmation. Thank any gods who were listening. I pressed my lips against hers, and she immediately allowed me access. Swirling my tongue with hers, tasting myself mixed with her, had me hard as a rock and ready to take her all over again. I groaned and wrapped my arms around her, picking her up with me when I stood, placing her on my kitchen countertop. She shivered against the cold stone, and I smirked.
“Lean back, angel,” I said.
Aspen lying out on these dark marble countertops would be an image I would never scrub from my mind. It was an image I could get painted to hang above my bed. An image I could see every single day, and it still wouldn’t be enough for me.
I pulled her legs until her calves were hanging off the counter. I spread her thighs wide and had to swallow down the moan that tried to escape as I stared at her soaking wet underwear. Even the tops of her inner thighs were damp.
“Fuck, Aspen. Look at you, angel.” I slowly pulled her underwear off, making sure to throw them with my jeans instead of her pile of clothes. She wouldn’t be getting those back. I pushed her thighs wider, forcing her to fully open for me. “Goddamn. You are just…fuck.”
A shy giggle escaped her lips, and I looked up to see that her cheeks were bright pink. “I could spend the rest of my days worshipping this pretty cunt of yours, and it still wouldn’t be long enough.” I realized after I muttered those words, it might be too much for her. Too much, too quickly. But I couldn’t stop. I leaned down before she could try and bolt. Running my tongue through her heat all the way to her clit and back down, I groaned at the taste of her.
“Rowan, please,” she whimpered.
“Tell me what you want, little angel,” I whispered against her skin.
“You, please. More.”
I chuckled at her inability to form a full sentence and slid two fingers deep inside of her. “You want me to fill up this tight little cunt, Aspen?” I slid my fingers in and back out as she adjusted around me, small noises slipping from her mouth. I gently kissed her clit and then pulled it into my mouth, sucking hard, and adding a third finger inside of her.
That seemed to do it, because within moments she was clenching around my fingers and her hands found their way into my hair as she rode my face until her orgasm hit and she was soaking my mouth and fingers. I groaned again as I slowly licked up every bit of it that I could before she pulled my mouth and hand away.
“Rowan, no more,” she whispered, her eyes heavy with satisfaction.
I smirked. “I don’t recall saying I was done with you just yet, angel. Did I?” I leaned over her, slowly pressing my fingers into her mouth as she gently sucked them, cleaning herself off them. “I expect one more from you tonight, Aspen. Maybe then I’ll let you see my room and sleep.”
Her eyes widened slightly. “But?—”
I quickly scooped her up, cutting her off, and brought her out into the living room in front of the big windows.
“Do you know the best part of living out here, little angel?” I asked, my lips grazing against her bare shoulder.
