Page 39 of Beneath the Midnight Sky
His lips. His grip. The lack of oxygen.
Black dots clouded my vision as I felt my orgasm crash over me. Electric sparks ran down my entire body as he lifted himself to watch my face. My eyes stayed locked on him, just as he asked. He released his grip long enough for small bits of oxygen to hit me and his cock stayed buried to the hilt.
“That’s right, little angel. My angel. My girl. Milk my fucking cock. That’s my good girl,” he groaned, and I felt his cock pulse as he finally came. His gaze slipped from my face to my cunt as it pulsed around him. “So fucking perfect,” he whispered and came up to kiss me again. His hand left my throat to gently stroke my cheek and jaw. “So fucking perfect for me,” he whispered over and over as he kissed down the other side of my jaw and down the column of my throat.
He slowly pulled out of me, and I thought he was going to untie the ropes, but instead, he reached over and pulled out his phone as he crouched between my thighs again. He grabbed whatever the small thing was that he’d brought from the closet. It was small and black, slightly egg-shaped, with a string hanging from one end.
“What is that?” I asked, my voice slightly hoarse.
“I want one more, little angel,” he replied. I tried to close my legs, shaking my head, but he held them open. “One more for me, perfect girl. I want to watch you come again and see myself spill out of your perfect little cunt.”
“Rowan…I can’t,” I whispered.
He came up, planted a quick kiss on my lips, and smirked. “You can, and you will.”
He went back down between my legs and slowly pushed the egg-shaped device into my sore cunt, and I let out a groan mixed with a gasp.
“Rowan, please,” I whimpered.
“Please what, little angel?” he asked, but before I could respond, I noticed that he had a small remote in his hand and he clicked a button on it. Immediately my cunt started vibrating and I squeezed my eyes shut.Fuckkkk me, it was a vibrator.I heard a ding and looked down to find his camera out, him filming my pussy as it vibrated.
“Are you—are you filming this?” I asked, my tone slightly shocked and slightly turned on.
“Yes, yes I am. Don’t worry, it’s just for me since you seem so intent on not staying here,” he said, as he clicked a button again, and the vibrating picked up. “I need something to watch while you’re gone, little angel. You’re all I want to see.”
I wanted to roll my eyes, but I could feel another orgasm building, and I threw my head back on the pillow beneath me, moaning.
“That’s right, just let go, angel. I’ve got you,” he ushered me on.
I shook my head, my eyes squeezed closed. “I can’t…I can’t, Rowan. Please,” I pleaded. Instead of turning it off, I felt his thumb rub against my sensitive clit again, and I felt my soul leave my body as another orgasm hit me, leaving my entire being in aftershocks of pleasure and pain.
My eyes were closed, and my breathing was labored as I felt him turn off the vibrator and slowly pull it out. Cursing beneath his breath. I felt him slowly kiss up my body, and then my wrists were free as he gently kissed around each one. I felt like I washaving an out-of-body experience, just feeling and listening to everything around me, but not really seeing it.
He kissed along my collarbone, and I felt his nose run along my throat. “You did so well, little angel. I’ll be right back,” he whispered softly against my skin.
I felt myself nod my head slightly, and my eyes opened just enough to watch him walk toward his master bathroom. I wasn’t sure how much time passed when he came back, a wet washcloth in his hand. He slowly ran it over my inner thighs and cleaned me up. I expected him to get into bed next to me and that be it, but instead he scooped me up bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my head against his shoulder.
“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice quiet and distant.
“A bath for my angel, that’s where,” he replied and kissed my forehead. “Ready?” he asked, and I just nodded my head, unsure of exactly what his plan was.
I glanced down as he slowly stepped into the almost full jacuzzi tub. He sat down on the far side, his back against the edge, and kept me in his arms, my butt in his lap now and his arms still wrapped tightly around me. I lifted my head and looked around. He’d put bubbles in the tub, and from the smell, some sort of floral oils as well.
“What are we doing?” I asked him.
He chuckled. “I thought it was pretty obvious. We’re taking a bath together.”
I shifted slightly, but his arms tightened around me so I couldn’t leave his lap. I looked up at him, and he was smiling down at me—like he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else but right here, doing this.
“I mean…I guess. I just don’t…” I muttered, my mind trailing off as I tried to remember anyone ever doing anything like this for me. It seemed so simple, running a bath for someone. Noteven the extra things, like the bubbles and oils, just the bath itself. Someone taking care of me, truly, taking care of me.
“Little angel? Come back here with me, Aspen,” he whispered, his hand slowly rubbing circles on my back.
I shook my head and looked back at him. “I’m sorry, I’m being stupid. Thank you for…all of it.”
“You’re not being stupid. I also read it’s normal to be emotional after sex like that. Letting go and trusting your partner to take care of you is a big deal, especially when you’ve had a hard time trusting people in the past.” He leaned down and kissed my shoulder a few times, and then pushed my hair out of the way, grabbed my chin, and pulled my face to look at him. “You did amazing, angel. So fucking well for me. I just want to take care of you, and right now that involves getting you clean, making sure you’re okay mentally and physically, and us cuddling in bed for the night.”
He wiped the few tears that had managed to escape my eyes during his speech and gently kissed me. Kissing Rowan always had my inner demons immediately calmer and less intense. In such a short time, he’d become my safe place, and that scared me almost as much as it made me grateful and happy.
