“What if—”
He gave her a stern look. “You are not allowed to move. I may be dangerously close to losing control, but I still am in control. And that means I can walk away if you don’t do as I say. Wrap your arms around my neck.”
Rowan did as he ordered. The second her breasts and belly pressed to his torso, his cock throbbed with exquisite agony. Hot blood flooded its length, turning it to a rod of excruciating need. He denied its demands, finding Rowan’s gaze with his stare as he smoothed his arm around her uninjured side and back. Leaning slightly forward, he planted his free hand on the bed, supporting as much of their combined weight as possible. “Ready?”
She nodded.
He lowered her slowly, slowly, onto the bed, watching her face for any sign of pain. There wasn’t any. None at all.
Just an undeniable desire and hunger.
The moment he felt the mattress take her weight, he straightened, sliding his hand from behind her back.
She adjusted her legs, keeping her knees bent on either side of his thighs, her stare never leaving his face.
“Put your arms where they won’t hurt.”
Without a word, she slid the backs of her hands over the duvet until her arms were resting slightly from her body. Aslin’s stomach clenched at the bruise staining her flesh over her ribcage. He bent, placed his hands on the bed and brushed his lips against the injury.
“Oh God.” Rowan’s breathless whisper stroked his senses.
He kissed her flesh again, just as softly, barely making contact.
A delicate shiver rippled through her. “I’ve…I’ve never had anyone kiss me better before.”
He lifted his head and gazed down at her. “I’ve never been in love before.” The confession left Aslin before he could stop it.
Rowan’s lips parted. “Jesus Christ, Rhodes, I want you inside me. Please?”
In response, he repositioned himself between her legs, skimmed his palms down the length of her thighs to her knees and oh so gently lowered his mouth to her pussy.
She gasped at the first swipe of his tongue over her folds.
He stopped. Lifted his head. Studied her. “If you feel any p—”
“Again, Rhodes.”
“Now who’s being the bossy one?”
Chuckling, he lowered his head back to her sex and ran his tongue over her clit.
“Oh, yes.” Rowan’s sigh fueled his pleasure. He lapped at her pussy, keeping each stroke measured and tender. With every pass of his tongue on her clit, her moans grew louder. He feasted on her juices, reveling in her flavour as he lapped at her sex. Beside his head, her legs trembled. He paused, knowing she was close to release. Her ragged pants and whimpers told him so. But he didn’t want her coming yet. There was so much more he wanted to give her. He wanted to take her so much higher.
Raining a slew of soft kisses along the inside of her thighs, he replaced his mouth on her sex with his fingers. He parted her folds, rolling her clit under the pad of his thumb.
Rowan’s breath hitched and a soft gasp escaped her. Followed by a low moan as he slipped his index finger into her moist slit.
“Oh God, Aslin.”
Her legs trembled again. He continued to explore her inner thighs with his lips as he gently wriggled his finger deeper inside her, seeking out the inner sweet spot of her sex.
She whimpered, her pussy sucking at his finger with constricting pressure.
Aslin’s head swam again. His cock ached, engorged with need. He refused to acknowledge its torment. Rowan’s pleasure was his only purpose.
Withdrawing his finger from her sheath, he stroked her clit again. Little circles of increasing pressure and speed. She called his name, a husky plea he wanted to surrender to.
Instead, he dipped into her pussy, two fingers this time, scissoring them within her feminine walls as he moved his lips to her belly. He painted the flesh around her navel in a string of soft kisses, journeyed the subtle line up her abdomen with his tongue. She moaned, her eyes closed, her breath rapid and shallow.
When he reached her breasts, when he claimed one distended nipple with his mouth, her pussy squeezed his fingers.
“I’m…I’m going to come soon.”
Her panted words flayed Aslin’s control. Fed his desire.
He suckled on her nipple with growing need. If he didn’t stop soon, he would be unable to.
Forcing himself to release her nipple, he worked his way back down her body with feathery kisses on her skin, tender swipes of his tongue, his fingers stroking her inside the whole time.
Making love to her in the most gentle way he could. Giving her the pleasure she so desperately sought.
Returning his mouth to her spread folds, he stroked his tongue over her clit, bathed her clean of her cream before sucking on the tiny knot of sensitive nerve-endings again.