"Enjoy the view, Nava." He nipped my shoulder. "I am." His hands flattened on the railing on either side of me, trapping me as much as the gentle rhythm of his hips.
My breasts were heavy. Cuntessa clamored for attention, but I didn't remove my hands from the rails. The deliciousness building inside me was enough of a reason to hold off.
The energy crackling off my skin wasn't my magic but an invisible force licking and dancing between us. I offered no resistance, happy to let it spark higher. To consume me.
Of course, when Rohan reached around to stroke my clit, I didn't exactly complain. "Five floors isn't that high up," he said. "Someone must see what we're doing here." He jerked his hips, my own hitting the panel wall with a rhythmic thumping. The movement a dead giveaway to anyone watching us. "See me fucking you."
My eyes snapped open and I twisted around so I could see that too, see the truth of us reflected in his expression. It was fierce and gorgeous.
He lifted his hand from my clit and sucked his finger into his mouth. "See me tasting you," he said. I whimpered at the blatant carnality. He chuckled. "I love how easy it is to get you aroused." He teased Cuntessa once more.
Tonight was the end of us and I'd hold nothing back. I slammed my hips back against him. "Then let them see you really fucking me."
Rohan pulled out of me. "Inside," he growled.
I spun to face him. He took my hand, laying it against his cheek. "Inside," he repeated in a softer voice.
His washboard abs clenched as he bent over to retrieve the clothing we'd shed so far, obscuring the thin line of dark hair running down to his pelvis. I looked my fill before leaving the balcony.
Once inside, I finished stripping while Rohan ran the shower for us. He nudged me toward the roomy stall, his still-hard cock pointing the way.
Did he sense this was our last time together?
I stepped under the hot spray to combat the twist of my stomach. Already tightly coiled, the heat of the shower and the massaging circles of his hands as he lathered me up wound me into a near delirium. What I'd forgotten about shower sex though, was that it kind of sucked. I kept being jostled into the cold air. Twice Rohan whacked his skull on the shower head. Half the time, the water sluiced down on us like drowned rats.
This was not doing it for me so I dropped to my knees, the river rock on the shower floor pebbling my skin. What I was about to do would turn me on as much as it did him. Except, I hesitated, seeing Poppy in this exact same position.
Rohan tilted my chin up to face him, understanding written clear on his features. "Nava –" I shook my head, banishing her from this moment. Sincerity and sorrow shone out of his eyes.
I liked going down on him and I wasn't about to let anything, or anyone, wreck that. Not on our final night together. I ripped off the condom, tossing it out onto the floor, then took Rohan's thick length into my mouth, sucking gently on the head of his cock, licking off the salty pre-cum.
He sighed, bracing one hand against the sandstone shower tiles.
I swirled my tongue over the tip before intensifying the pressure, taking in more of him.
Rohan hissed, his fingers threading into my hair. His dilated pupils burned with an unholy intensity. "Touch yourself," he ordered.
Happily. I slid my fingers over my clit with aching slowness. Rohan watched me with darkening eyes.
I sucked his balls into my mouth. He gripped my hair tighter, his hips starting to rock. He white-knuckled the safety bar mounted to the wall, his harsh groans almost swallowed by the sound of the spray. His cock jerked, hardened further.
I licked my way up the length of his dick.
Rohan gave a desperate wanton moan that made my blood run hot.
"Bed." It was my turn to give orders.
The shower was abandoned in haste.
He stretched himself out dead center on the mattress. Grinning, naked, and stroking himself. Absolute sin on pure white sheets. I forgot how to breathe. "How do you want it?" he asked. "We can do anything we've ever done before." A mischievous glint lit his eyes. "Or try something new."
Déja vu hit hard at the sight of Rohan once again offering himself to me. The first time, in my hotel room, I'd hesitated, suspicious of his motives. Now I failed to answer for an entirely different reason. My imagination was up to the challenge. My emotions weren't. "I want to quit thinking."
He tilted his head, studying me for a moment with a cat-like curiosity. "Then lay on your back." The darkness in his voice made me shudder.