“Nora, are you gonna come for me?” he asked again, low and thick.
I nodded rapidly, barely able to move, desperate for release.
“Tell me you’re gonna be my good girl.”
My body spasmed against his finger, seconds away from exploding but needing his mouth.
“I’m gonna be your good girl,” I rasped.
He smiled wickedly before his lips found my pussy again.
My first orgasm washed over me, hot and quick and overwhelming. My body was plagued with aftershocks, and I barely noted that he was standing, reaching into a pocket or a wallet until I heard the telltale crinkle of a foil packet.
At least one of us was thinking. Condoms were not even on my radar right then. Not even a little. I wouldn’t have asked him to put one on. Furthermore, I wanted him inside me without one.
Except I wasn’t on the pill. Didn’t want to disrupt my hormones like that.
I was clean, and I was pretty sure that Rowan was too, but that wasn’t enough to risk my health and a possible pregnancy.
So, I was distantly glad that Rowan did the thinking for the both of us.
He got the condom on and lifted me upward from where I was lying. Our faces were inches apart, his eyes burning into mine. “Want to look at you when I fuck you for the first time,” he murmured, lips brushing mine.
And then he was inside me.
I cried out in pleasure, my body still sensitive from his lips, still recovering from my first orgasm.
Rowan didn’t ease in. Didn’t take me gently. He held on to me, thrusting hard and slow.
My body met each of his thrusts, hungry, ravenous for more.
“You’re gonna feel me inside you all day, cupcake.”
My pussy clenched around him in response to his words.
“So fucking hot,” he continued. “Such a sweet. Fucking. Pussy.” He enunciated his words with harder thrusts, each one bringing me closer to the edge, with me toppling off at the word ‘pussy’.
He kissed me then, likely tasting the blood from how hard I’d sunk my teeth into the skin of my lip.
My body opened up to him, moved in tandem with his as he continued fucking me with the perfect force, with the perfect rhythm.
“You’re mine,” Rowan grunted, the veins of his neck bulging.
My body soared as another orgasm rocked me. This one more intense than the last. More intense than anything I’d ever experienced in my life.
Suddenly, Rowan stopped. Completely. Gripped my hip with one hand and the back of my neck with the other. “Say it,” he gritted out.
His body was stiff, his stare cold, almost feral. Rowan was holding himself still with great effort. “Say you’re mine, Nora.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped.
His eyes blazed with satisfaction as I tightened my legs around him. “Now say you’re mine,” I demanded.
He grinned. “Oh, I’m fuckin’ yours, Nora.” Then he began moving again. And he took us both over the fucking edge.
Again, there could’ve been awkwardness in the aftermath of getting fucked on the counter. Especially with two people who weren’t familiar enough to know each other’s after-sex routine.
But just like everything with Rowan so far, all rules and expectations were broken.
He stayed inside of me after we were done, breathing heavily, holding me to him tightly. I was clinging to him for dear life, my limbs lead, my heartbeat thundering and my mind in pieces. I’d never had an experience that sexual, that explosive.
Rowan pressed his forehead against mine, eyes locking on me, unwavering. Though he was literally still inside me, the act itself, of that unbroken eye contact, felt far too intimate, too meaningful. But also, far too right at the same time.
“You we’re fuckin’ made for me,” he murmured. “Never came that hard in my fuckin’ life. And I already get hard whenever I smell cinnamon. I’m done for now.”
Though he was speaking very seriously, his voice a low rumble, I couldn’t help but let out a little giggle.
“Cinnamon?” I repeated.
A lazy grin spread across his face as he dropped a kiss on my lips. “Let me tell you, baby, any time I smell baked goods, I think of you. Naked.” He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer, proving he was still hard inside me.
I let out a little gasp of pleasure.
“Yeah,” Rowan hissed in satisfaction. “So now, any time I smell cinnamon or chocolate, I’m gonna think of this right here, and I’m gonna be fucking done for.”
Warmth spread through my belly as he gazed at me intently, not speaking for a handful of seconds.
“Yeah, fucking done for,” he murmured, kissing me hard before he gently pulled out of me.
“Stay right there,” he ordered. “Gonna take care of the condom and be back.”
“I couldn’t move if I wanted to,” I told him honestly.
He gave me another lazy grin, staring at me like he was imprinting a photo to memory before walking in the direction of the bathroom.