“Pants,” he uttered, his voice guttural.
Again, my hands shook as I obeyed, stepping out of my pants.
“Panties.” The word was said the second I straightened.
His gaze was a physical thing. Inescapable. Unyielding.
My body was strained, coiled with the need for release as I stood there, in my foyer, completely naked, him in front of me fully clothed while devouring me with his eyes.
There was no room for self-consciousness. For doubt about the way my body curved, dimpled. No, I couldn’t doubt an inch of myself when Rowan was staring at me like that.
“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he growled, grasping the bottom of his tee and ripping it off.
Where I had taken my clothes off slowly, tentatively, he all but tore his from his skin. It seemed it was only two slow blinks and his jeans were mingled with the rest of his clothes on the floor, and he was standing there naked.
In my foyer.
We stared at each other for one beat. That was it.
Then he was on me. His hands on the back of my neck, yanking our mouths together, our naked skin pressing against one another.
I kissed him back in a fury, both outside myself and more in my own skin than I’d ever been in my entire life.
Rowan fisted my hair, using his grip to pull my head back.
When our eyes met, his were pools of pure desire.
“Place your hands flat against the door and present that ass to me,” he demanded, voice thick and raspy.
My stomach dipped with fear and desire, but I obeyed, turning slowly and placing my palms flat against the cool wood of my front door.
Rowan’s fingers trailed down my spine, my whole body quivering.
“Legs spread, ass up to me.”
Knees quaking, I obeyed.
His palms ran along the skin of my ass, moving underneath to cup my aching, drenched pussy.
But he didn’t go inside as I expected him to. No, he moved back to my ass, spreading my cheeks and exposing me… there.
I let out a gasp as he dropped to his knees and dove in. With his mouth.
My knees struggled to keep me up as he continued worshiping me in a place I’d once considered forbidden, building up a pleasure that I hadn’t even known existed.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, when I thought that my knees would give out and my body would explode in climax, Rowan stopped.
My fingertips pressed into the door, trying to sink against the wood as he raised himself up, pushing into my back, bending me over farther and pressing his hard cock against my entrance.
His hands clutched my hips, and he didn’t pause, didn’t wait, he just plunged into me, seating himself to the hilt.
I came immediately.
My body exploded into spasms, pleasure turning my limbs to lead.
But Rowan didn’t stop, didn’t pause, didn’t slow down. He kept thrusting, fucking me into another orgasm, making every inch of my body his with the control he held over me.
My orgasms had split me apart, taken me off the face of the earth, but not so much that I didn’t notice Rowan didn’t have one of his own. He kept fucking me, stopping abruptly as I found purchase on my sanity once more.
He was out of me before I knew what was going on, whirling me around before I could process the loss of him, my heart still racing, my legs barely holding me up.
His muscles were pumped, the veins in his arms and neck defined from the force in which he was holding himself together.
“On your knees.”
I obeyed without question, my sensitive pussy pulsating at the chill in his voice, the erotic lilt of it.
The rug was soft enough against my knees, but even if it was the cold hardwood, I wouldn’t have complained.
“Taste yourself on me,” he demanded in a guttural voice.
He was holding the base of his cock, presenting it to me. It was glistening from… me.
I didn’t hesitate to take hold of him and put it in my mouth. Rowan was large, very large, so it was a tight fit, but he fit.
And he tasted of me. Of us.
My body tingled at that, at the power I had over this hulking man while I was on my knees.
I took him greedily, hungrily, running my tongue along his exquisite, hard length, reveling in the sounds of pleasure emitting from the man in front of me.
Rowan’s hands tangled in my hair, tugging at the strands then pulling me back so I looked up at him through my lashes.
“I’m about to come, baby,” he warned. “You don’t want me doing that in your mouth, you tell me now.”
I gripped him firmer, enough for him to let out a hiss of pleasure, then answered him by leaning forward and taking him back into my mouth.