Page 33 of At First Smile

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The Proper End to the Proper Date

Pen

T he pendant light above my counter showers Rowan’s face in a white glow, illuminating his wolfish expression as he hovers above me.

Despite the polished granite’s coolness against my bare back, wildfire engulfs me.

His energy reads predatorial, like a bobcat ready to strike…

and I’m his prey, but the gentle, almost reverent, strokes of his fingers along my thighs telegraphs safety.

Pressing kisses down my body, he finally settles at my naked core and hooks my legs over his shoulders. His nose nuzzles along my slick center. “I want to bathe in your scent,” he growls, inhaling deeply.

My stomach clenches. “O…kay,” I moan with the first flick of his tongue against my clit.

Reminiscent of the first bites of a five-course meal, his mouth starts its focused consumption. Each slow lick, gentle suck, and teasing flick tightens a coil in my core.

“Fuck!” I cry out as his now-aggressive sucks, and the rasp and roll of his tongue on me, cranks that tension tighter.

He looks up. “You like?”

Forehead creased, I whine, “Don’t stop!”

His carnal smile is wicked. “Gladly.”

“God.” Pressure spools tight and my body begs for release as his finger taps at my entrance. “Yes,” I whimper, my back arching.

His groans of pleasure as he devours me melds with my needy wines. A breeze drifts into the room, the cool current licking across my heated skin. Somehow, in the sexual haze fogging my brain, I remember the windows are open and I have neighbors.

“Ro—” My hands cover my mouth to stifle my cry with his insertion of a second finger inside me.

Like a feral animal, he growls as he simultaneously fucks me with his mouth and fingers. Legs trembling, the tension builds and builds…

“God!” A quake rolls across my limbs.

“You did so good, luv,” he soothes. “Ready for more?” He strokes my sensitive clit.

“More?” Blinking, a breathless laugh falls out of me. “I did good?”

“Luv, you did great. Like a book, your body opened its pages, showing me how to make you come. Your needy moans. Hissed breaths. How you grinded against my face. And how this sweet little pussy squeezes around my fingers.” He pushes two fingers back inside me. “Best fucking teacher I’ve ever had.”

Reaching beside me, I grab the condom and hold it up. “Put this on… Now.”

“You don’t want more of this, first?” He crooks his fingers inside me.

With a gasp, my head falls back against the counter. Despite the sated sensation that drips through my veins, my body throbs with need for more.

“I told you, luv, you never have to beg with me. If you want me to put on a condom and properly fuck you, I will.” His tone is teasingly dark.

“Rowan…fuck me…now.”

“Christ, Pen,” he groans and takes my mouth in a long kiss, the taste of me on his lips.

Pulling away, he steps back. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, shoving them down. With a smirk, he folds his jeans and deposits them atop the pile of clothes next to me on the kitchen island.

Those butterflies that I thought were in a sated coma in my belly begin to somersault. It’s a small action, but such a thoughtful and sweet thing.

Placing his boxer briefs and socks on the clothes pile, he stands before me completely naked. I reach for him and trace my hands down the cut planes of his body, the muscles twitch beneath my touch. My fingers skim along the soft hair that tumbles down his torso.

“Wow,” I almost gasp, running my fingertips along his impressive length.

It’s long. It’s thick. It’s veiny. Beads of precum coat his tip. Wrapping my fingers around him, I pump.

With a groaned “Pen,” he presses his forehead against mine.

“Tell me if I do something you don’t like, and I’ll stop.” Repeating his words from earlier, I gently bite his lower lip and then soothe away the sting with a soft lick. “Tell me if you like something I do, and I’ll do more of it.”

Clasping my face, he consumes me like a ravenous man. His tongue devours and plunders my mouth and I willingly give him everything in return.

“Condom, now,” I gasp between kisses.

Breath ragged, he steps back and grabs the foil packet. While he sheathes himself, I push down my dress and toss it beside me.

Positioning himself between my thighs, he taps his tip at my entrance. “Ready?”

“Yes.” I grip his shoulders.

Pushing into me, he captures my tiny groans with his soothing kisses. He goes slow, easing into me inch-by-inch, allowing my body to adjust to his size.

“You okay, luv?”

“Yes. You?”

He grins. “So fucking good.”

Lifting my legs high on his hips, he moves inside me. He rocks a cadence with slow, rhythmic, and focused thrusts. Gripping my hips, he pulls almost all the way out.

“Wh—”

He slams back into me.

“God!”

“You said you wanted to be properly fucked.

The slow pace is replaced by deep relentless thrusts. In and out. Pressure builds deep in my belly.

He slips his hand between us, stroking me and tipping me over the edge. Clenching around him, I bite back my scream.

“That’s two.” He presses his lips to my sweat-kissed temple. “Let’s go for the hat trick,” he says, hoisting me up.

“Three?” I slump against him.

“Someone’s googled hockey terms.”

“I don’t know if I can make it.”

“You’ve got this. And I’ve got you.”

Legs and arms folded around him, he moves us to the oversized armchair, and places me down. Balanced on the chair’s edge, my legs draped over the chair’s arms, he plunges back into me.

“Oh…god,” I whine with the new angle hitting me deeper and in just the right spot.

“That’s my girl.”

Arms draped around his neck, I cling to him, as he properly and unabashedly fucks me. There’s no holding back, no treating me like a porcelain doll on a flimsy pedestal. Somehow, he makes me feel both unbreakable and precious all at once.

Rowan’s pumps come harder, deeper, and faster. The grunt and filth-filled praises that spill from his mouth heightens the building ecstasy, ready to burst at any…

“Fuck!” I scream, the orgasm’s intensity temporarily causing me to forget the open windows and my neighbors.

After pressing a soft kiss to my temple, Rowan continues his pace. My limp arms just hold on as he chases his own climax.

With a final thrust, he shudders and grunts, “Pen.”

Still anchored within me, he hovers above me. My fingers swipe across his sweat damp hairline. Hot puffs of his breath caress my face. His fingertips skim my shaking legs.

After a few moments, he pulls out. Excusing himself to the downstairs bathroom, he gets rid of the condom and returns with a towel to clean me up.

Once clean, he scoops me into his arms and cradles me in the chair, the blanket from the couch wrapped around us to create a cocoon.

My head rests against his shoulder while he smooths down my sex-mussed strands.

“So, will all proper dates with you end like that?” I snuggle into him, enjoying the way my body seems to mold to his.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” His chuckle is hoarse.

“I could get used to this.”