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M ILES

I tilt my head and drop my hands to my sides, but stay on the other side of the living room. “Say that again.”

“I want you to stay,” she says louder.

Fuck. My dick was already hard, but hearing those words from Rowan...

“For ten minutes? Another round of Would You Rather?” I need her to be clear to me and to herself.

I don’t even feel guilty about making this hard on her. Hopefully, she’ll look back at this and be grateful I didn’t let her act carelessly without thinking things through. It’s a big deal for her and I don’t want her to have doubts.

“I want you to stay the night. With me.”

The corners of my mouth lift and my heart fucking thumps so loud I can hear the beats in my ears. I cross the space in two long strides and lift her in my arms. I take another step and press her into the wall.

I reach under her ass and she curls her legs around my waist as I deepen the kiss. She fucking takes my breath away. I can’t breathe anything but her air. Taste anything but her lips. Her tongue. I’m aggressive yet gentle. Rushed, yet considerate.

I glide my tongue along the seam of her mouth and when she opens for me, I let out a guttural moan. Our tongues, our moans, and our hands tangle with each other. Rowan’s fingers clutch at my shoulders as I massage her scalp with my fingers and gently tug on her hair.

My cock is hard and I press it against her stomach for some sort of relief. “Christ, Rowan. You taste so good.”

Her body molds into mine and I lift her hips so her pussy rubs against my stomach. When she doesn’t resist, I carry her into her bedroom. The bed is only a double, which I don’t mind at all. It means she’ll need to sleep under, on top of, or curled into me. I set Rowan on the edge and drop to my knees. “Can I touch you?”

My hands move up her thighs and my fingers hover over the zipper of her jeans. She nods. I groan.

“I’m gonna need words, Row.”

“Yes.” She lowers her hands to the button on her jeans and I lightly tap them away.

“Lay back.”

She does as I ask and lifts herself on her elbows, watching as I strip her jeans and shoes.

“Damn, Row.” I lower my face to her center and rub my nose along the seam of her pussy. Her arousal is strong and her white panties have a wet mark where I want my tongue to be.

I dart my tongue out and lick her over her panties. When I feel the bed move, I glance up and see she’s fallen to her back, her eyes closed. “I need to taste you, Rowan.”

Her head moves up and down, but I want more.

“Words, beautiful.”

“Yes.”

I slip my fingers under the elastic of her panties and glide them down her legs. When she's completely bare, I trace my tongue along her inner thigh. Fuck, her pussy is pink and wet. So ready for me.

I can only tease her for so long before my cock explodes in my pants. Her legs fall open, an invitation to take my fill, and I breathe in her scent. Potent. Vanilla and feminine.

I part her with my fingers and lick her clit. My face is already coated in her arousal.

“Christ, Rowan. You’re gorgeous.” I lick her clit and slide a finger in her pussy. She squeezes me like a fucking vice. “So fucking tight.”

I grip her hip with my free hand and hold her still while I fuck her pussy with my finger and my tongue. When I add a second finger, her thighs flex and she reaches for my head.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my face with your pussy.”

She doesn’t push me away or into her, but holds on to my hair for support. I scissor my fingers in her cunt, then hook my finger and scrape it along her tight wall. I bite gently on her clit and use my thumb to rub under the hood of her pussy.

Her walls clamp tighter around my fingers, and when her hips start to lift off the bed, I rest my forearm across her lower stomach, keeping her grounded.

“Miles.”

“Yeah, baby,” I murmur into her pussy. “Come for me, Rowan. Come on my face, baby.” I speed up the rhythm of my fingers and tongue. Her legs clamp around my head, her heels dig under my shoulder blades.

I hope to fuck she’s leaving two round bruises back there. I’ll wear them with fucking pride.

“Oh, God. Oh—Miles!”

Hell, my scalp hurts as she tugs at my hair and cries out through her release. When her hands and legs fall to the side, I slow my movements, giving her pussy a final kiss. She jerks in surprise and I chuckle at her aftershocks.

I rise to standing and stare down at Rowan. Naked from the waist down, she looks relaxed, but I can do better.

Reaching for both hands, I pull her to a sitting position. Her eyes open and I lift her arms. “This needs to go.”

I don’t mind the Revs sweatshirt. At least she’s not wearing Bankes’s or Potato’s number. Or fucking worse, Dec’s. Love the guy, but my woman won’t ever wear anyone’s number but mine. I’m okay with the sweatshirt, but I’d much prefer my name across her back and my number on her tits.

Fine. On her front and back. But, yeah. Her tits. I’ve been dying to see them for years. Literal years. Because I’m a guy and she’s fucking hot. But for the past year? Obsessed. I’ve needed to see them, and the few times we’ve been at Potato’s pool, I tried to be a gentleman and not stare.

But the world knows I’m not a gentleman.

She doesn’t resist as I pull the sweatshirt over her head and flick it to the side of her room. Her panties were white and nondescript, as is her bra. Either she’s not into sexy lingerie or she had no plans of getting naked with anyone tonight.

Fuck that. Not anyone. Me. With me.

Her skin is flushed with a gorgeous red, rosy hue, and her lips are slightly swollen from our kisses. I can do better though. I want them raw. I want purple markings around her nipples from my mouth.

“This needs to go.” I unclasp her bra and chuck it to the side as well.

Rowan crosses her arms over her breasts and I give her a minute to be shy while I reach behind my head and pull off my shirt, dropping it to the floor. While I’d like her to work for it, to use her words and tell me she wants me naked, I won’t push too hard this time.

“You look good naked, Rowan. No need to cover up.”

She drops her chin to her chest but doesn’t drop her arm. “I’m not like the women I see you with.”

Fuck. She’s still stuck on that. I glance down at her thighs. They’re strong and muscular, and squeezed the shit out of my face when she came. Her curves are my undoing. Hips, ass, tits. She has a woman’s body, and I’m all for it.

“Guess you really are beauty and no brains. What do I need to do to make you see how gorgeous you are?”

Those big, brown eyes lift to mine, and I’m gone. Totally gone for her.

“So fucking beautiful.” I cup her cheek and crouch down to kiss her.

I move her arms away from her chest and hold one breast in my hand, squeezing, massaging. My thumb rubs over her nipple and she gasps. I suck her tongue in my mouth, then drop to my knees and take her nipple in my mouth.

Fuck, her nipples are big. Perfect. Pink. Hard. So fucking good. I tug at the other while I suck on this one, needing more of her.

Rowan finally lifts her hands to my shoulders and braces herself while I switch back and forth between breasts.

“I need you, Rowan,” I say around a mouthful of nip.

Her hands trail down my torso, and I nearly come in my pants from her touch. She reaches the button on my jeans and I release her nipple with a pop .

“You sure?” I look up into her eyes, reading her hesitation. Nerves, I can handle. If she isn’t sure she wants to be with me, or still delusional that she’s not perfect for me, I can fuck her into a believer. Or if she really needs time to process, I can walk away. It’ll fucking kill me, and I’ll have to go to the bathroom to beat one down, but I’d do it for her.

She nods and I shake my head. “Words.”

She licks her lips. “I’m sure,” she whispers.

I narrow my eyes as I study her and lower the zipper of my jeans. Her gaze stays locked on my cock, and I’m not mad about being objectified. She can stare, touch my body. Lick. Bite. Suck. Whatever the hell she wants to do with me, I’m game.

I kick my jeans away and stand in front of her in nothing but my boxer briefs, my cock standing tall and proud.

“Move back.” I rest my hands on her hips and slide her up the bed. “Tell me to stop, and I stop.” I lower my body over hers, hovering and not touching. “Tell me to slow down, and I slow down.” I whisper a kiss across her lips. “Tell me you want more, and I’ll give you the fucking world.”

I sink my tongue into her mouth, and the feel of her hands on my skin makes me go feral, but I hold back, waiting to follow her lead. Well, not exactly. I doubt Rowan’s going to take the lead in bed, but wouldn’t that be a fantasy?

She lifts her hips and rubs her pussy against my boxers. Yeah, I’m gonna take that as a sign she’s ready. I grind my cock into her and she lets out the sexiest fucking gasp.

“Words, Rowan. Tell me what you want.”

I brace myself over her, holding myself up on my elbows. The only part of our bodies touching are her pussy and my cock, but not the way I want.

“I...I want you, Miles.”

“You sure?”

She bites her bottom lip and wraps her legs around me, squeezing me with her thighs and digging her heels into my ass.

“Yes.”

“Fuck.” I give her one hard kiss then roll off the bed and pick up my jeans, searching for a condom. I had high hopes of seeing Rowan tonight, but I wasn’t thinking she’d be ready for this.

It’s my lucky night.

I shove off my boxers and Rowan bolts upright in her small bed.

“Oh my god, Miles.”

“What is it, baby?”

“That’s not going to...you’re so...big.”

“Babe.” I toss the condom on her pillow and crawl across the bed—which doesn’t take long since it’s so small it can fit in Pickles’s doll house—and brace myself over her. “You keep staring at my cock like that and you’re going to make it get bigger.”

“How?”

Hell, she’s cute. And I’m hard. The tip of my cock brushes her leg, causing her to jump. Fuck. If she’s this nervous, she’s right. I won’t fit.

“I was just down there.” I point my chin toward her pussy. “And you were perfectly pliable and wet for me, but if you need extra assurance, I’m game.”

“What do you mean?” Her hand reaches up and caresses my chest.

“Sounds like you need another orgasm.”

“I already...I already had one. I can’t have another.”

“Come again?” I cock my head and laugh at my unintentional joke. “Literally and figuratively. Or I guess both are literal. Repeat that ridiculous statement again, Doc. I dare you. You’ll only show your lack of intelligence once again.” I nip at her bottom lip so she knows I’m kidding.

Rowan is anything but dumb. I’m the idiot in the room, on so many levels.

“I’ve never, um...” She draws a circle around my pec and my cock twitches. “I’ve only, um...”

Stand down, boy. We’re scaring the poor woman. “You’ve never come twice?”

She shakes her head and bites her bottom lip. I lower my mouth to hers, pushing her teeth away with my tongue and take over the job, lightly biting her lower lip between my teeth.

“Challenge accepted.”

“Miles, I—”

I quiet her with my mouth and rub my cock against her pussy. Her legs lock around my hips again and she lifts them in invitation. Two seconds ago, she was afraid I wouldn’t fit, and now she’s begging for me to be inside her.

The woman has never had multiple orgasms and I’m about to blow that record out of the fucking water. Pun intended this time. Granted, we’re not in water, but that will be my next goal. Get her off in my hot tub. My bathtub. In my shower. Or hers.

Her apartment is small and the shower stall isn’t much bigger than an airplane bathroom, but I’m up for the challenge. Just means she’s gotta get extra close to me. No complaints here.

In one quick move, I flip us so she’s straddling my middle. I look up into her eyes and brush her hair out of her face. Her tits hang low, ripe for the picking, but I keep my attention on her face.

“You’re mesmerizing, Rowan. So fucking sweet and sexy. You have no idea how badly I want you.”

“I think I do.” The corner of her mouth quirks and the pink glow on her cheeks turns a deeper shade of crimson.

“Sit on my face, baby.”

“What?” Her eyes grow big and round. “I can’t. I’d crush you.”

“What a way to go.” I shimmy down the mattress and my feet hang off the end. She doesn’t have a head or footboard, but she can brace herself on the wall. “Come here, Doc.”

I slide her up my chest and groan as the slickness between her legs leaves a trail on my torso, marking me with her cum. My fingers dig into her thighs and I lift her so she’s sitting on my face.

“Miles.” Her hand bangs against the wall, but all I can concentrate on is her wet pussy, already soaking me.

It won’t take long to get her off again. Good. My cock needs to feel the tight walls of her pussy. I pull her down and impale my tongue in her cunt. Her gasps have me licking harder, faster.

My fingers dig into her thighs and I’m about to prompt her to ride my face when she starts moving on her own.

“Yeah, baby.” My words are muffled between the heat and wetness between her thighs. I flatten my tongue and strum it against her clit.

“Oh, God. Miles. Don’t stop. Oh, God.” Thunk.

Either her head or her hand hits the wall and she bounces faster. I pull her clit between my lips, then stroke her again as she calls out my name and thunks the wall, again.

“Miles,” she begs.

She soaks my face and I continue to lap her cum, sucking her clit between my teeth. I don’t let up, even as her orgasm tapers out. Blindly, I reach to my side and find the condom. While Rowan comes down from her high, I fumble with the wrapper and sheath myself. Her body is limp, and I easily roll her over.

“Hold on to me, Row.” I tease the tip of my cock along the seam of her pussy and watch as she opens her eyes, staring up at me with desire. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

She nods and takes a deep breath. Inch by slow inch, I push myself into her. I’m only halfway buried in her tight walls and I’m afraid I’m going to blow my load.

I force myself to think about something else. Bench press. Bicep curls. Chest flies.

Rowan’s round tits.

Perky nipples.

Shit. Not working.

Lunges.

Deadlifts.

Rowan’s round ass.

“Miles.” Rowan’s eyes are closed, her mouth open with lust.

I kiss her slowly. Softly. Sipping at her lips as I inch my cock in a little more.

“You okay?” When she nods, I push in a little more. At her gasp, I pull out. Her eyes open and her heels dig into my ass. I slide back in again, watching her face relax.

A new kind of glow shines on her skin and I push myself all the way inside her.

“Fuck.” I rest my forehead against hers and take a moment to catch my breath. “You take my cock so well, Rowan. I’m going to fuck you now. You okay?”

“Please.” She hooks her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. I love when she initiates intimacy.

There’s no fucking way I can hold back now. I pump my hips slowly at first, but when her body melts into mine and her face flushes with pleasure, I pick up the pace, pounding my cock into her pussy.

“Oh, God. Yes, Miles. Oh.” She tips her head back and I bury my face into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent and marking her with my lips.

She’ll have a hickey there to match the light bruising of love bites I left around her tits. I want her body covered with my markings, with my cum. And I want my body decorated with the bites of her mouth, the shape of her fingernails, the bruising from her heels.

Hell, how have I lived so long without Rowan in my bed? With my cock buried in her pussy? Her groans, her calling out to me, to God, has me pumping my hips faster, harder. The bed rocks with our lovemaking.

The walls of her pussy squeeze my cock and she tips her head back as her body shudders with another orgasm. My balls tighten and my cock lengthens as I release my cum inside her. Well, inside the damn condom. I want to feel every detail of her pussy, but for now, this is good. This is perfect. This is everything.

I flex my quads as I pump the final drops of my release, the bed squeaking and rocking across the hardwood floor. I shout her name through my orgasm, and when she’s milked me dry, I collapse on top of her.

“Fuck, Rowan.” I bury my face in her hair and wait for my lungs to fill with air. “I have no words.”

“Coming from you,” she says through pants, “that says a lot.”

My body shakes with laughter and I kiss her cheek before pushing myself off her and out of bed. I take care of the condom, then crawl under the covers with her, pulling her body over my chest.

“Did I hurt you?”

“A little.”

I stiffen and she kisses my chest and pats my stomach. “I lost consciousness with each orgasm, but you brought me back to life at the end.”

“I’m always good for a little mouth to mouth.” I kiss the top of her head and lift her leg so it’s draped over my hip. “Go to sleep, Doc. I’ll be here if you need me to bring you back to life again.”