Page 12 of One Lustful Summer (Texas Summer #14)

Maggie

Rowan lowers his head between my thighs and licks a path through my lips. My back arches and I cry out in surprise. His chuckle vibrates against me as he continues to lap at the sensitive flesh between my thighs.

When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I nearly come off the bed. “Rowan,”

I gasp as my hands fist his hair. He growls against me and then spears my opening with his tongue. I whimper as the pleasure building inside me h me ready to explode.

I’m not innocent when it comes to sex, but I’ve never felt anything like this. My entire body is one knot of anticipation, waiting to unravel. Please,”

I beg.

“I need … I need …”

I don’t know what I need, but I need it from him.

He lifts his head and stares at me, his lips glistening with my juices.

“What do you need?”

He demands.

My cheeks heat at his demand, but I can’t deny him.

“Please, please, make me come,”

I whisper.

“Your wish is my command,”

he answers as he returns to licking and sucking my pussy. It doesn’t take long before I’m teetering on the edge. Rowan slips a finger inside me. It feels so good, but I need more. I needed him. My breath is harsh in the quiet of the room as I rock in time with his rhythm. He adds a second finger, and I gasp as he stretches me open.

“I need to get you ready. So all you feel is pleasure, no pain,”

he tells me as he adds a third finger and my body stretches to accommodate him. He moves them in and out of me slowly as I adjust, and then picks up the pace until my orgasm hits me like a freight train. It slams into me so hard that I can’t breathe. My entire body goes rigid, and I cry out as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

Rowan shoves upward, pinning my body down. He surrounds me as he settles himself between my thighs.

“You good?”

He asks as he stares down at me.

“Yeah,” I answer.

I watch as he reaches over into the nightstand next to his bed and pulls out a condom. He tears the package open with his teeth and rolls the latex over his dick. He grabs himself and positions his tip at my entrance, and then slowly pushes inside.

It burns as he stretches me open, but there is pleasure mixed in with the pain. With just an inch left to go, he slams his lips down on mine and thrusts forward, filling me completely. His tongue mimics the movement of his cock, and I wrap my arms around him and hold on.

It doesn’t take long before I’m moaning into his mouth and rocking my hips in time with his movements. The pleasure is building back up at a rapid pace. This is so much better than I have ever experienced.

I moan and whimper as the pleasure increases, stronger than the last time. I’m right there, waiting for the rubber band to snap. As though he can read my mind, he lifts a hand from my hips and buries it between my thighs. He rubs my clit with his fingers, then pinches down on it. The sharp bite of pain pushes me over the edge, and I scream at his name as I come.

“Fuck,”

he growls as my pussy clenches around him.

“You feel so fucking good, Maggie.”

He slams into me a few more times and roars as he finds his own release.

He leans down and kisses my shoulder lightly, and then pulls out of me to remove the condom. He ties it off and tosses into a garbage can beside the bed. Then he flops down on the bed beside me and drags me over until I am laying half on top of him.

His hand rakes through my hair, making the aftershocks of my climax last longer. As goose bumps raise on my neck from the feel of his fingers lightly scratching my scalp, my body is completely relaxed, melting into his side. I don’t want to move. I want to stay here with him. But, I don’t want to overstay my welcome.

“I think you broke me,”

I mutter against his chest.

“Same here, Maggie. Same here,”

he says with a chuckle.

I lean up on my elbow so I can see him and smile. He curls his lips into a satisfied smirk as he looks down at me. “Stay,”

he commands. It’s not a question and I’m fine with that. If he wants me here, then here is where I will be. I nod and he leans down to seal his command with a kiss.

He pushes up, and without a word, he gets out of bed. I watch the muscles of his firm ass flex as he walks into the bathroom. When he comes back, he is holding a wet cloth.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

He steps up beside me and presses on my thigh. I quietly watch him as I open my thighs and he gently swipes the cloth over my core, cleaning up the traces of the mess I made.

When he’s done, he tosses the cloth into a laundry hamper and joins me in bed. He pulls me close, manhandling me until I am laying over him the way he wants. He pulls the covers over us and holds me tight.

“Sleep, Maggie. I got you,”

he tells me as he runs his fingers through my hair. My eyes close following his command, his rhythmic breathing lulling me into slumber.