He covered her right hand with his own, leaning down to kiss her lips. Once. Twice. Three times.
“You aren’t asking too much. You aren’t asking nearly enough. I swear,” he closed his eyes and rested their foreheads together, “that I am devoted…completely to you. You have my promise to be better.”
Their mouths fused once more. This time, the kiss was free of reserve. It was tongues and teeth, moans, and biting. She felt him hot and hard between her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist to trap them together, whimpering at the delicious friction their bodies made when they ground against one another.
She broke the kiss and breathlessly reiterated, “Just so we’re straight, I won’t let your lapses of supposed indifference faze me because I know you love me, and you’ll remind yourself that theage difference is ayouproblem. A problem I don’t share, and you’ll endeavor to get over it. Sound right?”
“Correct,” he agreed right before taking her mouth again.
“In accordance, you will make an effort to show everyone that I’m yours. Yes?”
“I will,” he growled before taking her mouth again.
“We have a few more minutes before they send out a search party,” she panted between Hugh’s tongue working hers over. He got the message and pulled her sundress over her head, his eyes widening at her bare breasts, then widening further at her sheer, pale yellow panties.
“Christ,” Hugh moaned. “Had I known what you had under your dress, my dick would have been hard before we boarded the plane.”
“I have warned you to expect it.” Her grin turned into a moan when he ran his fingers over the silk between her legs before stepping back so he could pull the panties from her body.
“Always so wet for me, baby. I wish we had more time,” his deep voice rumbled, eyes never straying from her center.
He stepped back between her legs, his jean-clad bulge pressing firmly against her heat, pulling a moan from them both. Then they were frantically kissing, and he was trying to unzip his pants. Finally, his body was free. “Yes,” Rowan whispered as her hand found his length, stroking him between their bodies.
He told her to hold on as he scooped her off the counter. Her back landed against a small space of wall that was free of counters or mirrors. He was frantic, using the wall for support and his hands to grip her ass, steadying her as he moved between her legs, sliding his hardness through her wetness.
“I hate when you’re upset with me. It makes me crazy,” he admitted between biting and licking her neck.
Rowan ran her hands over his broad back, digging her fingers deep in the grooves of flesh and muscle. “You make me crazy,babe. Please, don’t make me wait,” she begged, wanting him inside her desperately.
Their relationship was old and new. It felt unbreakable and fragile at the same time. The two of them had been through a lot of emotional upheaval together. After even a few hours of not being in sync, she badly needed the closeness.
“Oh shit, the condoms are packed. Christ, no,” he groaned.
Hugh paused mid-grind, a look of intense pain on his face. She felt the loss of movement like forced paralysis. They needed to move, to continue on their journey to euphoria, but…birth control...
“Pull out,” Rowan hissed. A breath rushed out of his lungs in relief at the solution.
He lined up with her passage before slowly breaching her depths. The fullness always drew a moan of pleasure from her throat.
“Fuck, baby…so tight,” his fingers clenched her ass tight, holding her perfectly to take his deep thrusts. “Your body’s going to strangle me until I come.”
Hugh O’Faolain may not embrace a demonstrative lifestyle, but the man had his moments. He took one of his hands from her ass to pinch her nipples as he deepened their kiss. She wanted to beg him to go harder and faster, but the steady pace, the measured in and out motion, had her body quaking and chasing release.
“I’m close, baby,” he panted against her mouth before reaching between their bodies and pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex.
“God, yes! Right there!” She had to bite her lip to stop a scream from escaping when her orgasm hit. The intensity bowed her back and had her clenching her knees around his hips.
“Want to feel you tighten around me,” he growled, “just…for…ahh,” he growled when he pulled out and pumped his seed on her stomach.
Rowan wrapped her hands around his neck to lean forward and kiss her lover tenderly. They were both breathless and satisfied.
“That was close,” he admitted. “I almost didn’t pull out in time. You felt too good.”
He looked at her with a solemn expression as he set her gently on her feet. He grabbed a couple of hand towels out of the stationary basket by the sink. Wetting them before cleaning her up first and then himself.
His shaft was beginning to soften—the process fascinated her. Everything about him fascinated her, but his sex, yeah...
“If you keep looking at it like that, we’re never going to leave this bathroom.”
