He froze, his fingers still wrapped around both peaks. “We can skip protection? You trust me?”
“You’ve told me more than once you’ve haven’t been with anyone for months. And your medical record had the dates of your latest testing... which I am never going into again.”
“I understand. Besides, I’m an open book for you. I’ve never... gone without. You’d be my first and only.”
Strange how they were having this intense conversation here. There was a pang in her chest to realize he’d never trusted anyone enough to reach this level of intimacy. She planted a kiss right over his heart. “Then put me out of my misery and get on with it.”
“If you’re still speaking sentences, you aren’t wet enough.” He turned off the water and gripped her back, tilting her chest upward. “This, I’ve thought about—constantly.”
She shrieked because he brought his lips down to the left nipple and then the right. While he suckled her to near mindlessness, he situated her seam on the wet fabric of his sweatpants. On the surface, this mundane action was anything but—he could tease her clit easily by bouncing her up and down.
“You win,” she cried.
“That was a sentence.” He placed a hand between her legs to rub her overly sensitive clit. It had the desired effect of making her scream as a powerful wave of pleasure rolled over her.
She was blinking away the aftereffects, only to catch Bowen grinning from a new position, his face even with her thighs. “Hard to believe someone so small can be so loud. I’ve gotta try that again.”
Before she could catch her breath, he looped her near boneless legs over his shoulders and started licking the hooded center of her womanhood. Like he’d promised about stretching her, two fingers were busy inside her channel, matching the rhythm of his very talented tongue.
Robbed of speech, she let him drive for a while. As he pushed her right to the edge of another orgasm, she twisted his hair, yanking it hard.
Even his hair was superhuman strong, he didn’t even glance up.
“Cock. Naked. Now.” Rory didn’t want to come again alone. It had to be with him.
His fully dilated pupils flashed in the light, and he nodded, standing to kick off his remaining clothes.
Rory was speechless. Bowen had been gifted with a monster dick. Fully erect, its flared head was engorged, the shaft outlined with purple veins. “Impressive.”
“If you’re not up to the challenge, I can go right back to where I was. Eating you is the best meal I’ve had in months.”
“Oh, yeah?” She got on her knees in front of him, taking his length in her mouth. It was a lot to get even half in her mouth, but she swallowed the salty precum anyway, enjoying his turn to hiss.
“If you insist. I surrender, beautiful, gorgeous Rory.” He hefted her up by the waist, bracing her on the wall. “Stop me if it’s too much.”
“Now.” She splayed her legs, welcoming the slow slide of his thickness into her slick heat.
He hadn’t been wrong about the importance of getting her wet beforehand, because her body resisted the invasion. It wasn’t pain, it was a deep primal stretch of being claimed, passion and ecstasy twisted together. Her nails dug into his biceps, her body bowing with each inch.
“I’m on fire. I’m dying. Tell me if I have to stop. Dunno how long I can control…”
“More,” she demanded, tiny spasms shaking her around his shaft. “It’s good.”
“It’s better,” he agreed, fully gloved in her. “Rory, this. It’s hot. Please, tell me to move. Or don’t tell me, so I don’t break you.”
“More. Faster. Harder.” Rory raised her hips, rocking up and down on him.
“Damn it. Fucking hell.” He responded with a slow glide back and forth, each thrust deeper and smother than the last.
They found their rhythm together, speeding up, more purrs and moans erupting between the two of them. She tried to place his hands back on her chest, unable to get past the precipice.
“You need more, babe?” His voice was tight. “Hanging by a thread here. I need you to come first.”
She met his thrust with one of her own. “Don’t worry. I came once.”
“This isn’t how we win the game. New game plan.” He clenched his muscles, pulling out and sitting back on the shower seat. “You ride me. You’ll like it.”
He urged her onto his lap, reverse cowgirl style. Bowen lifted her backward onto his hips, his cock deep inside her, the angle changing in this position, and blossoms of heat bloomed inside her. She started to shiver, pulling his hands to her breasts again. Effortlessly supporting her weight on his thighs, he pinched both her nipples, making her scream, “Bowen.”
