Milo
After our discussion in the town hall, Rowan submitted his resignation and used his leftover vacation time to not return to the office. Apparently, he hadn’t been taking days off for so long, they amounted to two months. The enormous decision didn’t weigh him down; rather, it gave him wings. He committed himself to organizing the bake-off and the rest of our lives.
But first, the event.
I was at the cafe for the following days, but had asked Rowan to update me on the progress, and every text message and picture filled me with joy.
The dinner table at my house held permits and fliers for the bake-off on one end, and on the other, Rowan’s laptop next to a folder with plans for his and Troy’s business. Every morning,waking up in my bed, he hugged me in a full-body way that enveloped me and let me feel his love seeping into me.
“I can’t believe you’re mine.” Rowan nuzzled the delicate spot behind my ear. “And I’m yours.”
“We always belonged together, but it took us both some time to realize that.” I wiggled my butt flush against his body, awakening the beast between his legs.
“Do you think that we’re fated mates?”
“Yes.” I replied so quickly, I surprised myself.
I felt Rowan’s grin against my nape. “I believe that too.” He caressed my abdomen and up my chest until he reached my nipple piercings. With a low growl, he nibbled my shoulder and flicked both my buds.
“What are you doing? The bake-off is today.”
“We have time.” He rolled his hips and slid his hand to my morning wood.
“Not that much. So you better start getting me ready for your cock.”
“Bossy little coffee bean.” Rowan reached for the lube from the nightstand and had a slick hand between my ass cheeks in a heartbeat.
I relaxed into his touch, eager to have him fill me already.
Rowan’s skilled fingers prodded my hole and slipped in. He massaged me from the inside, kindling the fire within me.
“Enough. I’m ready.” I swatted his hand away and arched to him, remaining on my side.
He’d check in with me all the time, but by now, he knew I wanted him in every way we could have each other.
Positioning himself, Rowan teased my pucker with his dick, then pushed in.
I gasped and reached behind to claw at his ass cheek to get more of his cock in.
He fucked into me slowly until he was fully in, stretching me in the best way. Staying still, he gave me time to adjust to his size. But I was ready, which I communicated with a wiggle and a whine.
Rowan caressed the thigh of my bent leg, then gripped my knee for leverage to push himself as deep as he could go.
We were one.
He kissed my shoulder blade and began to move.
With every shallow thrust, the ridges on the underside of his cock-zilla teased my rim, threatening to undo me quickly. Good. We had little time.
“Fuck me, Rowan.” Laying on the side, I reached behind me to grip his hair and twisted his ginger waves between my fingers, urging him. “Fuck me like a monster.”
Rowan growled and drove into me over and over.
Our bodies slapped together, composing a filthy soundtrack to our lovemaking. I let go of Rowan’s hair and grabbed my cock, stroking it with quick moves.
“Ah, Rowan! Come with me!”
He did.
