Rowan: Woodsmen and City Girls

by Amber Burns

  “You like that, Nina?” he whispered gruffly, pressing his teeth against her neck hungrily.

  “Oh,” she cried, pressing her hands against his naked back. She drove her nails into his flesh and flicked her tongue against collar bones. “Yes, Rowan,” she gasped, her eyes glinting with sunlight. “Please, Rowan, more, give it all to me, baby, please.”

  Rowan breathed in the smell of her, the faint lingerings of floral perfume, the human scent of her hair. Then he lowered her gently back down upon the grass, resting her head softly upon the ground. He looked her in the eyes as the breath fluttered from between her pink parted lips. Then he leaned his head in and kissed her tenderly, lovingly, running his hands through her beautiful hair. As he kissed her his fingers slid down her body, tracing the stunning curve of her breasts, her hips. He pressed his lips against her cheek, rubbed his face against her own, cupped her head in his large hand, and his other hand slid down her body to her lean waist. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric of her pink thong and ran his hand over the soft skin of her pussy.

  “Mmmm,” Nina moaned.

  She reached down and pressed his head against her skin, easing him downwards, encouraging his lips to explore her body. Rowan complied. He tore her thong away from her body and slid his fingers along her tender pussy. He found her clit and began to circle it slowly with her fingers, massaging her gently, tenderly.

  “Oh, Rowan,” Nina sighed.

  She reached up and cupped her breasts, pressed them hard against her body in bliss. Rowan grinned and pressed his lips to her clit. He ran his tongue over her clit and eyed her. Their eyes caught on to each others’ and held and Rowan felt his cock bulge with attraction. He pressed his lips against her clit and sucked and licked, caressed her beautiful bits of flesh with tenderness and appreciation. Then he slid his hand downwards and slipped his tattooed fingers inside of her.

  Nina cried out in joy, her eyes rolling back and her body shaking with pleasure. Rowan slid his fingers in and out of her, feeling how wet she was, closing his eyes to savor the warmth of her body around his hand. Then he could no longer bear it. He slipped his hand out of her body and tore his pants from his muscular form. Nina’s eyes flickered open, and she gaped at the man that stood before her.

  “Ho….ly...fuck.”

  Rowan stood before her, naked, perfect, the ideal image of manhood. His cock was hard and thick, and at that moment Nina longed for nothing more than to wrap her lips around its shaft.

  Rowan lowered himself before her, but before he could make another move, Nina was upon him. She leaped off the ground and pushed him down onto the grass. She crawled up his body and licked down his abs. Her fingers raced down his sides, caressing the outlines of his muscular arms, squeezing his body against her own. Rowan groaned and let his eyes roll back, let himself fall into pure bliss. Nina grinned and flicked her eyebrows up and down. Then she grabbed his hard, throbbing cock in her hand. She ran her hand up and down, licking her lips eagerly as she eyed him.

  “Your cock is so hard,” she whispered against his ear. The feeling of her lips brushing against his neck, his cheek, sent goosebumps careening down Rowan’s spine. “I can’t wait to put that hard dick into my mouth.”

  Nina kissed Rowan’s stomach, his hips, all the while stroking his large cock. Her hands slipped expertly up and down his shaft, and her tongue flickered around his hip bones in a maddeningly teasing dance. Finally, she slipped her lips around the head of his cock. Rowan cried out in thankfulness and his hands tangled in the tangled flames of her hair. She sucked at his hard manhood, taking it deep within her throat, rolling the edges of her tongue up and down the sides of his dick. She pressed her body against his own and pulled him into her mouth deeper. She slammed his dick deep into her throat and then began to slide him in and out, in and out, of her warm mouth, her lips pursed and her eyes glinting with pleasure.

  Nina pulled her lips slowly off of his thick shaft and watched as his hard cock sprung free from her pink, wet mouth. She smiled, mouth hanging open and nodded at him, her pale eyebrows leaping up her flushed face.

  “You like that? You like it when I suck that hard cock?”

  Rowan nodded, running his trembling fingers over his beard.

  “Oh, you bet I like that, Nina,” he grunted, and then he pushed himself upright and grabbed her by the hips. “But I don’t like anything in the world as much as you are going to like this.”

  Nina threw her head of hair back at him and fixed him with an eager gaze, her green eyes blinking lazily, her mouth hanging open as her tits bounced with the rapid heaving of her chest.

  “Show me,” she ordered.

  And with that Rowan thrust himself inside of her. The feeling was overwhelming, one of pure ecstasy, one of explosive pleasure. They both cried out as Rowan began to move inside of her, sliding himself more deeply into her soft, warm body. Nina arched her back and rubbed her supple ass against his hardened cock as he eased in and out of her. He gripped her curved hips in his hands, and she tossed her hair back, responding to every single movement of his body against her own. As he began to press deep within her, she exploded with pleasure, crying out, her hips grinding around his own in a circular rhythm. He drove into her harder, faster, flicking her wet clit with his fingers. Rowan Leaned forward to grip her bouncing breasts in his hand, squeezing her nipples as she reached her hands back to grab his beard and pull his lips against her own. Biting, grazing, holding hard and gasping for breath they tumbled on the grass, running their hand over each others’ naked bodies, Rowan moving deeply inside of her, Nina grinding her hips over his hard, thick cock, her breasts bouncing up and down, smacking together with the pulsation of their movement, her hair flying through the wind, a tangle of black locks and red flame, their eyes meeting and sparks shaking them both with bliss.

  Suddenly Rowan pulled his throbbing cock from Nina’s center, and a stream of clear liquid spurted from her pussy, spraying his dick with pleasure. Her back arched and she reached forward and ran her hand up and down his thick shaft, her eyes rolling back as he lifted his arms and felt his body bursting with ecstasy, cresting the peak of beautiful climax, reaching the tops of pleasure as he finished, milky droplets raining down to kiss the beauty of her trembling breasts.

  Nina’s hand fell from his cock, and he fell down to his hands and knees, breathing heavily, beads of sweat pouring down his forehead, catching on his eyelids, tangling with the coal black strands of his beard. He stared at her body, her heaving, perfect form, still writhing with pleasure, her lean, pale legs twisting back and forth in the after effect of the bliss, her hands roaming mindlessly over her own body, spreading the milky product of his climax over her naked breasts in a way that made his heart flutter like he had never before known was possible. He stared at the small mound of her pubic bone, the way it raised upwards and fell down, over and over again, still riding the rhythm of the orgasm, still radiating the pure bliss of having ridden his cock, of having taken his own body inside her own, and he felt himself overwhelmed with attraction.

  His lust pressed down hard upon him, and he ran a hand through his hair, steadying himself; he straightened his beard. Rowan felt his lust for this fiery girl becoming something more. It was at that moment, as he struggled to catch his breath while watching her pale white form writhing, her curves slithering like the tattooed inky serpent eternally slithered down his own body, that he swore he would always protect this girl; no matter what it took. He felt himself overwhelmed by attraction to this strange city girl, and he could not for the life of him understand why, yet he knew at that moment, with this green-eyed girl staring up at him, her eyes full of intrigue, amazement, and attraction, that she was his, and she would always be his. He would make damn sure of that.

  You are not losing this one, Rowan, he thought as his dick finally began to lose its erection. He brushed grass from his abs and stared down at her, fighting the feeling of tears that prickled the backs of his eyes. No matter what it takes, you a
re not losing this wonder of a girl.

  Rowan watched as Nina pushed herself upwards from the ground, curving her exquisite body upward towards him. He watched as she shook the tangled flames of her hair from her face and then tilted her head up towards the sun, collecting warmth upon her cheeks, her chin. She closed her eyes and a smile, genuine, her perfectly pink lips carving pure joy across her freckled face, filled her face. Rowan laughed, and she opened her eyes and leaned forward, pressing her fingers against his thighs.

  “Why are you laughing?” she asked, her green eyes glinting playfully. “Was that funny to you?”

  Rowan laughed again and shook his head, sending his mass of dark hair shivering through the wind. Then he smoothed his beard, sliding tattoos across his chin, and set his fingers atop Nina’s.

  “Funny?” he asked, looking into her eyes. “Funny, no.” He poured the coal black embers of his pupils into her green meadow irises in a way that sent goosebumps racing down Nina’s spine. “But fun?” And Rowan’s lips twisted into a half-smile, making him a picture of impossible attraction for Nina. “Fun, Nina, yes. It was the most fun I have had in…” His face suddenly clouded, and he pulled his fingers away. He reached for his pants and stood, beginning again to redress himself. “...in a long time,” he continued.

  Nina lazed in the soft grass, watching the pants slide up Rowan’s legs, the muscles of his arms twitching as he worked the jeans back on. She absentmindedly picked a dead leaf from the ground beside her and began to tear it into tiny, red-orange pieces that fell across her taut stomach. Rowan reached down and tugged his shirt over his head, his toned back slipping out of view. He stepped away from her, and the sun instantly flashed down upon Nina, blinding her and knocking her head down into the grass. She grabbed at her temples and cried out, her concussed head screaming in pain at the sudden brightness of the sun. Then she rolled over and threw up on the grass.

  Rowan turned sharply and grabbed Nina by the hips. He lifted her upright with tender hands and pulled her hair gently away from her face. He ran his tattooed fingers over her cheeks and spun her slowly his way, careful not to cause her any more dizziness, any more pain. He bent down slightly and wiped the vomit from her lips.

  “Hey,” he said softly, running a hand through her hair. “Are you okay there, babe?”

  His tone made Nina crumbled into his chest, tears pricking her eyes. She gripped his waist and shielded her face from the dizzying glare of the sun.

  “Hey,” Rowan said, bending down to meet her face. “It’s okay, Nina.”

  He cupped a gentle hand beneath her chin and tried to steady her eyes. Staring into the green glass orbs of this pale, naked fairy, he saw that she seemed unable to focus; her gaze wandered back and forth, up and down, circling upon itself. His brow furrowed with concern and in one swift movement he stood to his full height and scooped her up in his strong and able arms. Her face lolled to the side, and her eyelids fluttered closed.

  “Hey now, Nina,” he whispered tenderly, beginning to carry her carefully back to the wooden cabin. “It really is going to be alright. I’ve got you. I’m going to take care of you.”

  He squeezed her tightly, overwhelmed by the beauty he held in his arms. Her cheek pressed against his chest and he felt his heartbeat begin to quicken, felt that he might scream out in joy out of pure and overwhelming love, the love he felt for this strange, fairy-like girl with pale skin and a smart tongue, this girl he held against him at the centre of a forest, beneath a smiling autumn sky. He bent his neck forward and kissed Nina softly on her sleeping forehead.

  “I may not be the rich smary asshole you might have imagined yourself with,” he whispered to her, stroking her cheek. “But I promise you, I am here to watch over you, to care for you, to protect you while you heal. No harm shall come to you while you’re getting over this concussion. That I promise you, beauty.”

  He used his shoulder to push open the cabin door, in order not to disturb the red headed goddess from her slumber. He walked through the entryway and kitchen, then slowly lowered her onto his bed. Nina’s head sunk into the pillows and a graceful smile painted itself across her face. He leaned forward and kissed her softly on her pink lips, braiding dark black hair with fiery red, an orchestration of ember and flame. Then he stood up and stared down at her fondly.

  “You are safe here, my beautiful Nina,” Rowan whispered. “Respect, protection, and awe… awe at your beauty, the stunning light that radiates from your eyes. That is what you have from me.”

  With that, Rowan crept from the room and quietly closed the door, leaving the girl with the mane of flames to heal herself in the protected comfort of his own bed.

  5

  Several Years Earlier

  “Mr. Davis.”

  The blonde woman with the slicked back hair nodded curtly at him as Rowan rushed into the lobby. He pulled at his tie, straightening the dark fabric against his chest, and cleared his throat.

  “Morning, Dawn,” he called distractedly, lifting his briefcase to signal a quick hello. The secretary’s lips twitched slightly, and she fitted him with a stiff smile.

  “We’re getting in rather late this morning, aren’t we,” she commented, forcing the words through her red painted lips. He halted and turned to her, adjusting the tuck of his shirt so that he became the very picture of professionalism. He stood to his full height, tossing back his shoulders, throwing his dark hair back from his face.

  “Are we?” he asked, staring her directly in her icy gray eyes. “Hm, I hadn’t noticed.” He twisted his wrist so that he could glance at the oversized silver watch that snaked around his arm. “Ah, I suppose we are.” He grinned at Dawn with unsmiling eyes. “You are ever so attentive, Ms. Clearwater. That must be why they keep you around here, hm?”

  Dawn’s lips tightened, and a vein in her left temple trembled slightly. She folded her manicured nails upon her desk and smiled back at him.

  “Oh, yes, Mr. Davis, I am sure you are correct. Have a great day now,” she said.

  He shouldered the door open and raised his cup of take-out coffee towards the secretary in a salute of cheers.

  “Ah, yes, you too,” he yelled as he walked through the door. And then, beneath his breath, he muttered. “Have a fucking wonderous day.”

  He made his way through the maze of cubicles, ducking his head in salutation as his co-workers raised their hands in silent hellos, phones pressed to their ears. He passed Adam’s desk, and Adam grinned at him.

  “Hey, big guy,” he said, emptying the contents of three packets of sugar into a milky looking coffee. “How’s it hanging on this fine, fine morning?”

  Rowan snorted at shook his head.

  “Your choice of phrasing is always so on point, Adam,” he chuckled as he continued onwards to his own cubicle.

  Rowan dropped his briefcase onto the floor, and it sounded with a satisfying thump. He fell into his chair and slapped his take out coffee cup onto his desk. He leaned back and booted up his computer. While it whizzed and whirred to life, Rowan massaged the dark leather of the chair with his hands. He grinned as he spied the triangular peak of his newest tattoo, a great, roaring mountain, done entirely in blackwork, peeking its head from the top of his dress shirt sleeve. He smiled and scooted his chair forward, punching at the computer keyboard to log himself in for the day. Rowan had not even opened his email before he heard the voice behind him.

  “A little late today, are we not, Mr. Davis?”

  Rowan closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose, steadying himself for the conversation he knew lay just ahead of him. He gripped the arms of the leather chair and slowly spun himself around, a pleasant smile carefully plastered across his clean shaven face.

  “Ahh, hello Isla,” he purred, his chair coming to a swiveling stop in front of his boss. Her tight skirt stretched appealing across her legs, and her blouse dipped low down her chest, revealing ample cleavage. He grinned more genuinely, pleased to find her dressed so attractively.

/>   “Mr. Davis,” Ilsa said sharply, giving him a look filled with knives. Then she dropped her voice and leaned forward slightly, speaking rapidly in whispered tones. “You are not to call me by my first name here at work, Rowan,” she said. “And you know better than that. It would totally undermine my professionalism if anyone found out, so seriously, cut it out.” Ilsa cleared her throat and stood back up to her full height, yanking at her impossibly tight skirt to straighten out its lay across her supple thighs. “As I was saying,” she continued, her voice escalating back to its normal, assertive pitch. “We are a little late today, are we not?”