Moving my lips, I feather them over her temple, down her cheek. I softly graze over her ear, and then move down her neck. Soft, light, warm kisses. Mostly just my lips, sometimes a little lick of tongue. Her skin is so soft, I could run my lips across it for hours and never tire.
With every touch she shivers, or squirms, or flexes her hips into mine.
She's growing restless from my lazy touches and brings her hand up to wrap around my neck. She tries to urge me on, but I'm not having any of it. She's made me wait, for what seems like an eternity, and for all I know she could spook and run tomorrow. But for tonight... she's mine and this will be done on my timetable.
When I whisper my lips back over her mouth, I gently run my tongue along her bottom lip before moving toward her jaw. Rowan grips me by the hair and demands, "Kiss me, Flynn."
"I am," I tell her as I nibble along her skin.
"No," she says with a moan laced in frustration. "Not like that."
"Oh... you mean like this?" I move back to her neck, and just slide my lips along its silky slope. She shivers but shakes her head.
"Then how?" I ask.
"My mouth... hard... please."
Releasing Rowan's wrist, I move my hands up to hold her face. Her eyes are wide... luminescent. They are pleading with me to make her mine, in every carnal way I know how. It tests my resolve to take this slow because the way she's looking at me now, I could have this over and done within a matter of minutes.
Instead, I reward her with what she asks. I lean down and seize her mouth, taking it in a brutal storm of lust. My tongue plunges... masters, and I feel like a fucking caveman that brought home the biggest rump of dinosaur roast when I feel Rowan tremble and practically sag against me.
Wrapping a hand around her waist, I pull her tighter into me, pushing my thickness into her belly. My other hand snakes under her shirt and I trail my fingers up her ribs and over the bottom slope of her breast. It is one of the times I'm grateful my girl doesn't wear a bra and her skin feels like fire when my entire palm covers her, causing Rowan to moan out and push herself harder into my hand.
I keep molesting her mouth while I gently squeeze her breast, teasing her every so often with a flick of my thumb over her nipple. Each time I do it, her breath catches and her hips move, and it gives me a heady feeling of power that I can control her body this way.
It makes me wonder what else I can do.
After a slight pinch of my fingers on her nipple, I pull my hand out of her shirt. She gives a cry of distress into my mouth and I pull back just enough to say, "Shhh."
My hand immediately goes to her pants. I easily pop her top button and slide the zipper down. Rowan gives a groan of approval, although she holds her breath when my hand starts its descent down. I efficiently burrow into her panties, and just like I remembered from that night several weeks ago, she is liquid heat. I move my finger back and forth through her slickness, then rub her in tight circles.
I want her to come for me, right here and right now. I pull my mouth from hers and say, "Look at me, Rowan."
Her eyes open and she focuses on me, although her hips buck every time I hit her just right.
"Watch me, baby. I want to see those beautiful eyes." I work my finger against her, every so often plunging inside, but immediately retreating to caress against her. The pressure I'm using is causing her to shake and I know she's not long for this plane of existence.
Her eyes start to roll backward and her lids flutter as she gets close.
"Uh-uh," I chide. "Eyes on me."
She refocuses and I smile at her. "That's my girl. This feels good, doesn't it?"
She nods and I rub the pad of my finger against her faster.
Our eyes are locked, our breath coming in choppy spurts. "You don't know how much I've dreamed of this, Rowan. Of doing this do you." I plunge and caress a little harder and I can feel her body start to stiffen. "I want to do so many things to you... really, really dirty things. Will you do anything I ask?"
Rowan gasps as I push two fingers in and then pull them both out to spread her moisture around. "Yes," she gasps. "Anything."
"Will you come for me? Right now?" I push against her as I say those words and holy fuck, she fractures apart in front of me. A scream comes out of her mouth and I swoop down with my lips to swallow it up, all the while keeping my hand firmly wedged between her legs as the orgasms rends her body.
When I feel her start to sag, I pull my hand out of her pants and scoop her up in my arms. She's as limp as a rag doll as I walk swiftly down the hall to my bedroom. Capone is on our heels and he tries to follow us in, but I close the door in his face. "Sorry buddy. I'm not doing this with an audience."
Rowan giggles and I look down at her. Her head is resting against my chest and she's looking at me with playfulness.
"What's so funny?" I ask.
She gives another tinkling laugh. "It's just a dog, Flynn. It's not like it's a person watching us."
I capture her mouth for a quick kiss, pulling back and biting on her lip. "Baby... what I have planned for you will have that dog blushing, trust me."
Her entire body shivers in pleasure and there's that caveman feeling again. I set her down on the floor and she immediately starts working at my pants. "I need to touch you," she says.
I pull her hands away and push her back gently. "And you will... in time. But I have other things planned first."
Rowan's eyes widen and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. "Like what?"
"Like making you come again. With my mouth."
Her lips part as she sucks in a wisp of air for fortification. "I want to do the same."
"And you can... later. I want to play first."
I expect Rowan to balk but instead her mouth curves upward in a sensual smile and her eyes flicker with heat. Her voice comes out all soft and breathy when she says, "Okay. Tell me what to do."
I cross over and sit on the bed, resting my hands by my hips. "Take off your clothes for me."
She grins. "Want me to do a sexy dance?"
I laugh and shake my head. "I've seen the way you dance. If you do that while taking your clothes off, you'll kill me. Dead."
Chuckling, she pulls her shirt up over her head and tosses it to the side. My eyes go to her breasts and they are perfect. They are soft, round, and sit high with pink nipples that are hard against her satin skin.
She pushes her jeans down, sliding them over her bare feet and kicking them to the side. She's left in nothing but a pair of pale pink panties that are mostly lace. I can see the dark triangle of hair shadowed between her legs. She hooks her thumbs at the waist and starts to push them down.
"Wait," I say abruptly and she stops, eyeing me with curiosity. "Come here."
Rowan walks over to me, stepping in between my legs. I hadn't intended on touching her again quite this soon, but I can't help when I lean forward and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Her hands wrap around my head and she holds me to her tightly.
I lave at her breast for just a few seconds, and then I pull back. "Crawl on the bed and lie on your back."
She immediately complies, completely trusting me in my requests. I stand up and step back a few feet to watch her. "Touch yourself for me, Rowan. Show me how you want me to touch you."
I expect her to blush and maybe hesitate but she does nothing more than take a second to flash me a knowing look, and then her hand dives down her underwear. And oh holy hell, I didn't expect her to go for the main prize so soon. I sort of expected her to run her hands over her body, caress all of her skin, maybe pluck at her nipples a bit. But she's not wasting time and I think this is a devious plan on her part to get me to hurry up.
I go ahead and remove my clothes while I'm watching her. I really can't see exactly what she's doing because those damn panties are blocking me, but I can see her hand moving between her legs and her teeth are gripping her bottom lip. She keeps her eyes open though and watches me as I strip.
I'm fucking h
ard as a rock and after I get my pants off, I grab my dick and stroke it a few times, trying hard not to groan over the contact. Releasing myself, I stride over to the bed and grab Rowan's ankles. I pull her to the edge and she gives a tiny yelp but her hand never comes out from between her legs.
I lay my hand over hers and hold her still for a moment. "Are you close?"
She shakes her head and tries to move her hand but I won't let her.
"Want me to take you the rest of the way?" I ask.
"God, yes," she says and I gently pull her hand away from her body. I peel her underwear off and toss them over my shoulder. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, I pull her closer and drape her legs over my shoulders. I bring my hands over her stomach and look at her.
"Rowan... sit up on your elbows and watch me."
She immediately props herself up, which thrusts those magnificent breasts outward. My hands unlink and glide up her stomach, taking a perfect mound in each hand to squeeze before grabbing each nipple between my forefinger and thumb to pinch. She rewards me with a long moan and her hips buck up, hitting me in my chin, which reminds me of what my ultimate intention was. I release her breasts and move my hands south, taking a hold and spreading her wide. I stare at her femininity laid bare before me, almost disbelieving it is mine to do with what I want.
And I know what I want to do.
I glance up and she's watching me keenly. "You're so beautiful, Rowan. You make everything else around me seem barren."
She doesn't respond but takes in a slow breath that I can see is stuttering out and her eyes are swimming with more emotion than I've ever seen. She's feeling right now... with her heart. She's all in, completely with me.
I lower my mouth and plunge into her with my tongue, and I hear her flop back down on the bed with a cry. Her hands come up and grip my head, pushing me harder into her... which is fine by me. I want her to feel every bit of me down there while I lick and suck her off. I want to see how fast I can make her come and, apparently, it's pretty fast. When I feel her starting to tremble hard, when her fingers flex into my scalp with a stinging bite, I know it won't take much to push her over. I work at her with my lips, feathering my tongue quickly, and then I suck on her hard.
Rowan screams so loud that I hope to fuck the neighbors don't call the cops and her whole body stiffens while she tries to push my face harder into her. I don't let up and continue to lick at her, while her legs squeeze me in a vice.
"Fuck, Flynn," she says and finally pushes my head away.
I stand up and wipe my hand across my mouth. "If you insist," I tell her, reaching into my bedside drawer and pulling out a handful of condoms. I toss them all on the bed beside her and she gives me a salacious smile, while she reaches over and grabs one. She sits up on the bed and kneels before me.
Her fingers are sure and while she covers my boy up, she leans in and runs her tongue over one of my nipples. And while it feels oh so fucking good, I need something different.
I put my hand on her chest and gently push her back. Following right over on top of her, I crawl in between her spread legs. Looking at her lying there, her neck and chest flushed red from her orgasms, her bottom lip swollen from where she was chewing on it while I was eating her out, I don't ever remember being this horny in my life.
I want to slam my way home and once I get there, I want to slam into her repeatedly, almost like I'm branding my place inside of her body. But there's time for that later. I want to go slow tonight and I want to drag this out. I want this first time to be so memorable, that we'll strive for the rest of our lives to try to outdo it.
I put my hands behind her knees and lift her legs, bending them back until she's spread wide open. My dick is sticking out at the perfect angle and with just a downward tilt of my hips, I'm able to bring the head right to her opening. I keep ahold of her legs the entire time, not even needing my hand or hers to guide me in.
I give a slight push and although I know she's soaking wet for me, I also know she'll be tight because I didn't spend enough time with my fingers inside of her... getting her ready for me. So I go slowly, pushing in with the greatest of care, feeling her body sigh in welcome.
When my pelvis is resting hard against hers, I take her legs and wrap them around my waist, then I lean over her more closely, resting my weight on my arms. My face hovers over hers and she watches me with wonder. We just lie there together, with me sunk deep inside of her, and we do nothing but stare. Her hand comes up and touches my face softly, her fingers skimming down. My eyes flutter closed for a moment and then open back up. I pull my hips back slowly, and then sink inside her again.
"That feels good," she murmurs.
"Feels so good," I agree, and I do it again.
Then again.
And again.
I establish a very slow rhythm but I make sure that she feels every inch of me as I pull back, and every inch going in. She grips me tight and hot, and I swear... it's the best fucking feeling ever.
Everything builds slowly. My movements, our breaths, even my orgasm starts as a minor rumble in the base of my spine and stays on idle, waiting for me to push us both into blinding pleasure.
But I'm not ready... not right yet. I want to watch Rowan some more.
Because I love the way she tries to keep her eyes on me, but she can't help it when the pleasure causes them to close. She starts chewing her lip again, and once I even move my hand up and grab it from between her teeth, leaning down to lick at it. Redness creeps up her neck, flushing her pale skin with the blood that is racing through her veins. Her heels dig into the backs of my thighs, urging me on.
"Flynn... I want to come again."
"You will," I promise her as I make lazy pushes in and out. A bead of sweat travels down my temple, slides along my jaw, and drops onto her cheek. I lean down and nuzzle it away.
"No... I want to come now. I'm close."
Her words spur me on and I pick up the pace. She rewards me with a gasp and a barely audible, Yes, which excites me even more.
I push up from my elbows to my hands so I can get better leverage and I give in to my compulsion to slam my way home. When I hit her deep inside, she cries out and immediately says, "Do it again."
I retreat and thrust, faster and faster, and now I hook one of my elbows under her leg, and let this new angle suck me in even deeper.
My world starts spinning as the pleasure builds and everything starts to fade.
Everything but Rowan.
Faster and faster, harder and deeper... flesh smacking wickedly against each other.
Rowan's eyes close tight and her upper back arches off the bed.
"I'm coming," she gasps.
She doesn't need to tell me because I can feel it contracting all around my cock and the knowledge sends me into overdrive. I unleash a firestorm of thrusts on her body, wrapping my arms underneath of her and pulling her to me tight... letting my hips do all the work. I can feel a tingling ball at the bottom of my spine and then it rockets upward, blasting off through every nerve ending in my body.
"Fuck!" I shout as I start coming... and coming... and coming. It seems to go on forever and I don't want it to ever stop, because it's the best fucking nut I've ever blown in my life.
Rowan's arms are wrapped tightly around me and our chests are mashed together. My nose is stuck into the crook of her neck and my hips continue to shallowly thrust against her, even as I feel tiny pulses of spasms gripping me from below.
My breath is coming out so harshly, I can feel how it blows away and then pulls her brown locks against my mouth. My bones feel like rubber and I'm doubting I'll ever be able to walk again.
I'm shattered... destroyed... probably wrecked beyond repair.
And I could give a fuck because that was probably the best thing that's ever happened to me in my life.
We arrive at the resort on St. John mid-afternoon, after a forty-five minute boat ride from St. Thomas. It's a balmy eighty-two degrees and I'm in awe of the lush, t
ropical scenery. I've never seen anything like it in my life and I'm not sure I ever will again. We were on the same flight with Nix, Emily, Hank, Nick, and Nora. Everyone else will be arriving soon and we've made plans to meet in one of the outdoor bars for drinks before dinner.
Flynn steps up to the desk to register us and Emily nudges my shoulder. She leans in and whispers, "So... you and Flynn... finally hooked up?"
I try not to grin because she makes it sound so seedy, and what Flynn and I did last night is anything but. It was beyond explosive, and there's not a part of my body that Flynn doesn't know intimately right now, but it's definitely not seedy.
It's everything that I said I wouldn't give into, but things were just getting so blended in my mind that I had a hard time figuring out where my friendship with Flynn stopped, and the sexual intimacy began. I mean, even before we had sex, I had engaged in a level of intimacy with Flynn that surpassed any other relationship I had before. I thought friendship and intimacy would not go together, but the truth is, they are so closely related, I stepped into a relationship that was already a blended mix. When Flynn kissed me last night... ever so soft and tentative, I felt my entire being give into my desires and I decided to stop worrying about what may or may not be.
It's not to say I'm not still worrying about it, because when I woke up this morning before the alarm went off, and just luxuriated in the feeling of being wrapped in Flynn's arms, my first thought was perhaps I made a mistake. I know that if Flynn and I don't work out, the hurt is going to be unimaginable.
Emily nudges me again and I realize I've ignored her in favor of daydreaming about Flynn. "I guess," I say lamely. "I mean... yeah, we took it to the next level."
She throws her arms around me and squeals. "That's so wonderful. The last of the Caldwell men have fallen. But then again, I knew this was going to happen."
"You did?" Because I sure didn't. Even though I had yearned painfully for Flynn on a sexual level, I was still pretty unsure whether this would happen just a little over twenty-four hours ago.
"Yup," she says smugly. "You two are perfect for each other."
Looking around, I see Flynn still at the desk, and the rest of the group is standing nearby. I grab Emily's hand and lead her further away from everyone so they don't overhear. "How do you know, Emily? I mean... what if this is just sex, and then when it fizzles, our friendship is what gets lost?"
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