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Sweet fuck, she’s going to kill me.
“I’ll give you anything you want.” Pulling out briefly, I kick the sweatpants the rest of the way off, then climb onto the table. I brace my weight on my forearms and hover over her for a moment, taking everything in. Memorizing her. She’s gorgeous lying here beneath me, her big, green eyes pinned to mine. I don’t know if we’ll do this again, so I sure as fuck want to savor every moment.
Rowan has other plans though.
“What are you waiting for? Fuck me.”
Groaning, I slide back into her warm, tight body and start to move. Her moans echo through the kitchen. She tightens her legs around me and grips my ass to pull me deeper.
Sex never felt like this before. I lose myself to the sensations, each thrust making me a little more unhinged. A little more desperate. My control slips further, every time she moans my name.
I move faster. Each pounding thrust brings more ecstasy until I can’t fucking take any more. “Come for me,” I say on a low growl. “Because I can’t hold on much longer.”
Rowan clenches around me and bucks her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust, until she finally explodes. Her pussy’s spasms send me over the edge.
“Oh, fuck, Rowan. I’m coming, Princess.” I slam into her as my orgasm rockets through me. I come long and hard, pulsing and jerking inside her until I’ve given everything I’ve got. Then I collapse on top of her.
Her legs are still locked around me, as she strokes her fingertips up and down my back with a tenderness I don’t deserve but crave more of.
“You OK?” I whisper, praying I didn’t take things too far for her first time.
“I think I like hurricane season.”
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ROWAN
Mood Music: “Cosmic Love” by Florence + The Machine
Pussy aftershocks arelike sex souvenirs. Little pulsing remnants of an orgasm. Or in my case, multiple mind-blowing orgasms. I love how they ripple through me as echoes of the pleasure I experienced. I could get used to this whole “sex with a real man” thing.
Henry is still inside me, and I haven’t stopped stroking his back, even after several minutes. I’m savoring his warm weight on top of me, his heavy breathing, and my racing heart. It’s a pleasant contrast to the cold emptiness I’m used to. I could stay here all night.
He kisses my forehead. “You sure you’re OK?”
“Yes. More than.”
“Good.” He pulls out and hops off the table, then jumps into the sweatpants like he’s suddenly worried about me seeing his dick. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
I sit up. “Where are you going?”
“Bathroom,” he says, without turning to face me. He returns after a few moments with a wet washcloth and gently presses it between my thighs.
The warmth soothes me almost as much as his thoughtful gesture. “Thank you.”
He nods. “Make sure you pee. It’s important for women to do that after sex.”
I give him a thumbs-up. “Thanks for the health lesson.”
“I’m full of lessons,” he mutters, leaning against the table. “Most of them are about stuff no one should have to learn.” Shuddering, he clears his throat. “Anyway, I’m curious about something. Why are you on birth control if that was your first time?”
Heat rises into my cheeks. “Irregular cycle. Got tired of having my period twice a month. I’ve been on the pill for years.”
“Makes sense. How old are you, by the way?”
“Why do you ask?” I raise an eyebrow. “Now is a little late to make sure I’m above the legal age for consent, don’t you think?”
Panic flares in his eyes for a split second before he shakes his head. “I’m not worried about that. I know you’re over eighteen. Just answer the question.”
