ROWAN
I knew the moment he was going to kiss me and this time I am determined to not shy away from him.
Trauma be damned.
I wanted him and by the goddess I was going to have him.
The kiss is slow and careful, like he is testing the waters and trying not to rush me.
Gentle.
Sweet.
I savor it, leaning back into the chair as he leans into me.
“Why didn’t you? I wouldn’t have minded,” I whisper back.
“Good to know. Allow me to rectify that,” he says and kisses me again.
We go at it for a long time, totally forgetting the driver at the front.
I feel his hands crawl up my tights and go under my gown, which has gone all the way to my upper thighs. He squeezes the elastic material, making me gasp into his mouth.
As if with a mind of their own, his lips move from my mouth to my neck, nibbling all the way till they get to the very juncture of it, where he proceeds to bite me.
“Shit,” I gasp out.
At the corner of my eyes, I see the driver stealing surreptitious looks at us, yet that doesn’t deter me at all. I’m way too invested in Calvin’s hands.
He finds my panties and slips one finger in. With a few adjustments, he pulls me into his laps and easily slips another finger in. This time, I bury my face in his neck in a bid to hide the moan threatening to spill out. Thankfully, I am deterred from tearing off his pants right there by the driver.
“We’re here,” he announces.
We stumble out of the car after Calvin pays him hurriedly.
“Keep the change,” he says.
Without another word, the driver speeds off, like a bat out of hell, making us chuckle at the sight.
“I don’t think he likes us very much,” I say with a giggle.
“Probably heading to a car wash as we speak,” Calvin adds. “Shall we?”
“Sure,” I say and then lead him to our apartment.
I switch on the lights as I walk in, turning to him as I ask, “So, would you like something to drink?” Trying to make light conversation.
“No, nothing to drink, thank you. But eat? Yes,” he says.
“Eat?” I ask with a mild confusion.
“Yes, you.” And in one move pulls me back into his arms.
I lose myself in the wild and relentless attack of his lips. How is it possible for someone to be this good?
He backs me to a wall, where he then proceeds to kiss me all the way down, my gown coming off in a trail after his lips.
Soon, I am standing in nothing but a sheer net bra and panties.
“God, you’re stunning,” he murmurs as he looks up at me from the floor, where he was kneeling.
“Your turn,” I say as I pull him up.
I undress him in a rush, losing some of the buttons on his chest in my haste. As I am going for his belt, he reaches for my hands and still it
“Let me,” he says, making me flush at my uncoordinated movements.
In seconds, his pants are down and he’s standing in blue navy boxers. I can’t help but stare at his size in wonder and shock.
“I think I have made a serious mistake,” I whisper.
“Hmm? What mistake?” He asks.
“There is no way that can fit inside me. You will wreck me,” I whine, pointing at his cock.
He chuckles as leans down to whisper, “Trust me, it will fit.”
I flush again at his words. It sounded so naughty, dirty really.
His lips continue to tease the sensitive skin on my neck as his hands go behind me to reach for the clasp of my bra. In one move, he unclasps it, and uses the strap of said bra to hold my hands hostage over my head.
Holding my hands there with one hand, he uses his other one to sneak into panties. One finger, and then two. Slowly, he fills me up until his whole fingers are in me, moving in and out in a steadily increasing tempo.
The only part I’m able to move are my hips, since my hands are held hostage and my legs trapped by his thighs. At this point, I’m completely at a loss of words. Only grunts, and pants and moans are the sounds capable of crossing my lips.
Turning my head to his face, I reach for his lips. For a release, for anything really, anything that will push me off the edge I am tittering on. He evades my lips and bends his head to my chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and biting it. I’m caught in a whirlwind where I cannot find solid ground or catch my breath- It shatters me.
Soon, I become aware of my surroundings and notice that once again, I am being cradled, and held tightly in his arms. I groan out a sound, just to make sure my throat is still working after the scream I had made earlier.
“You good?” He asks.
“Yeah, I’m good. I don’t know if it is because I haven’t had an orgasm in two years or you are just that good, but I feel great. Really great,” I blurt out.
He gives a cheeky smirk at that, ” Glad I could be of service.”
I look at him for a few seconds before jumping on him, my breasts pressed flat on his chest and my legs crossed at the back of his hips.
“My room is the first door on the left,” I state.
Without further questions, he follows my directions and in no time we are back at it again. All pieces of covering discarded on the floor. This time, my hands are free to roam and boy, do they roam.
Everywhere I touched was muscle, no fats, just firm toned muscles. Which is kind of surprising. He wasn’t bulgy, like all those body builders, he was just really fit.
I wonder what he does for a living.
That thought quickly flies out of my head the moment he palms my breasts. Squeezing and pinching them with such skill, makes my lower region begin to tighten and constrict.
He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking it all the way in.
“Oh, my… that… don’t stop,” I pant. “That feels so… good.”
He is relentless, and very attentive. He switches to the other breast and gives it equal treatment. By this point, I’m a mess- A quivering, sensitised, unbelievably aroused lump of quivering flesh.
I could feel him. His length. Somehow, it grew even bigger. It was a welcome and seriously eroctic weight on me.
He moves lower, to the very heart of me and with his eyes staring directly at me, licks my center. It is so dirty, so base, so hot. I release immediately. Again. Two orgasms in less than ten minutes, and he hasn’t even entered me yet.
As I slowly, but surely come down to earth, I notice him staring at me.
“Hi there,” he says.
“What are you?” I demand, which only serves to make him chuckle.
“Are you on a pill?” He asks.
“No. I didn’t have a reason to be. But I do have a morning after pill,” I say.
“I have three condoms in my wallet,” he says.
“Well, we better make them count,” I respond.
“One minute,” he says as he gets up from the bed and walks out. Most likely to get his wallet.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Me. A one night stand. It is bizarre. I might probably regret this tomorrow, but for now, I want the gratification that comes with being naughty.
“Got it,” he says as he walks back in. He stares at me for a while before asking, “Second thoughts?”
“Not even remotely,” I answer.
“Thank God. I don’t think I could handle the blue balls I would have gotten if you did,” he says.
Giggling at that, I stretch out my hands to him, “Come here.”
He joins her back on the bed and kisses her tummy.
“You are really beautiful,” he remarks.
“I guess that’s the chemicals in your head talking. Come on up and kiss me,” I respond, trying to deflect the compliment.
He lifts himself until he is eye to eye with me.
“You are beautiful. And don’t mind if I do,” he mutters before kissing me.
It is different this time. Gentle, calmer. He takes his time, savouring my lips like they are some kind of desert.
Before long, we are both panting with want again. He reaches for the wallet from the floor and takes out a condom. He rips it open with his teeth and with one hand rolls onto his cock.
He kisses me deeper again and slams into me. I moan out, long and hard, my back arching off the bed in ecstasy.
He withdraws and slams into me repeatedly, and this time I begin to lose my sight. Spots play around my eyes as I hang onto him for dear life.
I swear, he is a machine. No need for breaks.
Unintelligible sounds escape from my mouth as I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him and urging him on. Pushing him deeper each time he thrusts.
I hear him grunt out and it’s clear he is losing control too. His strokes become shorter and harder, bringing both of us closer to the edge.
We release at the same time, with me arching off the bed and both of us screaming out in pure unadulterated pleasure, before we collapse. Me on the bed and him on me.
I’m vaguely aware of the sounds of our heartbeat, running a sprint in our chests and moving in tandem.
“I think, I’lll take you up on that offer of a drink,” he announces.
I snort out a laugh.
“Really, that soon?” I ask.
“Yes, but instead of a drink why not make it something to eat. I need my strength, we still have two more condoms to go,” he answers.
“Sure, how does a chocolate protein bar sound?” I ask.
“How many do you have?”
“A whole pack.”
“Good, I will take it. The whole pack,” he says.
He manages to roll off me so I can get up and head to the kitchen.
Rummaging through the cupboards, I find the pack as well as a bag of salted chips.
“Couldn’t hurt,” I mutter.
I walk back to the room and see him still sprawled the same way I left him.
I smile in quiet pride at that. I did that, made him that exhausted. Such wonder the knowledge of that does to me.
I strut to the bed and dump the pack of protein bars on him.
“That’s yours, this is mine,” I say as I hold up the chips.
“Fine by me,” he responds and we both sign in.
Sex is exhausting. Who knew? Not me.
Clearly, I have been doing something wrong. Or having the wrong partners
Anyway, we are both so starved that we don’t even have any conversations. Just eat our snacks. It would be all very sweet and charming, if he was not eyeing my breasts and stroking my thighs.
Like I said, a machine.
In a matter of minutes, our snacks are done and with his two hands, pulls me by my legs towards him, legs spread wide.
I lay back in the bed, with a pillow under my neck as I watch him flick at my clit. Practically playing with it.
“Stop that,” I say.
“Why? You clearly like it,” he says, eyeing the way I was leaking.
“You are being a tease,’ I answer.
“No, I am not.”
“Yes, you are.”
Pulling back my legs, I get on my knees and push him on his back. Settling myself on top of him, with each thigh at his sides, I reach for his wallet.
“I will help you put this on. Hope you don’t mind?” I ask with a coy look.
“No, please go ahead.”
His green eyes seem to darken as he watches me tear the wrap with my teeth and proceed to roll it up his length using only my lips. Once I am sure it is fitted on nicely, I give it a long lick. Similar to what he had done earlier. The resulting g groan is more than satisfying.
I lift myself up and position his cock directly in front of my entrance and with my eyes glued on his, I drop.
My toes curl at the sensation that ripples through me. Head thrown back and my arched upwards, I rise and drop. Over and over again. Each time gaining speed and losing focus and grip.
His hands grip my waist, controlling my movements and speed but even then, it is only a matter of time before we are hurtled into space.
Again.
My head is on his shoulders when I come down from the stars. I become aware of his hands slowly reducing their strength and his breath becoming steady
“Last condom? He asks.
“Hell, yeah.”