Mixed in there was a little fear, too; that old cliche about the first day of the rest of your life kept repeating itself in my head, because it was; the second we left that room, the world had changed, it had become a scarier place because of what we had become, but I knew, all the way through and deep down into the bedrock of me, that this was right, it was ours, and we would make it through.
As the door clicked open, Rowan whirled me around and into his arms; I thought he was going to kiss me, but his expression was serious.
“Nim, once we go in there, there really is no going back, you do understand that, yes? Everything we did before, all of it, no matter what we said when we were doing it, we can still walk away from it, let it go, and work on going back to being ourselves. But things have changed. I think you can feel that just as strongly as I can. Once we go in there, like this, it really is the end of everything that we’ve ever had before. Knowing that, are you really, really sure about this?”
The look of concern and care on his face was so sweet and loving I just wanted to kiss him, hard, and never stop, but I made myself look him square in the eye so he could see that what I was about to say was the truth.
“Never more sure of anything, Rowan. I brought you here for just that reason: to make you my Roly-poly forever. All I want is for us to change our world, for you and me to be in our own world, just you and me. I always wanted this, I made sure it happened just this way, and I have no intention of backtracking, walking away, letting this go, nothing. You and me, Rowan, it’s always going to be just you and me. Is that clear enough for you, have you got it now?”
Roly’s eyes never left mine for a second, his gaze searched my face, probably looking for any sign of hesitation, any lingering doubts, but there were none; I wanted this, more than anything in the world, and suddenly that sweet, boyish grin of his broke through, and his hands were holding my bottom, squeezing and kneading my cheeks as he held me against him.
“Then, Miss Naomi Louise Redman, will you marry me?” he smiled, and when I smiled back, he swept me up and kissed me in a perfect storm of kisses, while I laughed and choked as I tried to get a word in edgeways.
“Roly, stop it, no, stop, let me say something, stop it, no, ROLY!!”
He suddenly let me go and plopped me back down on my feet, grinning as I wobbled for a second.
“That’s better, phew, let me get my breath back! Now, where was I? Oh yes… of course I’ll marry you, you big silly arse, what did you think I’d say? Only you, Roly, remember?”
Roly grinned like a pumpkin and yanked me close again.
“Good, now we’ve got that out the way, let’s go. I feel like some naked lust and debauchery. You in?”
Silly question, of course I was, so I let him lead me into the room, and waited for the door to click shut behind us. As it did, he grabbed me and kissed me properly, a long, breathless, intense kiss that made my nipples stand up and swell, something he felt as he ran his hands over my breasts and around my waist, to once more grab my bum and squeeze it. I could feel his cock pressing against my mons, and it was making me feel very sexy indeed; I couldn’t help grinding against him as we kissed, enjoying the way he groaned into my mouth at the delicious friction.
“Off… take it off…” he gasped, helping me as I frantically slid the sleeves down and wriggled out of that clingy little dress. Rowan’s eyes lit up when he saw that all I was wearing were my hold-up stockings; I couldn’t wear panties, or even a thong, under a dress like that, so I didn’t wear any, and I got to watch his eyes as they literally glowed while he stared me up and down.
Of course I posed for him; he’d seen me in just about every position possible, there was no need for false modesty now, so I posed and teased him, arching my back to push out my rock-hard, throbbing nipples, and slapping my bottom to make the cheeks jiggle and bounce the way he liked before pulling them open so he could see my secret places again.
Rowan growled softly, and next thing I knew, his hands were all over me again, cupping and squeezing my breasts and lightly pinching my nipples even as he ground his bulging cock into the cleft of my bottom. I whined and pushed back against him, gasping as his teeth gently scraped my neck, giving me goosebumps and making my nipples throb even more.
I heard the muffled sound of him undoing his clothes, and suddenly I was pushed up against the door, my bottom thrust out, and my pussy filled to the brim with his surging, steel-hard cock as he slammed into me, knocking the breath from my lungs with the strength of his thrust into me.
I nearly shrieked at the sensation of being filled so suddenly, so completely, and when his hand slid down my tummy to gently rub and pet my pulsing clitoris in time to his powerful continuing thrusts, then I did scream, as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced ripped and shattered its way through me, shredding my mind with the primal force of it.
Again and again thunderclaps battered through me, until I felt like the electric centre of the storm, white light blazing from my every pore, blinding me with its intensity, and sparking and fizzing from my fingertips, to ground once more deep inside the core of me. My convulsing pussy squeezed and rippled along the length of his fat cock, and he gave a coughing roar as his soft warm hands clamped around my swollen tits.
“Ooohh GOOODDD!” he shouted, his body stock-still, rigid and tense as jet after powerful jet of hot spunk squirted into me, warming and filling me, making me his all over again. He emptied himself into me endlessly, more than he’d ever come before, filling me and squeezing out from my overfilled pussy, to trickle in hot rivulets down my inner thighs.
His warm breath on my neck finally roused me from the dream-like state I’d been in after such a shattering orgasm, that and his arm around my waist as he steadied himself.
“Nim… Nimmie… sweetie… are you OK?” he murmured in my ear, finally bringing me all the way back to reality, and I reached back to hold his head closer to the curve of my neck as he grazed so delicately there.
“I’m fine, Roly, better than fine, I’m engaged!” I grinned, jumping as his hands lightly cupped my breasts, even that gentle contact with my swollen and over-stimulated nipples sending a sharp electric thrill all the way through me to my still twitching and trembling pussy. I could tell he was smiling as he once more slipped his hands down to hold my hips as he kissed the nape of my neck.
“That’s right, Puss-Cake, you’re mine now, and one day, when I work out how, I’m going to stand next to you and say ‘I do’, so you better keep that pasted right at the top of your mind, because it’s going to happen, I promise.”
Rowan had never once broken a promise to me, and I knew him so well that I knew he meant it; my Roly never gave his promises lightly, so now I knew for sure; nothing would get in way to make it happen for me, so I was content.
*
Our shower together was as restful and soothing as ever, but I was still thrilling from his promise to me, and he picked-up on that, his soft hands and gently questing fingers as he lathered my back and shoulders telling me he was feeling my excitement as surely as I was. My little gasps and giggles when he touched or brushed a particularly sensitive area kept piling the clues up in front of him, telling him what I wanted: I wanted him, again, any way he chose; now it was my turn to make him feel as good as I did right then, and he soon realised that.
When I handed him my towel and grinned at him, he began gently drying me off, the feel of him patting me with that thick, warm, decadently soft towel making my skin tingle wherever he laid his hands. When his hands swiped between my legs, the thick softness of the material rubbing along my labia heightened my need and desire for him, making my breathing deep and tremulous every time he stroked me; I began to get the feeling that was what he’d intended all along, especially as he’d paid the same meticulous attention to my nipples, with roughly the same result!
When he’d done arousing me all over again, he sat behind me on the bed and carefully, gently, brushed and untangled my wet hair, towelling most of the water off before letting me finish with the dryer. The heat from the dryer made my skin glow pinkly, looking almost like a sex-flush, and there was some of that too; my nipples were stiffly erect again, and my labia were warm, and slightly itchy; they were swelling, engorging, because I was horny; I could even catch the scent of my arousal. Luckily, the means of dealing with that was sitting two feet away, watching me intently.
At last, after an eternity of brushing my hair, and letting the hot breath of the hairdryer play over my back and shoulders, he took it from me and switched it off, and fluffed my hair out, before suddenly sliding his hands under my arms and cupping my breasts once more, the friction of his palms on my nipples making them ‘pop’ out and throb pleasantly. Rowan kissed the side of my neck even as I jumped at the double-sensation of his warm lips and my nipples standing to attention again.
“Like that, do you?” he breathed, his hot breath in my ear making me squirm as all kinds of other tingles and zings shot up and down inside me, once more grounding in my pussy and starting an itch I only knew one way to scratch.
Rowan knew exactly what he was doing to me; he’d learned these last thirty hours just what it took to make me sigh, to make me buck and hump, and to make me scream like a banshee, and right there and then I wanted him to make me do all those things; I wanted him inside me, in any way he wanted, making me feel as good as he’d ever done this entire weekend.
Without any warning, he yanked me down next to him, his hand clasping my bottom as his lips found mine, and we kissed like two souls possessed, deeply, madly, almost painfully. His thick erection prodded and rubbed against me, and I took every opportunity to squirm into the right position to feel that solid meatiness rub and scrape along my labia, teasing and tormenting my bullet-hard clitoris as I rubbed my drooling slit against his hot fullness.