Page 80 of Catching Feelings

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Those are the rules, Doc. You had your fun rubbing your hands all over my body, making my dick so hard it’s gonna fall off if I don’t taste you soon. It’s only fair that you get naked too.”

“But you’re not naked.” She reaches for the button on my jeans, but I push her hands away.

“My house. My rules. I want my appetizer. You should know by now that I’m a spoiled, immature boy who cries quite loudly when I don’t get my way.”

Rowan loops her hands behind my neck. “I don’t know about spoiled, and I haven’t heard you cry about anything. Immature, however...” She grins up at me.

“Wise ass.” In one quick flick of my fingers, I have her bra unfastened and on the floor. “Pants. Off. Now. Me hungry.”

All this ridiculous talking has me hard as stone, and I doubt it’s turned Rowan on like it does me. She deserves romance. Finesse. I back off the humor and return my lips to her neck. Careful not to leave any love bites, I kiss her softly, then work my way to the shell of her ear.

“I like my appetizer wet and messy,” I whisper as my fingers work their way under the elastic of her panties.

Rowan lifts her hips off the counter and helps me shimmy her jeans down her legs. I nudge one finger between her slit and it slides in a pool of wetness.

“Good girl.” My lips find hers again and our tongues tangle. My finger and tongue work in slow, lazy circles, driving her to the brink of an orgasm.

When I feel her walls tighten around my fingers, I withdraw them and kiss her harder.

“Miles,” she pants into our kiss as her hips lift, trying to find my hand.

“Do you want my fingers or my mouth?”

“Yes.” She clutches at my shoulders and shimmies herself to the edge of the counter.

“That’s not an answer, Doc.”

“Can I have both?”

“That’s my girl.” I drop to my knees and part her legs.

Fuck. She’s dripping onto the countertop. I’m gonna have to lick that up later. She spreads her legs and I cup her mound as I bring my mouth to her hip, nipping her with my teeth before dragging my tongue across her waistline.

I can smell her desire. Feel the heat emanating between her thighs. When she grabs my hair and guides my face to her sex, I smirk and hold myself centimeters from where she wants me.

I’m not usually such a tease, but seeing Rowan come undone like this before I’ve even played with her has me going feral. I need to get a hold of myself before I go full caveman on her. Not that I think she’ll have any problem with that. Not with how wet she is right now.

But teasing her is torturing me, so I spread her pussy with my tongue, then insert two fingers in her. She falls back on the counter, releasing the death grip she had on my hair and fucks my face.

I flatten my tongue and lick her from her back hole to her clit as I twist my fingers inside her cunt.

“Miles. Oh, God. Yeah. Oh, oh, yeah. I—” She squeezes my head with her thighs, then my fingers with her pussy, and before I can pull out and drag out the orgasm, she explodes all over me.

Like, fucking explodes. Gushes. Squirts. Her cum coats me, and I work like a fiend to lap it all up before any of it gets wasted.

“Jesus.” I slowly withdraw my fingers, which triggers aftershocks down her legs. I rise to my feet and hover over her as I slowly lick my fingers. “If that was the appetizer, I can’t wait to taste the full meal.”

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