Page 62 of Tempting Promises
Rowan takes that away.
I’m not thinking about anything other than him and how he’ll make me feel.
He lifts my knees up, exposing me completely. “Fuck, Charlotte. Look how wet you are for me.” I close my eyes, first I can’t see, but second, I’m slightly mortified. “You want my mouth on this sweet cunt, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“It’s clear you do. You know, I want to do nothing but lick you until you scream, but you ate my food, and I did say I was going to punish you.”
Still my legs are wide apart, the cool air a stark contrast from the fire behind me.
“Consider me punished.”
He chuckles low and dark. “Not even close to it, sweetheart.”
Then my legs are lowered to the ground and Rowan shifts, lying back on the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“Get on your knees,” he orders.
I won’t even think about how much wetter I get at his gruff command. “Excuse me?”
“On your knees.” I shift so I’m up on my knees. Rowan’s eyes flash with approval, then his voice drops low. “Good girl. Now, crawl to me and sit on my face so I can have my meal.”
Oh my fucking God. I might have just come.
The look in his eyes and the rasp of his voice, I swear I’m dead. Never has a man looked at me that way, and I’m not sure I’m ever going to recover.
I get on my hands and knees, watching him watch me with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes.
“That’s it, baby. Come to me,” he praises.
I keep going, wanting to stop and sink onto him and ruin his plan, but I don’t. I want this time, our last time, to be something we both remember.
He grabs my ass, pulling me where he wants me after I apparently take too long. “Rowan!” I gasp as his tongue slides against my clit.
I have nothing to hold on to, so I have to keep myself upright, my legs begin to tremble as he brings me close. His tongue makes the most amazing circles and swipes, making my head spin. There’s no softness in his touch, and I’m grateful for it. Rowan’s fingers dig into my ass cheeks, and he keeps me from moving and just licks and licks.
“Oh, God, Rowan. I’m so close,” I pant, sweat beginning to break out against my skin.
Then the bastard stops.
Not eases up, not changes positions to better make me come. No, he fucking stops.
“Rowan!” I protest.
“Hmm? What’s wrong?”
I look down at him as he stares at me with a smirk on his wet lips. God, I need to come. I can’t see him like this. “I need...please...I need.”
“You need what, baby?” he asks, his thumb brushes my clit, just barely.
I shudder as a small ripple of pleasure washes through me. “Please.”
“Please, what? Please more? Or please stop?”
Please God give me the strength.
