Page 127 of Somebody's Watching Me
Once he got naked, all bets were off, and he wanted to make sure they were near a piece of furniture that could handle what was about to happen. Swooping her up with one arm, he carried them to the sofa, kissing her as he did.
The press of her naked body burned through his clothes, and he deposited her as carefully as he could on the couch, tossing off the wolf mask. “I’ll put it back on in a second.”
She reclined on the cushions to watch him undress, plumping her breasts and giving him a show.
“That’s it.” He reached behind him to yank off his shirt with one hand and went for his pants next. “Don’t stop.”
Once only in his boxers, he slid them lower, goosebumps trailing down his legs as he listened to her excited groans. By the time he straightened again, she had perched herself on the end of the couch with her hands planted on her knees, mouth wide, and tongue sticking out as if she expected him to ram himself right down her throat.
And while grabbing her by the back of her head and fucking the hell out of her mouth was a fantasy he dreamed of every night, this wasn’t about him. Tonight needed to be about her. She needed to understand what it meant to be treasured.
Placing his two fingers under her chin, he applied pressure until her mouth closed. “Turn around. Knees on the couch. Legs apart.”
Obedient.
His girl was so fucking obedient.
Annabeth did as she was told without an argument and gripped the wood frame at the top of the couch with two hands. “This way?”
Her ass was divine. Ample, yet toned from all the hard work she put in. “Yeah, just like that.” He grabbed a handful of flesh and then gave it a sharp smack. “I need those knees wider, though.”
Taking one of the decorative pillows, he tossed it on the floor and sat propped against the sofa. Tilting his head back, he rested directly between her knees. Above him, heaven waited, and stretching his legs out, he licked his lips.
“Sit.”
She trembled with anticipation, hovering just above his face. “What?”
“Sit, sweetheart.”
“Are you sure?”
With two hands, he roughly hauled her down, and she cried out, rolling her hips erratically over his tongue. “Don’t stop this time,” she begged, finding a rhythm. “Let me come.”
Planning to do just that, he became unrelenting in his work, and as she rode his face, his hands explored. The backs of her thighs, that perfect ass, and then onward to her breasts.
“Do I taste good?”
Rowan laughed low in his throat over the question, yanking her down further to devour his feast. Lips and tongue and teeth, he used every weapon—every technique in his arsenal—to drive her wilder.
But that’s not what she wanted. She wanted him to respond like he did on their Friday night dates. Where sometimes, his words alone would kick her straight into an orgasm.
Lifting her slightly, he brought a hand around to give her two fingers to ride. “Good doesn’t cover it.” He flicked his tongue over her swollen clit, grinning when she shouted and clenched. “You taste like you’re mine. Are you mine, Annabeth?”
“Yes.” Her hips picked up speed when his fingers curled. “Oh fuck, Rowan.”
The violence of her release had him bearing down, flicking his tongue so fast he forgot to breathe. She screamed and convulsed, shaking above him as she fought not to collapse. The beauty of it had him seeking some relief, and he fisted his cock, groaning at the contact.
The sound drew her attention, and she snarled. “That’s mine.”
Air. There was suddenly cold air flooding his wet face. “What?”
She was scrambling off the couch and down his body to kneel on the floor between his spread legs. Holding his gaze, she bent forward to swirl her tongue around his tip, lapping at the moisture beading there. “This. This is mine.”
Fucking hell.
If he thought he was already in danger of this ending too soon, he was sorely mistaken. As her lips closed around him, Rowan realized this was the moment he was going to lose it. A moan tore from somewhere deep in his chest, the sound loud enough to echo in the empty bookshop.
Pleased with herself, she knocked his hand away, and replaced it with her own. Pumping with a steady rhythm, she took him in deep until he was hitting the back of her throat.
