Page 48 of Make You Wish You Were Dead
The whole world fades away into the shadows when I am with him in general.
And I fucking love it.
"Rowan," I moan as I move my hips against his knee.
"I know." He removes his lips from mine. "I'm going to get you ready, okay? I don't want to hurt you, so I need to get you ready," Rowan tells me but I just nod my head and close my eyes.
And before I know it, he lets go of one of my hands and he starts touching me. Touching me in a way only he can. It is innocent at first, going from the side of my body, my waist, hip and before I know it his fingers are dancing towards the spot between my legs.
I jolt as I feel him press a soft kiss to my pussy, making me shudder and squeeze my eyes. It feels different from how he kisses me on the mouth, similar but different.
He is going slow and steady, dipping his tongue between my folds as the ache starts to almost feel uncomfortable.
"Rowan, please. More." I beg and he understands what I mean by using his hand that was playing with my clit, and then thrusting a finger inside me, slowly.
My hands automatically go to his hair as he kisses and touches me. He lets go of my hand and grabs my thigh to drape it over his shoulder, rubbing my skin and sometimes squeezing my thigh.
I start to feel the heat from my stomach go straight to the ache between my legs. I grip Rowan's hair and pull him closer to me as I feel pleasure consume me.
Rowan gets my thigh off his shoulder and leans off the bed making me open my eyes and look at him.
His hands play with the waistband of his briefs.
He probably took off his pants when he woke up because he was wearing pants before I came into the room.
"Last time I'm going to ask you, okay? We don't have to go all the way tonight," he says, looking at me with raised eyebrows.
"No. I want to go all the way. I feel safe with you," I assure him. His jaw clenches before he takes off his briefs. I immediately look down at his cock and I swear I almost choke on my own spit. Rowan is long and thick, with veins going down his cock. He grabs a condom from his side table and puts it on. Is he going to fit? "Trust me, I'll fit." He walks closer to me, gets on top of the bed, hovering over me. "But it might hurt a little," he says as his eyes collide with me.
"Okay." I nod my head and look between us where his cock is close to touching me, making me shudder.
I can feel the heat of him, and I want to pull him closer.
Rowan leans closer to me, and I feel his cock against my opening, my folds ache for him as he runs his cock along my folds.
When I feel Rowan's first push inside me, I squeeze my eyes shut and my lips part.
Rowan leans down and presses his lips onto mine. One of his hands holds onto my waist while the other holds my hands, pinning them to the bed.
"Have you ever touched yourself before, Jane?" he asks. I nod my head, not being able to respond because of the feeling he is giving me. It all feels too good, I love the pleasure he is giving me down there. "How many times?"
"A few times before my accident and then three times after."
"Okay. I want you to place one of your hands on my shoulder and then use the other to touch your clit," I do as he says. Taking my hands out of his hold and placing my hand on his shoulder, feeling him thrust in and out of me and then the other on my clit, putting pressure and pinching myself. "Feel us move against one another. Feel how I move inside you."
"Rowan," I moan, feeling a knot of pleasure tightening in my stomach, going lower and lower. Rowan leans down and places his lips on mine again, kissing me with urgency. His kiss makes it clear that he owns my body, every single centimeter of it. And he does. He owns all of the things that make my body shudder from him. Every thought, every breath, every heartbeat. "Rowan. I feel-"
"I know. Come for me, fawn," he says as he trails his kisses to the side of my neck. He thrusts in and out again making me feel ecstasy through my body and between my legs. My eyes squeeze shut, and I whimper when Rowan keeps moving until I feel him fill the condom with his release. It’s quiet for a few minutes. The room is filled with quickened breaths. Rowan’s hot, sweaty body feels safe against mine. He is still inside me, pulsing and hard. "You're not weak, fawn. You never were. So don't ever think that I want you weak. I want you as mine."
Twenty Four
Rowan
The painin my chest is what wakes me up, and the feeling of a warm body snuggling into my chest calms me.
My eyes open and I see Jane who is sleeping soundly next to me. Her eyes are closed, and her breathing is soft and even.
She is too beautiful to look at, even when she is sleeping.
