Page 17 of The Autumn We Fell in Love

Eyes dark with desire, Rowan aligns his cock with my opening. I shudder as his tip nudges between my folds.

Then, blood draining from his face, Rowan freezes. “Condom,” he croaks, and I’m grateful to see that I’m not the only one who struggles with speech in intense situations. “I need one.”

I shake my head, smoothing a hand over his belly. “You can’t get me pregnant. And I’m clean. If you are too we don’t need one.”

“As a whistle,” he says, the color flowing back into his cheeks.

“Then fuck me,” I dare him.

Leaning forward, he catches my ear in his teeth and tugs, not overly gently. I groan, loving it. “No,” he growls, “I’m making love to you.”

I open my mouth to fire back a retort, but he beats me to the punchline by rubbing some of my juices over his length before sliding inside me, filling me absolutely.

Rowan moves slowly, steady and careful, not wanting to hurt me. But he got me so wet with his mouth that I’m ready for more.

I rock my pelvis up to meet him and swivel my hips. He rewards me with a groan. I do it again, this time grabbing his delectable ass with both hands and pulling him into me, hard.

He doesn’t need any further encouragement. Digging both arms under my back and curling his fingers up over my shoulders for leverage, Rowan plunges into me, filling me to the hilt again and again in reckless succession.

I got what I wanted.

He’s fucking me. Hard.

Knees flying to my ears, I hold onto his low back for dear life, my cries echoing in my ears. He grunts every time he drives himself home, each one making my skin prickle and my pussy weep.

Withdrawing one of his arms from beneath me, he slides a hand between us. I’m confused — until I feel his fingers spiraling over my swollen clit.

Just like that, I’m hurtling over the precipice of another climax, writhing beneath Rowan’s sweat-slicked form.

He slows the pace of his thrusts but keeps my button humming, demanding more pleasure and more release. Leaning close, he suckles and nibbles at the tender flesh of my neck.

I hurtle right back to the peak of another orgasm, practically seeing stars.

While I’m up among the cosmos, that sense of clarity returns even amidst the chaos of my climax: this — life with Rowan — is so damn right I could cry. I want everything he has to give me, and in return, I want to give him all that I have and and all that I am.

Rowan brings me back to earth by rotating his pelvis as he ratchets up the intensity of his movement in me.

Emboldened by how fucking good he is making me feel in body, mind, and heart, I roll us over, his cock still embedded in me. Making sure he continues to give my clit attention with his fingers, I ride the man of my dreams with all the love-born bravery I never knew I could possess.

Rowan

If Hollis looked like a goddess that afternoon that I saw her on the bluffs, wreathed in golden light, it’s nothing to what she looks like now as she rides me. She’s ascendent, otherworldly, a cosmic queen.

Cheeks flushed with arousal, hair beautifully mussed, she is resplendent.

I drive my cock up into her cavern with all the strength that’s in me, an offering for this woman who has become my everything. She meets me, rolling expertly with every upward heave. She humps me just as furiously as I impale her, and I can’t tell which cries are hers and which are mine.

Hollis has worried that I’m incapable of falling in love with a woman of her age. But she doesn’t see what I see — the stories of her life written out in delicate lines across her supple skin, curves as inviting as cumulus clouds, and a deep self-knowledge that is the sexiest damn thing of all.

She’s goddamn gorgeous from every angle, inside and out.

I’d be a lucky man to spend my years by her side, the two of us reading and writing and teaching together ’til death do us part.

Her velvet walls tremble and pulse and begin to close around me. I pick up the pace, pumping into her with short, strong strokes to nurture this fresh orgasm.

I don’t expect her to reach around behind her and, carefully, cup my balls in her hand. She squeezes and rolls and fondles them, and when she explodes, I can’t help it — I erupt right along with her.

With an iron grip on her hips, I grind her pelvis down against mine as her body shudders and quakes. I rut into her with short, tense thrusts that are no longer in my control, spilling my seed into her depths.

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