No man had ever made me feel like this with his mouth before. No man had ever fucking feasted on me before. I writhed against the cool surface of the counter, arching myself upward to his mouth.

“You taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he growled, his words vibrating against my pussy.

I was almost at my breaking point when my eyes met his.

“You gonna come for me like a good girl?” he asked as he pushed a finger inside of me.

My teeth sunk into the flesh of my lip, so hard I tasted blood.

His finger moved inside me, slowly, torturing me. I knew from the wicked look on his face it was intentional, that he could feel how close I was to climax.

“Nora, are you gonna come for me?” he asked again, low and thick.

I nodded rapidly, barely able to move, desperate for release.

“Tell me you’re gonna be my good girl.”

My body spasmed against his finger, seconds away from exploding but needing his mouth.

“I’m gonna be your good girl,” I rasped.

He smiled wickedly before his lips found my pussy again.

My first orgasm washed over me, hot and quick and overwhelming. My body was plagued with aftershocks, and I barely noted that he was standing, reaching into a pocket or a wallet until I heard the telltale crinkle of a foil packet.

At least one of us was thinking. Condoms were not even on my radar right then. Not even a little. I wouldn’t have asked him to put one on. Furthermore, I wanted him inside me without one.

Except I wasn’t on the pill. Didn’t want to disrupt my hormones like that.

I was clean, and I was pretty sure that Rowan was too, but that wasn’t enough to risk my health and a possible pregnancy.

So, I was distantly glad that Rowan did the thinking for the both of us.

He got the condom on and lifted me upward from where I was lying. Our faces were inches apart, his eyes burning into mine. “Want to look at you when I fuck you for the first time,” he murmured, lips brushing mine.

And then he was inside me.

I cried out in pleasure, my body still sensitive from his lips, still recovering from my first orgasm.

Rowan didn’t ease in. Didn’t take me gently. He held on to me, thrusting hard and slow.

My body met each of his thrusts, hungry, ravenous for more.

“You’re gonna feel me inside you all day, cupcake.”

My pussy clenched around him in response to his words.

“So fucking hot,” he continued. “Such a sweet. Fucking. Pussy.” He enunciated his words with harder thrusts, each one bringing me closer to the edge, with me toppling off at the word ‘pussy’.

He kissed me then, likely tasting the blood from how hard I’d sunk my teeth into the skin of my lip.

My body opened up to him, moved in tandem with his as he continued fucking me with the perfect force, with the perfect rhythm.