Chapter 8

eight

R owan

We barely make it through the door to Briar’s room before we’re tugging off my shirt and sweeping her nightshirt to the floor.

My arm propping me up as I tower over her, I pause, taking in this moment. Briar is round in all the right ways, and my eyes worship every inch. From her red hair down to the white panties, down to her curvy thighs. But what I love more is the way she looks at me.

“I’m liking these white cotton underwear you got on. Let me see how wet you are.”

“Are you gonna look at my panties all night, or are you gonna do something about it?”

When she speaks to me like that, my mind races and my heart kicks against my ribs.

I crash my mouth against hers, spearing my tongue into her mouth, muffling her pretty little whimpers.

My body jerks when I feel her hand go to my erection, and I groan into her mouth. Her soaked underwear against my hand is making me crazy for her. I tug the gusset of her panties to one side and slip my middle finger between her wet folds.

Her lips part as we lock eyes, each of us lost in this intimate moment.

Briar kicks it up to another level when she presses the meat of her hand against my length, working the underside of it.

“You gonna take it out, or are you gonna rub one out over my jeans like we’re in high school?” I tease.

She seems pleased that I can give as good as I take.

“Listen, I don’t know what you got up to in high school, but I was a good girl. I did not engage in such salacious behavior as a teenager.”

“Small towns. We make our own fun.”

I sink my middle finger into her tight pussy, and she gasps.

“Tell me you’re not talking about your conquests while you’re two knuckles deep.”

“Jealous?”

Her eyes flash. “Yes,” she blurts. I knew it. I knew she was more into me than what she’s been letting on.

I reward my Briar with a sweep of my thumb over her hard little clit.

“Rowan! Oh my god…there…” Briar’s eyes close and her head lolls back, thumping against the wood, her hands scrambling for purchase against the door. “Right there.”

I need her to be still while I make her come, so those scrambling hands won’t do. I manage to clasp her two small wrists in my fist and pin her to the door.

Her body grows wetter by the second.

I work a second finger into her and stroke her inner walls. Her moans tell me she’s close. I keep thumbing her clit like it’s my favorite new toy while kissing and nipping her perfectly pouty lips, now swollen from our kissing.

Briar comes with a little shiver, pulsing around my fingers. Her pretty breasts heave with every gasping breath. I release my hold on her and lean down, taking one precious nipple into my mouth as her fingernails claw at my bare shoulders.

She keeps riding my hand, her orgasm leaking all over me. I know we’re wrecking her panties, but neither of us seems to care.

I pop her sweet pink nipple out of my mouth and give the other one the same treatment, all the while reveling in Briar’s gasps, moans, and clawing fingers as she comes and comes.

It’s so late for both of us, and I can see the tiredness in her eyes.

Without another thought, I take her to the bed.

After she lays herself against the pillows, I help her off with her panties, rolling them down to her ankles while she gets comfortable.

She kicks her ruined underwear to the floor while she watches me drop my jeans and boxer briefs both at the same time.

I spread her thighs wide, taking it all in. She’s pink and flushed everywhere, swollen where I stroked her.

Carefully, I hover over her and press a soft kiss to her lips.

“I need to taste that pretty pussy of yours, Briar.”

My girl is so needy she practically shoves my head downstairs.

Her swollen lips greet me, damp and musky against my lips. She tastes even better than her scent promised she would.

“Rowan!” she rasps, curling her fingers into my hair.

I proceed slowly, kissing, licking, devouring every inch of her sweetness.

Her body is loose and relaxed after her orgasm, and I’m enjoying building her back up into a frenzy.

Briar rolls her hips forward. “Rowan! You feel amazing.”

I lick into her, slipping my tongue into her hole. Her body twitches.

Yes!”

Her heat builds and builds, the grip of her fingers tightening in my hair. Very gently, I pull back the hood of her pretty little clit and take it into my mouth, carefully.

“Holy shit! Oh my god…yes! Rowan…yes! I’m coming…again!”

She’s completely frantic, and I’m completely gone.

She needs a warning.

“I’m getting close to coming, Briar.”

“Up here. I need to see your face.”

With urgent whispers, twisted sheets and grasping hands, I have her face to face, where she wants me.

I share her taste with a greedy kiss while she has her way with my balls, massaging them.

“Damn, baby, I’m gonna come.” Frankly, it’s a miracle I made it this long.

To my shock, this sweet thing suggests something completely new to me.

“Come on my tits.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I readjust myself, hovering over her, with her hands gripping my hips. Briar arches up toward me and then takes my cock in hand, fitting it in the tender underside of her breast.

She moves with me as I pump into that soft, sweat-soaked little space.

I come hard, one hand welded to the bedpost.

Her movements send sparks through me, prolonging my release, pushing me to the brink of blacking out.

Briar grips my hips tightly as I move over her.

“Shit!” I cry as hot streams paint her perfect skin.

Her urgent grip pulls me down for a kiss.

We lose ourselves in prolonged, sensuous kissing, full of tender caresses amid the mess we’ve made.

I don’t want to leave her for a second, but I know what I have to do now.

“Where are you going?” Briar asks sleepily, rising up on her elbows.

“Forgot about the sex towel.”

Her shoulders shimmy as she laughs. “Sex towel!”

As long as I can keep her smiling and laughing, that’s what matters to me more than anything.