Page 15 of One Lustful Summer
“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my skin. His fingers release my hand and grasp my hip.
I open my eyes, unaware when they closed, my lids so sluggish and heavy with arousal, Istruggle to peek at him through my lashes.
His hand slips down to my thigh. His calloused fingers leaving a trail of sparks as he trails them higher until he palms my ass under my shorts.
He gives my ass a squeeze, urging me on as I rub my jean clad core against his knee.
I’ve never felt this desperate before. It’s scary and exhilarating at the same time.
He moves his hand from my ass and pushes the palm of his against the seam of my jean shorts, rubbing it in the spot where I want him.
“You want this, Maggie?” He asks as he applies more pressure to my core.
“Yes, yes,” I whimper.
Like magic, he releases the button and zipper instantly on my shorts. His hand splays across my lower stomach, while his thumb rubs underneath the panty line.
I’m so desperate for his touch. My hands reach down to my waist and I help him pull my shorts and panties down. Rowan pulls them down my legs further until he removes the clothing from one leg at a time.
“Open for me, Maggie,” he tells me, and I do as he says. He sucks in a breath. His green eyes shining like emeralds, his nostrils flaring. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans.
“Only for you,” I admit.
With the tip of one finger, he teases a trail up my thigh and through my trimmed curls. My hips buck at the light contact and I lift up trying to get closer to him.
Every touch of his fingers is a brutal tease. I want him inside me, feeling me, but he takes his time studying my body and fingering his way through my arousal until he finds my clit. I throw my head back against the ground and spread my legs wider.
He slides two fingers inside, spearing through my core, gathering my wetness. He spreads it around and over my womanhood. When he adds another finger, the fullness is comforting with him there.
My breath becomes labored. The stretch and fullness is a heady combination. He pulls back and starts again with his thumb rubbing my clit and his fingers curling up to find the magic spot.
Everything happens at once. My stomach tightens, and a tidal wave of heat flows through me. Sparks shoot off behind my eyelids, and I grab onto his shoulders to ground myself.
His movements slow as I float back down. He pulls his fingers out of me and licks them. ”Sweet as fucking honey,” he groans. He lowers his face to mine, his lips meet mine, giving me a small taste of myself.
When I come down from my orgasm, everything looks brighter. Rowan watches me with a shit-eating grin. Confidence radiating off of him.
I reach towards him, but his hand catches mine. “What about you? I ask. I want to make him feel as good as I feel…
“Not today. Today was all about you.”
Concerned about sitting out here without my bottom half covered, I stand and quickly shimmy back into my panties and shorts.
When I sit back down, Rowan has a pulled out some cheese, crackers and grapes for us to snack on. Once we have gorged ourselves on snacks, Rowan leads me to the creek and we dip our toes in the warm water. We don’t stray too far, only go to where the water hits our calves.
As we wade into the water, we walk to the end of the clearing and turn back. We clean up the area when Rowan gets a text from his mom that she and Jodi are back in town. We pack up and drive back to the house.Reluctantly, Rowan leaves after a scorching goodbye kiss.
Chapter 11
Rowan
“Hey, Daddy?” Jodi calls as she walks into the kitchen and climbs up on the stool at the kitchen island.
“Yeah,” I answer as I give her my full attention. She’s still in her pajamas, her hair askew from sleep. It’s the first day of summer break and she is in no rush to get ready to leave for summer camp at the library.
“How do you count cows?” she asks.
I give her my ‘thinking’ look, tilting my head to the side. “With their hoofs?”
