My words make him jump.
“Too direct?”
“No. Direct is fine.”
“That doesn’t mean you…”
“I want it too.”
“Yeah?”
He nods firmly, his lips parting as he leans closer to mine, just an instant before I make them mine again. I push him down onto the mattress, using the weight of my body to pin him, then lie on top of him. My fingers weave through his hair as my lips trace the shape of his mouth, feeling his breath linger in the darkness.
“You have to close my mouth,” he warns me between breaths.
“We’ll take it easy,” I reassure him.
“I can be quite loud.”
I laugh softly at his lips. “I’ll close your mouth with mine, I promise.”
I kiss him again. Our tongues exploring each other, the heat wrapping us, his hands on my back, my cock rubbing against his ass.
“Are you sure?” I ask, looking at him.
There is no turning back from here.
“Absolutely sure. And you?”
“I could die if I’m not inside you right now.”
“And I’m exaggerating?”
I laugh. “You have no idea how much I want you, do you?”
“Why don’t you show me?”
I sit on top of him, my knees on the mattress, my hands lifting his above his head; I lean over his mouth, Seth tries to come to me, but I pull back just enough so he can only feel the warmth of my breath.
“You’re playing dirty.”
I lift the corner of my mouth.
“And you like it.”
“To death.”
I close the distance between us, my teeth on his lower lip, his slight moan tickling my face; I move over him, my erection playing against his ass.
“Rowan… Oh God, Ro…” I press against his buttocks, the feel of my cock pressing against him taking his breath away along with his words.
“God, I want to fuck you…” I bite his lips, then hold them between my teeth for a few moments. “I need something.”
“Please, hurry.”
I laugh and pull myself up. I bend over my duffle bag lying on the floor and pull out what I need. Then I turn to Seth, who is resting his elbows on the mattress and looking at me with anticipation.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
