Rowan
She came apart against my mouth and the taste of her flooded my senses until I couldn't think of anything else.
Her thighs clamped around my head, her fingers fisted in my hair, and the desperate, broken cry she made sent me over the edge without warning.
My hips jerked against nothing as I spilled into my pants, a groan tearing from my chest and vibrating against her swollen flesh. I still grabbed onto her like she was the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth.
My tongue remained inside her, drawing out every tremor and after shock until her body relaxed.
I wanted her so much.
The thought pulsed through me, even as the last waves of my own climax faded. I had already soiled myself like some untouched youth and it still wasn't enough. I wanted to crawl inside her skin and stay there. I wanted to inhale her until her scent replaced the air in my lungs. I wanted to consume her so completely that no part of her existed without the memory of my touch.
