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Chapter Twenty-Three
We fly for a couple of minutes, just skimming the treetops as Rowan heads deeper into the forest. Eventually he slows, but he doesn’t land us back on the ground. Instead, he comes to rest lightly on the large branch of a tall tree. Before I can ask him what’s happening, he nods over my shoulder. Carefully, I turn to look.
He’s brought me to a treehouse.
“Is this okay? I’ve been coming here to unwind for forever.”
“That depends. Is unwind a euphemism for what we’re about to do?” I tease.
“Hell no. I’ve never brought a girl here before.”
“Then lead the way.”
He drags me by the hand toward his treehouse which is less like a child’s playhouse, and more of a two storey luxury glamping palace. It has patio doors for goodness’ sake!
He leads me inside, and the space is small but beautiful. Rustic and stylish, and made with all natural materials.
“Did you guys make this?” I ask in awe.
“Yeah.” He shrugs modestly, but I can see the pride shining in his eyes as he watches carefully to gauge my reaction.
“It’s beautiful.”
There’s a small loveseat for two, a log burner in the corner, a little galley kitchen and a door.
“Leads to a small bathroom,” Rowan says when I look at the door.
“Amazing.”
“Look at this.” He grins. He walks over to the wall by the loveseat and presses a small button I assumed was a light switch. Small wooden shelves slide out of the wall in ascending height order making a diagonal pattern up the wall.
“Oh! They’re stairs?” I ask.
“Try it and see.”
I tentatively follow his advice but I needn’t have worried, the steps are solid and sturdy. I climb them and come to a raised balcony I hadn’t noticed, containing a futon bed. It’s cosy. The term love nest springs to mind.
“If this is heaven, I don’t ever want to leave.”
Rowan chuckles and gently pokes my back to encourage me to climb onto the bed. I hope he is poking me with his rock hard penis and not his finger. I don’t need telling twice. The mattress is crazy comfy, and I sigh in bliss as I settle back. I’d imagine this is what sleeping on a fluffy cloud would feel like.
Rowan kneels at my feet and carefully removes my shoes and then begins to kiss my ankle. I squirm.
“Tickles,” I complain. I hate people near my feet. I tug on his hair, trying to send the message that I want his body, to feel his skin brushing against mine. But most of all, I want to feel his cock penetrating me, fast and hard. I get tingles all over just at the thought of his dick sliding between my swollen lips.
When his mouth finally reaches the V in my thighs, I know I can't take this foreplay any longer. If he doesn’t give me the dick soon, I'm going to explode, and not in a good kind of way.
“SLIDE YOUR DICK INTO ME BEFORE I EXPLODE!” I spit through gritted teeth. What the fuck is it with guys and foreplay? I'm wet enough, I've waited long enough…I've had enough of waiting!
Flipping him onto his back, I climb up his body and position myself over his thighs. Looking down at him, I watch as his eyes twinkle in a mischievous way. Like this is what he wanted all along. Hell, all he had to do was ask if he wanted me to take control.
I unzip his jeans, unbutton his shirt, and he helps me to remove them. I hastily lose the red dress so that we’re both naked. Grabbing his velvet shaft, I look down and I can see that my fingers don't meet. He’s big. Giving him a few tugs first, I use my thumb to rub the bead of pre-come around the top, causing him to buck and release a pained moan. Now who’s the impatient one? Lining him up with my entrance, I slide down onto his shaft in one quick movement. Both of us groan.
The feeling of his cock inside me makes me feel whole, but it's not enough; I need to see stars. Raising myself up, I slam back down onto him, savoring the way he gasps. It makes me feel powerful. I begin to really move, loving the control he allows me to have and the way he’s looking at me like I’m a goddess. I feel like one as I roll my hips and ride him, enjoying the way his chest glistens with sweat. I did that, I think to myself, leaning over to taste his hot skin.
I lightly scrape my nails down his torso, flicking his nipples as I go. Rowan moves his hands to my hips and tries to take control, thrusting up into me, and I frown at him as I sit up.
“Nu-uh,” I tease. “If you try to take over I’ll stop.” That earns me a guttural moan that makes me smirk. I slow my movements until they’re painstakingly slow.
