Rowan
It had been so long. That night under the willow trees felt like a lifetime ago. I could still remember the taste of her, the sounds she made, the way her walls had gripped me so tight I nearly saw stars.
My fingers moved faster, rubbing tight circles against her center. She squirmed in my lap, her movements dragging her backside against my aching cock, and I had to grit my teeth to swallow my groan.
Her breathing grew ragged, her thighs trembled, and I feel the tension building inside her like it was mine.
I felt her orgasm through the bond before I felt it on my fingers.
It crashed through her in a wave of sensation so intense it nearly took me with her. Her nub pulsed beneath my fingertip, and her whole body went rigid in my arms.
I replaced my hand on her mouth with my lips, kissing her deeply and swallowing her cry.
She shuddered against me, trembling through the aftershocks, and I held her tight.
But I didn't stop.
