There was only a brief, tentative pause; and then Samantha lay back, her hands ghosting over her ribs before cupping her growing breasts.
Her fingers brushed the stiff peaks and then pinched them, her back jumping with a short spasm.
Curling his fingers, Rowan continued his methodical assault, intent on watching her deconstruct.
"A very naughty girl indeed," He hissed above her.
Her pussy melted at the sound of his voice. His fingers made her ache; pressure built. It was so much more intense than when she did it herself.
Rowan's eyes burned over every inch of her while he teased her mercilessly.
Samantha couldn't take it anymore; her mind was a haze of unrelenting desire, her body ablaze with need. In a wild, desperate motion, she launched herself at Rowan, locking her legs tightly around his waist like a vice.
Her hunger for him was insatiable, primal, and it poured out in every frantic motion.
She gripped his shoulders with an almost punishing strength, her nails digging into his flesh as if she sought to claim him. Her lips crashed against his in a fevered kiss, her teeth grazing and tugging at his lower lip before she hissed softly in frustration, as though even that wasn't enough.
Her hands roamed over him, tugging at his clothes, clawing at his chest, her fingers curling with an almost feral intensity.
Every part of her was alive with motion—kissing, nibbling, pecking, groping, and grinding against him with a rhythm that grew increasingly wanton. Her body seemed to mold itself to his, writhing in a sensual dance that was both chaotic and intoxicating.
She clung to him as though her very survival depended on it, her breath hot against his ear as she let out a guttural, yearning moan.
Rowan could feel the sheer force of her need coursing through her, her weight pressing down on him like she intended to meld their bodies into one. It took every ounce of his strength and balance to remain standing, his muscles taut and strained as she pushed him to his limits.
Each gyration sent shivers through him, her fervor lighting a fire that threatened to consume them both.
In that moment, Samantha wasn't just holding onto him—she was devouring him with an almost otherworldly fervor, her every movement screaming that she wouldn't let go until her craving was sated.
"Hnn~... I-I can't... ahh~... take it anymore, Sir~... please... it's—mmh—grinding so much..." Samantha's voice was breathy, trembling with need, each word dripping with desperation.
She pressed herself firmly against Rowan's body, her thighs tightening around him as her hips moved in slow, deliberate circles, grinding herself sensually against his growing arousal.
Her lips sought his feverishly, her kisses turning sloppy and insistent, each one punctuated with soft whimpers of pleasure. She trailed her mouth down his jawline to his neck, her tongue flicking teasingly before she began licking in slow, languid strokes.
Her breath was hot against his skin as she murmured, "Mmh~... Sir... I need you..."
Her lips pressed wet kisses along his throat, her teeth occasionally nipping at him just enough to make him shudder.
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The lewd sounds of her kisses filled the air, a sinful melody to match her fevered movements.
Her hands roamed his body with a frantic need, tangling in his hair, clutching at his shirt, and clawing at his back as if she couldn't bear to let even an inch of him escape her grasp.
Rowan, steady and commanding despite the onslaught of her desire, supported her effortlessly. His strong hands gripped her soft butt, fingers sinking into the supple flesh as he pulled her closer, grinding her against him with deliberate intent.
The heat between them was electric, each motion intensifying the tension that hung thick in the air.
Samantha moaned unabashedly, her voice trembling with ecstasy as she pressed her lips to his ear and whispered, "I'm yours, Sir~... please, take me..."
Her body writhed against him, every movement a symphony of yearning as she surrendered completely to her need, her sultry cries echoing in the intimate space between them.
Rowan moved forward, his steps deliberate and steady as he weathered the relentless assault of Samantha's fervent kisses and teasing pecks. Her lips danced across his skin, leaving a trail of heat wherever they touched, her breath hitching with each kiss.
With a firm but gentle motion, he placed her down again on the edge of the table, her legs still wrapped around him, her body arching instinctively toward his as though refusing to let him go.
Samantha's eyes burned with desire, her lips parted, swollen from the fervor of her kisses, her chest heaving as she gazed up at him with a mix of need and frustration.
But Rowan, ever composed, took a deliberate step back, breaking the contact.
Samantha let out a throaty groan, her hands reaching for him as if to pull him back into her orbit.
"A-ahh, haa~...! Don't you dare—get back here!" She whimpered, her voice trembling with desperation and an unmistakable edge of command veiled in submission.
Her fingers gripped the edge of the table as she squirmed, her thighs rubbing together in a futile attempt to relieve the ache he'd ignited within her.
Her body arched toward him again, her gaze pleading yet smoldering with unrestrained hunger.
"Sir~... I can't take it if you leave me like this," She murmured, her tone a sultry blend of defiance and surrender, her lips wet and glistening as she licked them slowly, her invitation impossible to ignore.
Rowan couldn't help but smirk, thoroughly amused by Samantha's reaction. He crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly as he watched her writhe on the edge of the table, her frustration palpable.
"Oh? What's this, Samantha? Already so desperate?" He teased, his deep voice laced with a playful edge, deliberately dragging out his words to torment her further.
He took another small step back, just enough to keep himself out of her reach, his gaze traveling over her flushed, trembling form with deliberate slowness.
Samantha let out a soft whine, her fingers curling against the table as she pouted up at him.
"Rowan~... don't do this to me," She pleaded, her voice dripping with need, her legs shifting restlessly as she arched her back, pushing her hips forward in a silent bid for him to close the gap.
He chuckled, the sound rich and low, sending shivers down her spine.
"What's the rush?" He asked, his tone maddeningly calm. "You look quite good like this... all needy and begging. Maybe I should keep you waiting a little longer."
Her eyes flashed with both indignation and desire, her lips parting to protest, but all that escaped was a shaky breath.
"Hnn~... please... I need you," She whimpered, her voice soft but drenched in longing.
Rowan leaned forward just enough to let his breath ghost over her ear, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"You look good begging like this," He murmured, his words sending a delicious jolt through her. He then pulled down his pants and released the thing trapped inside.
Watching his hard cock finally coming out of his pants, she released a moan of pleasure.
"Aahh~... There it is~... Aah~..." Samantha leaned back and rubbed her pussy in front of him, her tone completely full of submission. "P-Please... Put it in me!"
Rowan's gaze burned as he watched Samantha, utterly mesmerized by the sinful display before him.
Her fingers danced over her body with a slow, deliberate sensuality, her head tilted back, lips parted as soft, breathy moans escaped her.
The way she moved, the way her body arched, was a vision of pure temptation, every detail stoking the fire in his chest and igniting an unrelenting hunger within him.