This chapter will contain a sexual moment. I WARNED YOU!! Continue reading at your own risk.
As they kissed, Peyton's desire grew. He wanted to have Rowan to himself, but he didn't want to take advantage of her. Rowan placed her hands on the sides of Peyton's face and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Peyton tangled his hands in Rowan's long, brown hair. Rowan didn't mean to, but she moved a little, earning a moan from Peyton. She pulled away quickly.
"Pey, did I hurt you?" Rowan asked innocently. Peyton couldn't help but smile at her.
"No, Rowboat, you didn't hurt me," Peyton answered. He quickly put his hand behind Rowan's head and brought her lips back to his. He stood up with Rowan's arms around his neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he braced her with his arms wrapped around her backside. He gently laid her down on the couch and continued kissing her. Soon, his lips left hers and trailed down to her neck, nibbling and sucking, causing a moan and giggle from Rowan. Peyton kissed her neck where he had left his mark and traveled down to her collarbone. He nibbled at that until Rowan had had enough. She pulled his face up to hers and kissed his lips softly but slowly. As she pulled away, her beautiful brown eyes met Peyton's sea green orbs.
"Peyton, we can't do this here, at least not now," Rowan said disappointingly, and Peyton sighed.
"We'll continue this later," Peyton whispered as he motioned to the space between him and Rowan. Peyton got up off of Rowan and helped her up. Their clothes were wrinkled, and their hair was a mess.
"We should probably straighten up before we leave," Rowan acknowledged.
"Yeah," Peyton sighed, "I guess we should."
2 hours later..
Rowan and Peyton were at his apartment that was just a few miles away from Rowan's.
"So, about what happened at the studio," Peyton trailed. Rowan wanted him, and Peyton wanted her.
"We made out," Rowan said bluntly. She was sitting on the couch beside Peyton.
"It was good," Peyton admitted.
"Really good," Rowan added.
"Magical even," Peyton acknowledged.
"Really magical," Rowan agreed.
"Yeah," Peyton sighed. They didn't know what else to say. Rowan slowly turned to Peyton and leaned over, revealing a little cleavage to Peyton. She was currently wearing a baby pink tank top with a white crocheted cardigan and khaki shorts with pink flats. Peyton couldn't help but look at the crease below Rowan's collar.
"Pey, I love you," Rowan admitted. Peyton tore his gaze from her body and looked up into her chocolate orbs.
"Row, I love you too," Peyton said as he leaned over and captured Rowan's soft pink lips with his rough, moist ones. She instantly kissed him back with the same force as she had used in the studio. Before they knew it, Peyton was carrying Rowan to his bedroom, without her shoes or cardigan. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and her hands were tangled up into his messy dirty-blonde hair. He pushed the door open and walked inside. He gently laid Rowan down and starting kissing her again. There was a hickey on her neck that he had left, letting everyone know that she was taken. He didn't leave anymore marks on her, except a small patch of red on her collar. He trailed his hands down her curves, hips, waist, and legs, and traveled back up. Rowan shivered at his touch with excitement. Her hands were still knotted up in his hair and her legs were pinned underneath his. She gently unknotted her left hand from his hair and put it behind his neck, bringing him closer to her. Their tongues battled each other for dominance, but Peyton was currently winning.
Rowan wriggled beneath Peyton, accidentally brushing against His "little friend", which earned a moan from Peyton. Rowan loved that she was the only one that made him feel like this. Peyton pulled away slowly, and opened his eyes. Rowan opened hers and pouted.
"What did you do that for?" She asked distressed. Peyton laughed as he cautiously whispered in her ear.
"I want you to want me," Peyton seductively said.
"I'm not ready for that, Pey. I'm only comfortable kissing you or to be specific, making out with you," Rowan said. Truth be told, she did want him, just not right now.
"I understand, Row, and I'm not going to push you," Peyton said sincerely. He dipped back down to her lips once more as they continued kissing. Rowan's hands traveled under Peyton's shirt and touched his washboard abs, earning a shiver from Peyton. He put his hands on her hips and slowly parted her lips with his tongue. Rowan obliged as she opened her mouth, allowing Peyton's tongue to enter. Peyton held Rowan's left hand with his right hand above her head. Rowan moved her right hand from under Peyton's shirt and slowly unbuttoned his black dress shirt. Peyton let go of Rowan's left hand as she kept fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. As she unfastened the last button on his shirt, he shrugged it off and rolled over so that Rowan was on top. Their lips parted as air became a necessity. They rested their heads against each other and breathed heavily.
"Pey...I...uh..," Rowan stuttered. Peyton picked up on what she was saying.
"You're ready?" Peyton questioned breathlessly as his mind screamed YES.
"Mmhmm," Rowan mumbled as Peyton captured her lips once more. This time, he kissed her with more passion, want, desire, love, lust, etcetera... Peyton kicked off his black dress shoes as they fell with the dress shirt. Rowan's lips left his as she kissed his cheek, starting a fire within it. She kissed his cheek, neck, and down to his collarbone and back. By this time, Rowan knew Peyton was wanting her. With her being the curious one, she decided to be brave like the women she had seen on TV. She said something that's she thought she'd never say.
"Have your way with me, Peyton Graham Meyer," she implied seductively. This was a turn-on for Peyton as he kissed her and fumbled with the back of her tank top. He lifted the back of it and pressed his firm hands against Rowan's porcelain skin. She parted from his lips as she helped him remove her tank top, revealing her white, lacy strapless bra. She felt a little insecure as she revealed herself to her crush and almost lover. Peyton just stared in awe at her body. He captured her lips with his and slowly turned over where he was now on top.
"Do you have...you know...protection?" Rowan asked as his lips left hers to travel down to her neck.
"Mhm," Peyton muffled as Rowan let out a moan that was music to Peyton's ears.
"Good," Rowan moaned as she let the sensation of her best friend kissing her neck take over.
Next thing she knew, Peyton's black slacks were on the floor along with her tank top and his dress shirt and shoes. Now, she was left in her shorts and bra, and he was left in his boxers.
"Row, are you absolutely positive you want to do this?" Peyton asked before he pulled out the silver packet from his dresser.
"Yes, I'm sure. I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else," Rowan answered as Peyton got up and pulled out the silver packet. He put the condom on and pulled his boxers back up. He walked back over to Rowan before he though of something to say.
"Aren't you a little overdressed?" Peyton asked jokingly but yet seriously.
"Am I?" Rowan asked seductively. Peyton walked up to her and pulled down her shorts to her ankles as she kicked them off. Now, she was left in her white bra and matching panties.
Soon, all clothing was discarded and moans filled the air. Rowan and Peyton were losing their innocence to each other as they joined together as one. Soon, Peyton let out a yell as Rowan reached her edge. They yelled each other's names before Peyton collapsed on top of Rowan. They were breathing heavily as they laid there on Peyton's bed. Peyton pulled out of Rowan and rolled over on her side. He pulled the covers up over their naked bodies and pulled Rowan closer to him. Peyton kissed Rowan's crown and whispered in her ear.
"I love you, Rowan Eleanor Blanchard, to the moon and back, forever and always," Peyton whispered, tickling Rowan's ear.
"I love you, too, Peyton Graham Meyer, forever and always, from the sun to Pluto and back," Rowan said as she snuggled into her lover, content with what just happened between them.I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I know some of you crazed Reyton shippers out there loved this😉, and you know who you are. I didn't write this chapter by myself, but I did add in details. I would love to hear your feedback.
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