9. Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Owen
H earing her beg for more is a dream come true and I oblige eagerly, letting my lips descend further down her body until they find the soft swell of her breasts. My tongue flicks across one dusky nipple before sucking it into my mouth, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Mel's lips.
Her back arches off the bed as I switch my attention to the other breast, teasing and tormenting it until it's aching and sensitive. I feel her fingers tighten in my hair as she moans softly under my touch.
"Fuck, Owen," she whispers huskily. "You know just how to make me feel good."
A surge of pride courses through me at her words as I continue kissing and nipping at her breasts. My hands slide down to grip her hips firmly as I let my mouth travel lower still, leaving a wet trail of kisses along the way.
When I finally reach the apex of her thighs, Mel is already slick with arousal. Her scent is heady and intoxicating as I breathe it in deeply before pressing a soft kiss against her mound.
Her legs tremble around me as she lets out a low moan at the contact. "Please," she begs. "Don't tease."
I smirk against her skin before using my teeth to gently tug on the fabric of her knickers and pulling them down her legs in one fluid motion. Then I use both hands to part her folds and let my tongue delve into the wet heat between them.
Mel's whole body jolts at the first flick of my tongue against her clit. She lets out a breathless cry and I know she's close. I let my tongue work its magic, lapping at her swollen nub in fast, firm strokes while I use one hand to tease and pinch her nipples.
"Fuck, Owen," she moans loudly. "I'm gonna come."
Her words send a surge of arousal straight to my cock. "Come for me," I growl. "I wanna taste you, baby."
That’s all it takes. She cries out my name as she comes, her juices flooding into my waiting mouth.
I drink her down greedily, savouring every drop while she rides out the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. When she finally stills, panting heavily on the bed, I press a gentle kiss to her thigh before crawling up to meet her eyes.
"What the heck just happened?" she murmurs softly, reaching out to cup my cheek in her hand. "That was incredible."
A rush of warmth floods through me at her words as I capture her lips in a slow, lingering kiss.
"I’ve waited for this forever but I didn’t expect it to be like this," I whisper against her lips when we finally break apart. "You bring out a side of me that nobody else gets to see."
We stay like that for a moment, our foreheads pressed together, our breath mingling. Then, with a gentle smile, Mel pulls open the bedside drawer and reaches for the condom.
"I want this to be perfect," she says, her voice soft and determined. "I want to feel you inside me, Owen. Completely."
I nod, my throat too tight for words. I watch as she tears open the packet and rolls the condom down my length, her touch light and skilled.
When she's finished, she looks up at me, her eyes shining with longing. "Are you ready?" she asks, her voice low and inviting.
"More than you know," I reply.
I position myself at her entrance, my cock throbbing. I pause, enjoying the anticipation, the feel of her soft skin against mine, the heat of her body welcoming me in.
Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, I enter her. Mel gasps, her eyes closing as she adjusts to the invasion. I pause again, giving her time to accommodate my size.
When she nods, encouraging me on, I begin to move. Slow, steady strokes at first, building in intensity as her moans fill the room. I can feel her walls clenching around me, her body responding to mine with every thrust.
"Oh God, Owen," she pants, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. "Faster, please."
I oblige, increasing the pace, my strokes becoming more urgent, more demanding. Mel meets me thrust for thrust, her body moving with mine in perfect harmony.
Our moans and gasps fill the room, our passion building to a crescendo. I can feel my release approaching, and I know Mel is right there with me.
"Come with me, baby," I growl. "Let's go over the edge together."
And with that, we do. Mel cries out my name as we both reach our climax, our bodies convulsing in pleasure.
Morning light filters through the curtains, soft and golden, warming the edges of the room. I blink a few times, the haze of sleep fading as I realise where I am—who I’m with.
Mel’s tucked against me, her head resting on my shoulder, her arm draped across my chest. She’s still asleep, her breathing slow and steady, her lips slightly parted.
For a moment, I don’t move. I let myself enjoy the weight of her against me. This is new, strange, but somehow it feels... right. Like this is how it’s meant to be.
Before I can stop myself, I lean down and press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Morning,” I murmur softly.
She stirs, her brows knitting together as she shifts against me. Then her eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused for a moment before they lock onto mine.
“Morning,” she yawns.
I grin, brushing a stray curl out of her face. “You snore, you know.”
Her eyes narrow, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “I do not.”
“Oh, you do,” I tease, my grin widening. “I’m surprised the neighbours didn’t complain.”
She shoves me lightly, rolling onto her side to glare at me. “You’re full of it, Owen.”
“Just saying,” I reply, propping myself up on one elbow. “Although it is a cute snore. Like a chipmunk. Wouldn’t mind hearing it again soon.”
Her smirk falters just slightly at the words, and she looks away, her fingers idly tracing the edge of the duvet.
“So,” she begins, her tone a little too light. “About last night...”
The shift is immediate, and my chest tightens. I sit up slightly, watching her carefully. “Yeah?”
She hesitates, chewing on her bottom lip. “I think we should... not do that again.”
Her words land like a punch to the gut, but I keep my expression neutral, not wanting her to see the crack it’s left.
“Not do that again,” I repeat, trying to sound casual.
She nods, still not looking at me. “Yeah. I mean, it was... it was nice. Really nice. But we’ve got a good thing going, you know? And I don’t want to mess it up.”
My hand tightens around the edge of the blanket, but I force a smile. “Right. Yeah, I get it.”
She glances at me then, her expression softening with relief. “You do?”
“Of course,” I say, even though it feels like lying. “I mean, you’re right. We’ve got a good thing, and I wouldn’t want to ruin that either.”
She smiles, leaning over to press a quick kiss to my cheek. “Thanks, Owen. I knew you’d understand.”
I nod, my chest aching as I watch her slip out of bed and gather her clothes. She moves quickly, efficiently, like she’s trying to avoid lingering too long.
The bathroom door closes softly behind her, and the room feels emptier, colder.
I flop back onto the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. The words echo in my head, relentless and sharp. Not do that again. Don’t mess it up.
But last night wasn’t a mistake. Not for me.
The truth crashes over me like a wave, leaving no room for denial: I’m in love with her. I’ve been in love with her for a long time, longer than I ever wanted to admit. And last night was everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I didn’t dare hope for.
But if she needs to pretend it didn’t happen, if that’s what keeps her feeling safe, then I’ll do it. I’ll give her whatever she needs, even if it means swallowing the words that are clawing at my throat.
Because loving her means putting her first. Even when it hurts.