Chapter 54 Owen
S hifting so she can tuck her feet beneath my shoulders, she gets into position as my mouth waters. Her hands grip my headboard and she hovers as I lift my head up and take one long lick.
“Babe, what are you doing?” I whisper against her sensitive skin.
“I’m sitting on your face. What does it look like?” A little uncertainty creeps into her voice.
“The headboard is to steady yourself, not to hold yourself up and away from my mouth.” My fingers dig into her ass and I pull her down.
Fuck . I’m not sure whose groan is louder now that she’s right where I need her and my tongue circles her clit. One hand stays on her glorious ass, massaging her flesh and tipping her hips so I can drive my fingers deep into her. They pump a few times, coating them so they’re slick. The first time I hit that rough patch, she whimpers and clenches around my fingers.
I do my best to ignore the precum leaking from me already. She’s so all-consumingly intoxicating and I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have her. The urge to be seated deep inside of her is growing harder to ignore.
But being able to have her grinding down on my face as she’s climbing fast for her first orgasm tonight? It’s so fucking perfect.
She draws out my name into a long moan as my fingers work faster. My tongue could cramp up and I wouldn’t be able to stop. Not when she’s so damn close. Her mouth falls open as she pants and tenses.
“Oh my god,” she cries out and presses down everywhere. She’s clamped around my fingers so tight, they almost slide out of her. The rush of her desire slips down into my palm. Her thighs tremble against my face while she rides out each wave I’m able to draw out with her clit between my lips and my tongue pressing against it. This time, when she hovers, I let her.
“Holy cow, I need a second,” she says as she falls in a heap across the pillows.
She covers her eyes with her arm and laughs when I lick my fingers clean, but that laughter turns into a sigh when I kiss my way up to her, starting with her ankle. I take my time, savoring that we’re finally alone again and have the privacy to do this. When my lips are working their way up her thigh, she runs her fingers through my hair and I pause, looking up at her.
“I’d like you to stay.”
“I can stay tonight,” she says, trying to tug me up so she can kiss me.
Grabbing her waist, I reposition us on the bed so we’re in the center of it and keep my face an inch from hers, my gaze dropping to her soft lips. “What about more than just tonight?”
“I will need to go home at some point before school is back in session.” Her arms drape around my neck and she gives me a peck.
“That’s highly unfortunate.”
Those pecks quickly build into something deeper and we both seem to be diving into round two. Soon, she’s whimpering as I remove her bra and lavish her breasts with attention. She reaches for the drawer in my bedside table without needing to look since we’ve done this plenty of times before and I trace my tongue around her pebbled nipple one final time as she rips open the packaging.
My eyes feel like they’re rolling to the back of my head in pleasure while my lips brush hers as she rolls the condom onto my length. God, even something so routine as this has me almost seeing stars, which feels a little ridiculous at the same time as making perfect sense.
Tossing her legs around my waist, I line myself up to her core. I knew she was ready for me, but I’m surprised how fucking easy it is to slide deep inside in just one, hard thrust. This sense of rightness is almost overwhelming right now.
“I love you so damn much.”
“I love you so much too,” she says, our hips finding a steadily faster rhythm. “You feel so good.”
I prop myself up on my forearms and kiss her again and again while a beautiful ache builds deep inside of me with each thrust. Our connection feels more intense, maybe because we’ve put words to our feelings, or maybe because we’ve spent more time physically apart than usual. But it’s like something has been removed between us and there’s no holding back. No questions about where we might stand. Our families click and we seem to fit together everywhere. My damn cat is even crazy about her.
Not once in this move did I think I’d find a person who complimented me so perfectly. She came out of nowhere when I wasn’t even interested in dating. God, I even tried to only see her as a friend. But this is Poppy, my Poppy.
That tingling sensation hits me and I reach between us, rubbing her clit as her back arches off the mattress. She cries out my name, almost sending me over the edge just with that sound. Her fingernails press into my back and she tightens around me. I can feel her legs slip down my back with each frantic thrust as she whimpers that she’s close.
My fingers circle her clit and she writhes under me. I come with a moan while pistoning into her and watching her come undone once more.
“You’re so damn gorgeous,” I pant, while her breathing evens out and she pulls me flush against her.
“Oh yeah,” she jokes, her eyes rolling. “I’m sure I look ready for a night out.”
“This look isn’t for anyone else to see, just me.” I wink at her as she laughs and I capture her lips with mine, relishing in her afterglow.
Which is perfect because it’s not long before my cat demands our attention.