Chapter 38 Owen
T hat smirk does me in.
We both seem to know that Samson might decide his luxurious bed of blankets is missing his new favorite person. And he’s already proved himself persistent at having time with her, so we quietly abandon our mugs of steaming tea and stealthily walk to my bedroom. I can’t help but wrap my arms around her waist on the way and she lets out a soft sigh.
When we cross the threshold, Poppy closes the door, being careful to keep the latch from clicking loudly, as I kiss just behind her ear and down her neck. “You know we’re going to make more noise than my door shutting, right?”
“Shush,” she says. “I’m buying us as much time as I can.”
A rumble of approval vibrates in my chest. “I’ll take every second I can with you,” I murmur, letting my senses focus on her alone. Even after the rain and changing into my clothes, I catch a whiff of her perfume while my lips graze her soft skin.
Today’s date was supposed to be two friends hanging out and getting to know each other. Instead, it feels like the future I’ve always wanted. Walking around with her hand in mine, being able to drape my arm around her shoulders, and having her steal kisses from me in the bookstore are all fairly innocuous things for people who are dating. Casual, almost, even though everything with her is far from casual. It’s easy to let go with her and each touch feels like it’s igniting a fire inside of me while simultaneously feeling natural, as if we’ve been together for years.
My fingers slip under her shirt and skim over her stomach. I can feel her ribcage expand when she gasps as I brush the underside of her breast and nip her earlobe.
“Bed,” she whispers, twisting around in my arms so we can kiss properly. Our lips crash together as we stumble to the bed, too consumed with needing this , needing each other, to focus on anything else than where we’re touching. God, she tastes like Jasmine tea and something utterly addicting and unique.
Our shirts come off in record time and are flung somewhere on my floor, so different from our first night together. Everything now is almost desperate. It’s only been a few weeks since we met, but it’s like we’ve both been holding these flood waters back with a makeshift dam that we’ve finally let crumble. She shoves my sweatpants down as we tumble onto the bed in a heap of desire. As I kick them off my feet, she lifts her hips so I can slip hers down, kissing my way from between her breasts down to the top of her blue lacy panties, her fingers locking onto my hair.
“Condom?” she asks, already breathless.
“I don’t have your pants all the way off, yet,” I say, chuckling against her sensitive skin causing her to shiver and tug my hair so I’m looking up at her.
“I’m not looking to be interrupted by anything, no matter how adorable your cat may be.” The heat in her gaze has me yanking her pants the rest of the way off.
Nodding to the right of my bed, I say, “Top drawer.”
When she flips over to better reach the bedside table, I remove my boxer briefs and crawl over her, kissing my way up her back and unclasping the bra that matches her underwear. By the time she closes the drawer, I’m kissing the back of her neck and she rolls over to reclaim my lips with hers, pushing the condom into my hand.
We’re all tongue and teeth in our kisses as she shimmies out of her remaining layer and I open the foil package, rolling the condom down my more than ready shaft. Her legs wrap around my waist as I reach down between us and feel how soaked she already is. Dipping two fingers into her, I coat them in her desire then rub a few circles around her clit causing her to moan my name and arch off my bed.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I say, my voice rough and deep as I line myself up with her entrance. Her hand wraps around mine and she guides me into her and it’s somehow better than I remember.
Pushing deeper until I’m buried completely, I pause, staring down at this incredible woman. Her nails dig into my biceps and her plump bottom lip is caught between her teeth while she tries to be quiet.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her brown eyes filling with worry.
“Absolutely nothing,” I reassure her. “I was just taking in this amazing view for a moment.”
She blushes as I pull almost all the way out and tilt her hips with my hands, relishing in how responsive her body is to mine, and slam back in. She slaps her hand over her mouth to smother her moan and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep mine quiet. As we find our pace, she meets me thrust for thrust and pulls me down to her. Our tongues tangle and she devours my gasp as she pinches my nipple. My hand roams her body, memorizing every peak and valley and finding every place that makes her breath hitch. We’re both building much too fast to explore for long though, so my hand slides down between our sweat-slicked bodies and makes circles against her swollen clit.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl against her ear as I feel her body tensing and her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Oh my god, Owen,” she pleads, her breath coming in short pants.
“Let go with me.” My restraint is fading fast as a tingling sensation grows deep within me.
Then her back arches, pressing her chest into mine and her mouth opens into a perfect “O” just before she cries out and shudders all over. Her walls flood with a fresh wave of desire as they clamp down on my dick, sending me right over the edge with her, slamming into her to draw out her orgasm. Her cry turns into a long moan while she rides out her pleasure, my fingers still working her clit as I fill the condom.
Poppy gives one final, sharp exhale and her body melts down into the mattress, her hair a glorious mess against my pillows. “That was…” she begins.
“Incredible?” I offer.
“Something we should have been doing these past few weeks,” she says sleepily. I give her a long kiss before going to my dresser for a tissue to take care of the condom. Crawling back onto the bed next to her, she snuggles against me, tucking her head into the crook of my shoulder.
“Stay tonight,” I say softly against her wild hair.
“But we have school tomorrow morning,” she says with a groan.
“Stay tonight,” I repeat, holding her close.
She looks into my eyes for a moment and kisses me softly, like we have all the time in the world. When we break apart, she whispers, “Okay.”