Chapter 27 #2
My grip around her neck tightens, and I pull her mouth to mine. I want to taste every inch of her, to imprint the feeling of my lips on her skin so no one will ever compare. She’s so fucking sweet, my favorite meal I’d happily gorge myself on just to keep the taste on my tongue.
My hand comes back down to her underwear as she pushes mine down my thighs, giving me the skin-to-skin contact I’m craving. My finger finds that little hole again, like it’s a homing beacon calling out to me.
“Are you attached to these panties?” I ask against her lips, and she shakes her head. “Good, I’ll buy you more.”
I hook my finger through the hole, bringing my other hand down to yank the lace in half, leaving her fully exposed to me. She laughs, but the laugh turns into a melting moan when I cup her pussy possessively.
I groan. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me.”
My mouth goes to one of her breasts, licking over the material and turning the lace even more translucent.
I bite down on her nipple, and her back arches, pushing her more firmly in my face.
She whines when I pull my hand away from her pussy, but she can wait.
I push her breasts together so I can skim my mouth back and forth over her nipples.
She retaliates by grabbing my hips, pulling my dick against her warmth.
I thrust on instinct, my hard length pushing against her clit.
“Condom,” she says. “Now.”
“I haven’t even tasted you yet.” But I blindly grope on the desk behind her for the box of condoms I bought after our hookup in the closet, slipping one out and tearing it open.
She pulls my face to hers, kissing me deeply. “Next time.”
Our tongues battle for dominance as I slide on the condom, but I pull back before more.
I’m desperate to watch this moment, the way her eyes go wide and her head drops back when we’re joined.
I started slow last time, but now I know she can take me.
That she takes me so fucking perfectly it’s like she was made to hold me.
I maintain eye contact as I rub the head of my cock over her clit a few times until she gets the most adorable little furrow between her brows. “Fuck me, Owen.”
The demand—the confidence and power in her voice—makes my cock pulse in my hand, desperate to comply. I line myself up, still holding her eyes, and slam all the way home in one thrust. She moans loudly, and I slide my hand over her mouth.
“We aren’t in a barn in the middle of nowhere anymore, Thea. No screaming this time.”
She narrows her eyes on me like it’s a challenge and then brings her hand to my ass as she fucks herself on my cock. The desk rattles beneath her, even louder than her moan, and I scoop her up, keeping myself buried within her as I move us to the bed.
I lay us down, never breaking contact, and roll my hips against hers, earning me another glorious moan.
“We made it to a bed,” she says with a breathless laugh.
“Proud of us,” I say, rubbing my nose against hers.
It earns me a giggle, something I’ve never heard from Thea. I love her usual laugh, the raspy sound from somewhere deep inside, but I love this, too. The airy sound, like she’s letting herself have a bit of lightness.
I pull back, almost to the point of leaving her body, then thrust back in, hard.
She clenches around me, so tight I almost go over the edge, but I’m not ready for this to be over.
My girl hasn’t even come yet, and that’s not acceptable, so I slow my thrusts, grinding against her instead.
My hand comes to her clit, rubbing circles, and I’m rewarded when Thea’s head tilts back, thrusting her breasts into my face.
When I close my teeth around a nipple again, she shoots off, and I drag my mouth back up to hers just in time to swallow her scream.
Watching Thea come is my new favorite pastime, and I’m so fucking close that if I don’t pause, I’ll finish right here.
With my cock seated inside her, I lick and kiss up her neck, whispering praise in her ear.
I’m about to start moving again when she scrambles out from under me.
My dick aches from the loss of contact, but she pushes my shoulder to lay me down.
“I want to ride you,” she says.
In seconds, she’s thrown her leg over my hip and taken me back inside her.
She pins my body with both hands as she moves, and I’m in heaven.
Her eyes are trained on my face, watching every shifting expression—the way I respond when she rolls her hips compared to when she bounces, nails down my chest versus a featherlight touch—and I’ve never felt so important.
Like my pleasure is the most vital part of the experience for her.
“Take off your bra,” I say, intending it as a command, but it comes out as a plea.
Her lips tilt up in the sexiest smirk as she lifts her hands from my body, sliding the scrap of lace up and over her head and letting me see her fully.
“Better?” she purrs.
“Was already good,” I grunt out. “Always so fucking good for me, Thea.”
She lowers her upper body so our torsos are lined up, bringing our mouths back together.
I grip her hips, unable to stop myself from thrusting up into her.
It doesn’t take long with me so close to the edge, and my fingers tighten as my hips lift from the bed, pushing as deeply inside her as I can as I come so hard my vision goes white.
She drapes herself over me as we both breathe hard, trying to come down from the high of the last twenty minutes.
Eventually, she slides off me, heading to the bathroom while I tie off and throw away the condom.
I’m worried she’ll go right for her clothes, but she surprises me by climbing back into bed.
My arms come around her, pulling her as close as she can get. I place a kiss on top of her head, leaving my mouth against those stunning curls even though they tickle my nose. I’ll take the closeness I can get until I can keep her close forever.