When I came, it was with a hoarse, near-silent cry as he shot me into the sky. I was floating in the cosmos, stars dancing along the backs of my closed eyelids, exactly as Owen had promised all those hours ago.
I returned to myself at last, limbs deliciously limp as Owen continued those languid strokes inside me, not having joined me on my trip to space. Not seeming in a rush to get there, either.
“Are you ever going to let me sleep tonight?” I asked, and he slipped free as I turned in his arms to face him.
He responded with a noise that rumbled through his chest and mine, his eyes remaining shut as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“You started that round,” he said at last. “And I didn’t even get to come.”
I hummed, burying my face in his chest, burrowing deep into his scent and warmth. “I could take care of that.”
He grumbled when I found his nipple in the dark and flicked my tongue over it, dipping my hand between us to palm his cock, the length coated in my release, smoothly slipping through myfingers.
I rolled into him and shifted him onto his back, rising up to straddle his lap, his cock nestled between us. A moan came from deep in his chest at the pressure of my body.
“I’m too wired to sleep,” I said, digging my nails lightly into his chest, rocking my hips experimentally. He groaned in response, and I grinned. “I can’t get enough of you.”
His hands came to rest on my hips. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Definitely not,” I said.
“Sure feels like it.”
But he didn’t move me off him, though he easily could have. Despite his protestations, his cock twitched against my ass, telling me he wanted this as badly as I did.
I shifted, pressing his cock into his stomach as I moved along it, his girth spreading my pussy open, his thick head teasing my clit with every undulation of my hips.
“Fucking hell, woman,” he gasped. “Fucking your pussy like this? It’s almost as good as being buried inside you. Those smooth lips feel incredible.”
I tapped my mouth, biting down on my bottom lip. “Maybe I’ll let you fuck these ones next.”
“You gonna choke on it?” he asked, his fingers sinking deeper into my flesh, holding me steady while I slid my slit across his length over and over. I couldn’t wait to wake up covered in bruises tomorrow.
“Yes, baby,” I said, moving faster. There wasn’t enough friction to get me off, but I wanted to unravel him the way he’d been doing to me all day and night.
He rewarded me a moment later, his cock pulsing against myslit as he came in spurts all over his stomach.
I slowed and stilled, reaching down to drag my finger through his cum, spreading it across his skin. Then I lifted my finger to my mouth and closed my lips around it, licking it clean. His musky, salty flavor burst on my tongue, and I moaned.
“Filthy little girl,” he whispered, the words reverent. Praising.
“Filthy old man,” I shot back.
Unable to stop touching him, I reached out and traced my fingers over the compass inked on his pec. “What do these numbers mean?” I asked.
“They’re the coordinates for the ranch. So I always know which way is home.”
“That’s…ridiculously sweet,” I said, smiling down at him. Every new thing I learned about him made me fall harder, and the sentiment behind that tattoo only added to it.
He removed one of his hands from my thigh and patted the dream catcher on his opposite side. “This one is for my dad,” he said quietly. “He always encouraged me and my siblings to dream big, so now I’m reminded of that every time I see it. If you look closely, you can see his initials etched onto one of the beads.”
Squinting in the dark, I leaned forward until I was inches away from the tattoo. Sure enough, on one of the little beads drawn to look like it was holding a feather in place on a piece of suede hanging off the hoop, three initials were sketched onto Owen’s skin. I bent further until my lips brushed his warm flesh, pressing a kiss to that spot. Owen only hummed happily in response.
Then I shifted and pressed myself against the length of his body, not caring that his cum, which we hadn’t cleaned up, now decorated my stomach as well.
“I don’t know how we’re ever going to go back to real life after this,” he said, sweeping my hair off my face, tucking it behind my ear to meet my eyes.
I pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “This is real life now, QB.”
