When I finally come down from my orgasm, I’m shaking so bad my teeth are chattering.
He kisses the inside of my thigh and whispers, “Relax, angel. You have a death grip on my finger.”
I do as I’m told and he gently slips his finger out of me. It feels raw inside me and I’m pretty sure I might be bleeding a little.
“I’m going to clean you up,” he says, another kiss to my thigh. “Sit tight.”
I’m so blissed out, I drift off to sleep, only to wake when something warm rubs between my thighs. Owen takes painstaking care of cleaning me. It’s so intimate and sweet, my eyes water with emotion. Once I’m clean, he tosses the wet rag away and then locates my panties. To my disappointment, he slides them up my still-trembling thighs.
“We’re not going to have sex?” I ask, voice raspy.
He crawls over my body and kisses my mouth. There’s a musky, sex scent that must be from me. If he’s bothered by it, he doesn’t let on. The man kisses me like he can’t seem to get enough.
The feeling is mutual.
I wrap my legs around him, breathing heavily as his naked cock rubs along my sore pussy through my panties. Why did he have to put them back on?
“I want you,” I say in a pouty voice against his lips.
“Same,” he murmurs. “But I’m pretty sure I hurt you just now. There was blood on my finger.”
“You’ll be my first,” I admit, shame creeping in. “I’m sorry.”
He nips at my bottom lip and his cock jolts. “Are you kidding me? What are you sorry for? It would be my honor to be the first man inside your perfect body. I will cherish every second of it, Mei. It’ll be memorable and sexy for you.”
“But not now?”
“Soon.”
Our romantic fog dissipates when I hear Mom’s alarm through the wall. We both scramble at the same time. I give him a quick kiss on his mouth before flying off the bed and to the bedroom door. I’m able to slip out and close the door behind me undetected.
Halfway back to my room, I hear a door open.
“Mei?”
I freeze at the sound of my mother’s voice. Shameful heat races across my flesh, especially since I’m in nothing but a sleep shirt that barely covers my ass, and my shorts are still in his bed. I look guilty because I am.
“Owen was sleepwalking,” I blurt out, hoping she’ll buy the lie. “I got him back to bed.”
And we gave each other the most amazing orgasms…
“Hmm.”
I don’t wait for an interrogation and quickly slip into the room I share with Addison. It’s not until I’ve crawled back into bed do I allow myself to breathe again.
That was too close.
Next time we’ll need to be more careful.
Chapter 11
Owen
Ican’t focus on work.
All I can think about is how sweet Mei tasted on my tongue. For fuck’s sake. I didn’t even want to brush the flavor of her out of my mouth, but since I’m not a caveman, I did.
It feels like a dream.
