“Will you stay with me tonight?” Owen said. “And tomorrow night?”
“Yes,” I murmured, still needing to touch him. “We have two weeks to catch up on.”
“Good,” he said. “Let’s clean up and go home.”
* * *
It felt warm and familiar when I woke up on Saturday. Snippets of early morning sunlight gentled the room, casting a light that seemed brighter than previous days. My bed felt right, no longer empty and when I shifted from the arms that held me, a soft snore emptied the silence from the room.
Owen had a sheet loosely across his torso, exposing his chest and abs and I debated waking him in a way I knew he would enjoy. He had no qualms about accepting blow jobs as long as he’d already come inside me that day. That seemed to be his rule and I hadn’t managed to break it.
As soon as we’d arrived back at his after leaving Cases, he’d stripped me of my clothing and proceeded to trace every inch of me with his tongue and then we’d made love rather than fucked, taking our time over it rather than simply rushing to the finish line. It felt different: like we’d found our way through some invisible barrier that had been preventing us from finding out who were were together.
“Are you just going to watch me sleep all day or are we going to make use of not having to get out of bed this morning?” Owen’s eyes remained shut and his voice was sleepy.
“How might we make use of the morning then?”
His smile turned wicked. I’d already noticed the morning wood he sported.
“I think I’m too spent after last night. I’ll go make some coffee.”
I giggled as arms brought me back down on to the mattress and he moved on top of me, boxing me in. “I can unspend you,” he said, kissing my neck and giving me a quick bite.
“No, I think I’m good…”
“I know you’re good. Let me show you how good.” His mouth started to trail down to my collarbone to a spot he’d found that made my toes curl.
“It’s not working,” I totally lied.
His mouth moved to my breasts, taking one nipple between his teeth. I suppressed a moan and resisted the urge to grip his hair. His cock was huge and heavy against my leg and my core throbbed, needing to have him inside, to feel him stretch my pussy.
“Still not working?” he asked as he switched to the other side.
“No. You must’ve lost your touch.” I was rewarded with a sharp suck and then two fingers pushed into my pussy. I heard the wetness as he fingered me and felt his body vibrate as he laughed, his mouth still on my nipple.
“Are you telling me you’re not wet enough for me to fuck you right now?” he said, his fingers moving inside me, his thumb petting my clit. He sat up, on his knees, still continuing his ministrations. I stayed still, trying to stop my body from belying my state apart from the obvious wetness. I was close to coming and he knew it.
“Nowhere near wet enough for your cock.”
“I’ll stop then. Take care of myself in the shower.”
He started to move his hand, so I clamped it still with my thighs.
“Really, Payton?” He raised a brow.
“Make me come,” I whimpered, jutting my hips to encourage him to move his hand.
He stayed still. “Turn over,” he said, moving his hand away.
I followed his instruction and shifted onto my front, spreading my legs unashamedly and sticking my ass in the air. His hand made contact with my butt cheek, a soft sharp slap that automatically sent jolts of electricity to my pussy. He did the same to the other cheek and then I felt warm breath near my entrance.
His tongue hit my clit, licking as if I was an ice cream on a hot day. One hand held my wrist, the other palming my tits. The long licks became short fast ones and I broke apart quickly, as I came with his name on my lips. I had no other coherent thoughts except I needed him inside me.
“Are you wet enough now?” he said, pushing one finger inside, slowly in and then slowly out. “I’m not sure. Maybe we should try again later.”
“Owen, just fuck me please.”
He laughed quietly, then I felt his cock at my entrance, his hands holding my hips and bringing me back, impaling me.
