“It’s okay,” I reply, my voice breathy and low. “I’m getting carried away a little.”
“We can stop.”
The words drive into my chest like physical blows, and crushing disappointment rings through me. I tighten my grip on him again and drive downwards with my hips, bringing my mouth close to his again.
“I don’t want to stop,” I whisper.
“Okay,” he chokes out, looking up at me with surprise.
I wrap my arms around his neck, driving my hips towards him as I kiss him again. My mind goes blank and sensations take over. His hot, slick lips. The dance of our tongues twisting together, and the point of heat in my clit as I grind against him with my hips.
Heat rushes through me, a wave that lights up every single cell. Leaning my head back, I grind down with my hips, sighing with pleasure as I waver on the edge of orgasm, thepleasure so close to me, like being at the top point of a roller coaster just before the fall.
I want to go all the way.
“We should slow down,” Owen says. “I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
His care for me cuts through the heat of my arousal, making my chest glow with affection. It only enhances my lust; his tenderness for me collides with my physical attraction.
“Okay,” I whisper breathily. I slide off his lap reluctantly, sinking into the cushions and lying back. Owen smiles and leans towards me, his hand on my belly.
“Do you want to fool around a bit more…”
“Yes,” I answer, nodding.
He smiles, running his hand across my breasts and teasing my hard nipples through the shirt. Feeling the pressure of his fingers through the soft fabric makes me squirm and gasp as the throbbing between my legs intensifies again.
Owen leans forward, almost crouching over me like a tiger with its prey. His lips touch mine, and I grab his shoulders, tugging him down on top of me. He holds himself up with one hand and runs the other down my body, slipping his hand under the waistband of my pants.
“Yes?” he murmurs.
I thrust my hips wildly at him, opening my thighs. “Yes!”
Owen smiles, moving his hand further down, under my panties. He closes his eyes as his fingers explore my slick folds, breathing heavily as he teases my clit, lightly rubbing and sliding back and forth.
The lust rises in me, and this time I can’t fight it. I grab his shoulders, thrusting against his hand as his fingers slide even deeper. The heel of his hand presses hard against my clit as his fingers part my slick folds and slip into my pussy.
A loud cry rips from my mouth. I thrust against his hand, clinging to him so hard, my fingers hurt. The orgasm rages through me, exploding waves that throb from my core and scatter across my skin, echoing back through me and reawakening the pleasure again and again.
Finally, the waves subside a little, and I cling to Owen desperately as he pulls his hand out of my pants. I’m trembling as he puts his arms around me. I lean against his chest, putting my arms around his waist.
“Okay?” he asks, stroking my hair.
I nod, snuggling into him and immersing myself in his clean, sharp scent. Thoughts begin to chatter in the back of my mind, rising up to threaten my contentment, but I don’t let them win. I relax against Owen, letting myself doze in his arms.
***
When I wake, I’m disoriented at first because the light in the room has changed. It takes me a couple of seconds to realize that it’s early morning, I’m still on the couch, and Owen isn’t beside me.
I look down at my rumpled clothes, and everything comes back to me, the images and sensations rushing through me, sparking anxiety and desire. I go straight to the bathroom and clean up a bit, my head starting to jangle with uncomfortable thoughts.
I can’t face him right now. I just need to go for a walk to calm myself down. Then I can figure out what to say.
I slip out the back door, going into the woods and taking a narrow track between the trees. I haven’t gone far when I hear two people talking, and I slip between the nearby bushes.
Probably just dog walkers or something, but I’m not in the mood for human interaction.
“How many new cases were there again?” someone asks.
